High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 276 - 236: Night Raid – Golden Lightning Piercing the Darkness

Chapter 276: Chapter 236: Night Raid – Golden Lightning Piercing the Darkness

Outside the Beast Cave lies a vast plain, and the Yun Province War Zone has chosen to preserve some of the old structures to serve as a buffer zone during wartime.

This is an abandoned industrial area, now serving as the temporary base of the 895th Division. The engineers have patched up the gaps in the industrial area’s roads using armored vehicles and steel plates, creating a continuous trench.

The hot bullets sprayed from machine guns form fiery lines, and rocket launchers constantly roar. At night, under the flares and bombardment, this defensive line shines as brightly as daylight.

Under the dense gunfire, severed limbs fly, and chunks of flesh explode, yet some Fierce Beasts still break through, crossing the fire lines to approach the defense line.

There’s no other explanation; there are simply too many Fierce Beasts. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Damn it, there are way too many!"

"Charge, slaughter these beasts."

The elite warriors tightly grip their weapons; whenever such a situation arises, they advance with cold weapons to swiftly kill the Fierce Beasts breaking through, preventing the defense line from being breached.

A bald muscular man stands on the rooftop of an abandoned three-story building, gazing over the entire defense line—Wang Long, the division commander of the 895th Division, the highest commanding officer, a Seventh Level Martial Arts Grandmaster.

His eyes can’t conceal the deep exhaustion, even if the Three Flowers Unite, forming the Martial Arts Golden Body, he’s achieved the rank of Martial Arts Grandmaster.

But at this moment, Wang Long also feels overwhelmed; the prolonged and fierce battle has left him, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, extremely fatigued both mentally and physically, nearly depleting his energy.

Currently, his right hand hangs weakly; under the blood-soaked dark red military uniform hides a shocking, deep wound visible to the bone. His arm suffered a wound during the daytime battle that’s hard to heal quickly, and it has already lost sensation.

Despite the exhaustion, Wang Long remains unyielding, expressionless, his posture as upright and majestic as a mountain.

Soon, a lieutenant runs up the stairs, handing over a bottle of liquor and half-pack of cigarettes.

Wang Long accepts the cigarettes and liquor, placing the bottle by his feet, taking out a cigarette.

In this world, martial artists have strong constitutions, a bit of alcohol has no effect on High Tier Martial Artists; with a circulation of Qi and Blood, the alcohol effect instantly dissipates, and a moderate amount of alcohol actually helps High Tier Martial Artists maintain a clear head and a better state.

"How long until the reinforcements arrive?"

"Commander, the people from the Provincial Martial Arts Association have gone to those several Beast Caves; there’s also unrest in the nearby provinces’ Beast Caves, so reinforcements probably won’t come anytime soon..."

Reinforcements are not coming...

Wang Long takes out a cigarette, lights it, and inhales deeply, turning the cigarette into ash in an instant. He exhales a long cloud of smoke, the fatigue in his eyes slightly dissipated.

"Alright, I understand, priorities come with urgency. If those Beast Caves fall, the consequences would be far more severe than our current situation. Our defense line here isn’t the most challenging..."

"You go down first." Wang Long is about to take a swig from the liquor bottle.

The armored vehicle reloads, with a boom, a shell drags a long tail of flames, tearing through the night, aiming at a dense group of Fierce Beasts.

But just as the shell is approaching the target, it suddenly deviates from its trajectory, crashing into an empty area.

"Damn it!"

Wang Long’s expression becomes extremely grave; he feels the Power of Heaven and Earth being invoked, understanding what this signifies all too well.

Another Seventh Level Grandmaster Fierce Beast has appeared.

Moreover, this newly emerged Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast is cunning, remaining hidden in the darkness.

Wang Long disregards everything; with a flash of Spiritual Light, a massive Warhammer appears in his left hand, then he leaps down from the rooftop.

Snap.

The liquor bottle falls, shattering completely.

This was the last bottle of liquor for the 895th Division.

Silver Radiance sparkles in Wang Long’s eyes as the Spiritual Power is instantly released, searching in the darkness for the hidden Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast. The next second, his pupils constrict.

He lets out a muffled grunt, forcefully mobilizing the Qi and Blood within, and the Martial Arts Golden Body instantly forms. His left arm’s veins bulge, then he fiercely throws towards a certain spot.

A rookie operating a machine gun on an armored vehicle suddenly gets goosebumps; in the darkness, a massive object unexpectedly enlarges in his pupils.

It’s a large, ghostly blue fox with three long tails.

At this life-or-death moment, a Warhammer comes swooping through the air.

The ghostly blue fox’s gaze shifts instantly; it takes a glance at the direction from which the Warhammer was thrown, and then elegantly leaps backward, evading the strike.

"Retreat, fall back!"

"Tiger, grab your gear and follow me to slaughter it!"

"Yes, Commander!"

"Xiaoli, go retrieve my Warhammer."

One by one, the warriors just retreated from the defense line, not rested for even a few minutes, promptly rise and line up.

This strike pulls on the injury in his right arm, causing Wang Long’s expression to slightly contort before he forcibly suppresses it. Another Warhammer appears in his hand.

"Damn it, I’m missing a bite with my drink; I’ll take you as the snack, follow me!"

Wang Long takes the lead, charging in the forefront, quickly pursuing the ghostly fox into a deserted parking lot, where in the darkness a flash of cold light strikes.

Under the cloak of Spiritual Power, Wang Long immediately sees through the beast’s ambush intentions, the Martial Arts Golden Body roars, swinging a hammer down.

But in the next second, a cold light flickers from behind.

"Not just one... it’s two!"

Slash.

Blood splatters, catching Wang Long off guard; he can’t completely evade the strike from behind, and his right arm instantly bears another terrifying wound, already on the verge of collapse.

"Commander!"

"I’m fine, all of you pull yourselves together, there are two vile beasts this time." Wang Long stared hard at the two ghostly blue foxes, seeing mockery in their eyes.

If these beasts hadn’t held back earlier, he would have been skinned alive even if he didn’t die.

"Any more wine?" Wang Long asked gravely.

"Commander, that was the last bottle just now..."

A hint of regret flashed in Wang Long’s eyes; he knew he’d most likely meet his end here tonight. He really wanted to have one last satisfying drink, but it wasn’t to be...

"Apart from the elite platoon, have everyone else empty the shells and withdraw toward the high wall..."

"Commander!"

Upon hearing this order, everyone showed a look of grief; they knew the commander was risking it all.

"You bunch of punks, did you hear?"

"Why cry like it’s over, I’m not dead yet. Xiaoli, pass me the warhammer."

Clenching his teeth, Wang Long forcibly ripped off his troublesome right arm and tossed it behind, catching the warhammer with his left hand and fully unleashing the last of his qi and blood.

The shaky Martial Arts Golden Body solidified more, as he let out an angry roar and stepped forward, charging at the two ghostly blue foxes ahead.

In the darkness, the foxes’ eyes glowed with crimson blood light, emitting cruelty. In an instant, the two figures flickered, and they leaped at Wang Long with fangs and claws.

"Get moving, what are you all waiting for, follow the commander!" a burly soldier roared, veins popping in his temple, and everyone rushed forward, ready to die.

"No need for unnecessary sacrifice; you all step back, leave it to me..."

A calm voice echoed out as a figure flickering with golden light swept across a few hundred meters like a golden bolt of lightning, entering the battlefield.

Just as the two ghostly blue foxes and Wang Long were about to collide.

Wang Long’s pupils shrank; he suddenly sensed an even more terrifying Fierce Beast aura, under which the approaching foxes stiffened for a moment.

Amid piercing bird calls, a mysterious bird phantom wreathed in flames pierced the night.

Then, the golden light arrived first.

Then a surging wave roared.

The terrifying tidal wave descended with the cold light; feeling the power of this slash, Wang Long’s scalp tingled, goosebumps rising, and he leapt back to avoid being affected.

Squish!

The tidal wave instantly fell.

One ghostly blue fox was severed in two, becoming two corpses.

The other fox reacted at the brink of death but lost three huge tails to the slash, spurting blood.

"Escape?"

"Can you escape?!"

The figure flickering with golden light held tidal waves in their eyes, flashed forward, with the fleeing fox full of terror. Although they had recently become Grandmaster level Fierce Beasts.

They were confident in their speed—it was their strong suit—yet as one looked back, the menacing figure flickering with golden light was already close.

Closing on the ghostly blue fox, the golden figure expressionless, raised the sword and slashed down.

Fifth Form of Surging Waves Saber Technique: Annihilation!

With a single slash, the ghostly blue fox didn’t even let out a sound before its life ended.

"Foodie, well done."

Squeak squeak!

The foodie on the shoulder expressed excitement, as strands of Power of Destiny drifted into the golden figure’s body.

Afterward, the figure swiftly split open the foxes’ heads and took two Blood Cores, glancing at Wang Long, flicking their hand to reveal several bottles of wine and a small porcelain bottle.

Then the figure vanished from sight in a flash.

At this moment, everyone’s pupils shrank; even the artillery paused for a moment, it was deathly silent.

Wang Long was in utter disbelief—is he dreaming?

He stared hard at the foxes lying dead in the pool of blood, doubting they were truly Grandmaster level Fierce Beasts.

Were the beasts too weak...

Or was the visitor too formidable?

A moment later, Wang Long realized it had to be the latter; even if the beasts were weak, they were authentically Grandmaster level Fierce Beasts!

That must be a Second Forging or even higher Grandmaster!

And they seemed young, a powerhouse likely destined to become a future War Zone Grand General level leader.

"Subordinate of the 895th Division, may I know which leader intervened..."

Coming to his senses, Wang Long shouted, hoping to ask for their name.

But the figure of golden light had long vanished from view, as Wang Long’s mouth moved silently, overwhelmed by a feeling of post-crisis joy.

No one wants to die if they can live...