Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 457 - 235: Wordless Understanding... Brothers, Follow Me Up the Mountain!

Chapter 457: Chapter 235: Wordless Understanding... Brothers, Follow Me Up the Mountain!

But she asked nothing.

Not a single word.

Only kept wiping her knife.

Lu Jiuyuan fell silent too, no longer arguing with Chu Kuanglan.

Silently adjusting his breath, attending to the grim wound on his waist and abdomen, his gaze lowered, staring at the jagged edge of the blade, as if there were the most captivating patterns in the world on it.

Fang Qingyu lay on the ground.

Listening to Chu Kuanglan’s boastful rhetoric, surviving disaster, listening to Lu Jiuyuan’s agreement and banter, feeling Wei Banmeng’s silent but tacit polishing.

His molten gold-like eyes gazed at the misty starry sky, his lips slowly curling into a released smile.

Fang Qingyu originally thought that revealing the Dragon Transformation, revealing Shun’s Dragon Craft, revealing the Eternal Night Territory, revealing the Divine Judgment Celestial Attraction...

Revealing this power far beyond martial artists, even above the conventional understanding of divine cultists.

Would invite countless questions, even suspicion.

But...

There were none.

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan were joking.

Conspiratorially attributing all the incredible power to "God Fang’s final move," then getting lost in the glorious triumph of "five joining forces to slay the Tier Two Peak."

Wei Banmeng showed her stance with silent knife-wiping.

She saw, but chose to seal it away.

The few chose to bury this shocking secret temporarily with laughter, banter, and silence.

In fact, after confirming the Candle Dragon System wasn’t an evil god, exposure bore no risk.

At least they wouldn’t be hunted.

The greatest hidden danger lay in the "dual-system coexistence."

This ability that no one had ever possessed.

But now, facing these three who willingly returned to support despite knowing the risks, then tacitly chose to protect their comrade...

Fang Qingyu’s worries dissipated.

Well, let them see then.

Fang Qingyu felt relieved, a weary smile slowly unfurled on his stained face.

No more entanglement.

He merely weakly chuckled and cursed in Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan’s direction: "You two... stop glorifying yourselves..."

...

At the mountain’s base, a makeshift defensive line.

Zhang Tiezhu stood like a weathered iron-blooded statue, leaning on a fully jagged, bloodstained Mountain Opening Saber, planted at the frontline of the position.

His bloodshot eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.

Staring fiercely in the direction of the force field barrier faintly glowing at the mountain peak in the night.

Every slightest tremor or distant rumble from the mountaintop struck him like a hammer pounding his heart.

His right hand gripping the sword handle, knuckles making light cracking sounds from overexertion, with veins bulging under his dark skin, as if to crush the handle with sheer force!

Behind him, the surviving warriors of the Fierce Tiger Company and Sharp Blade Class were equally taut as tightly drawn bowstrings.

No one spoke.

Only the excessively stifled heavy breathing rose and fell in the silent mountain forest.

Sweat mixed with gore slid from his forehead, dripping into cracked lips, bringing a brackish taste of rust.

The air was so heavy it felt like it could be wrung out like a cloth.

Time trickled slowly by, like a dull knife slicing flesh.

The movement on the mountaintop... seemed to gradually quiet down?

Was it victory?

Or... the worst outcome?

Zhang Tiezhu dared not think, nor wished to.

Amid this suffocating dead silence.

Cackle... cackle...

The field communicator hanging from Zhang Tiezhu’s waist suddenly emitted a burst of shrill static noise.

This sudden sound was like a thunderclap in the deathly still mountain forest.

Every warrior’s heart leapt to their throat!

Zhang Tiezhu’s face, stained with blood and sweat, abruptly convulsed, his bloodshot eyes instantly focusing on the communicator, and his broken left hand, with unseen trembles, snatched at it with surprising speed!

He barely had time to adjust the channel, almost roaring into the microphone:

"Hello?! Hello?! Mountaintop! What’s the situation on the mountaintop?! Captain Fang! Comrade Wei! Are you there?! Answer me!!!"

His voice hoarse, cracking, unable to hide its anxiety, fear, and a faint sliver of hope.

On the other end of the communicator, a brief silence.

Those few silent seconds felt as long as a century.

Zhang Tiezhu felt his heart nearly stop beating.

Warriors of the Fierce Tiger Company and Sharp Blade Class, all held their breath, staring intently at the communicator in Zhang Tiezhu’s hand.

Finally.

A voice, though hoarse and weary, carried a hint of relaxed laughter, clearly filtered through the static noise from the communicator:

"Captain Zhang, stop shouting, you’re about to deafen me."

It’s Fang Qingyu’s voice!

Zhang Tiezhu’s burly body shuddered violently! The bloodshot eyes glistened with moisture, which he forcibly blinked away.

"Captain... Captain Fang?! Is it you? Are you alright?! Comrade Jiang? Comrade Wei, are they okay?!"

He bombarded with questions, his voice trembling with the relief of survival.

"We’re all fine." Fang Qingyu’s voice was tinged with laughter, "Just a bit tired, need some help up here, cleaning the battlefield. The sixth wave of the Life Ghost Tide is resolved. You can come up and rebuild the defensive line now."

"Res... resolved?!" Zhang Tiezhu’s voice raised sharply, filled with incredulous joy, "You’re saying that huge monster just now..."

"Yes, all resolved. Come up, this ’Ghost Village’ feels quite lonely with just the few of us breathing here."

Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a teasing tone.

"Good! Good! Good!!!"

Zhang Tiezhu shouted "Good" three times, each word like a hammer striking the ground, full of strength!

Then he swiftly turned, his blood-stained, sweat-drenched face glowing with unprecedented radiance, and with all his might, bellowed to all his taut warriors, a roar that echoed through the mountain woodland:

"Brothers! Did you hear that?! Captain Fang! Has taken down that big bastard!!!"

"Fierce Tiger Company! Attention everyone!!!"

Zhang Tiezhu lifted the jagged Mountain Opening Saber high, its edge pointing straight to the mountaintop! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Follow me—"

"Up the mountain!!!"

"Yes—!!!"

The mountain roared and resounded instantly!

All fatigue, all oppression, all grief and indignation, at this moment, turned into a roar breaking through the skies!

The dark green figures surged like a flood breaching a dam, filled with uncontrollable joy and soaring to peak morale, closely following their commander standing upright as if a war god once more.

Toward the mountaintop.

Toward that battlefield just experiencing a great battle, rushing with vigor!