Martial Fist: Adding Points in Dreamland
Chapter 257: War and Despair! [2.9k]

Translator: CinderTL

"Jadeite Biotech."

On the way back, Chen Feng gazed out the window at the towering buildings, his eyes calm once more.

He knew that Xu Heng had deliberately waited and extended that final invitation.

It was nothing more than an attempt to sow discord or see if he could be bought.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that these people, accustomed to their high and mighty positions, always seemed to believe that human nature was just that simple.

Whether it was Zhong Yan or Xu Heng.

They had never even stepped into the deepest mire, yet they dared to probe the complexities of the human heart.

"Utterly clueless."

Shaking his head indifferently, Chen Feng quietly observed the other buildings still under construction.

He had already reached the fifth tier in martial arts, unlocked the Azure Armor Limit Break State, and after using the Horn Strike ultimate technique, he could briefly surpass the peak of the fifth tier.

With the assistance of the Holy Shield Colossus, he had enough freedom to act without too much concern.

So... the Sky Eye was truly a troublesome thing.

Looking up at the azure sky and the midday sun, Chen Feng shook his head.

He set aside these distracting thoughts and headed straight back to the Martial Hall in Jinhua District.

Along the way, they passed a square, and Cao Tong, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed out the window with a smile.

"Junior Brother Chen, look, that's the new Martial Hall we're about to open."

"It's inside Feiteng Square, with the first and second floors connected. The space is quite spacious."

Chen Feng followed his gaze, and the familiar shopping mall came into view.

Feiteng Square was where Lin Hao and he had once opened the Hao Feng Boxing Club.

Later, due to the Utopia riots, he hadn't been there much.

"Is this the ninth branch Martial Hall?"

"Yes, the ninth."

Cao Tong grinned, and Chen Feng looked at the second floor of the mall.

Through the glass windows, he could vaguely see boxing trainees hitting sandbags at the club's location.

The coaches seemed to have changed, but there were still familiar faces.

And the woman in a suit walking into the members' area with a drink—Chen Feng recognized her as Zhou Xiaoli, the receptionist from back then.

Whoosh! Finally, the black car passed the intersection, leaving everything behind.

Familiar memories, bonds formed.

Chen Feng's expression grew even calmer as he returned to the Martial Hall.

As the sky darkened, he looked at the four bottles of Advanced Life Elixir placed on the table.

The urge to consume them was strong, the green liquid emitting a faint glow.

"The Life Seed Awakening Method beyond the fourth tier..."

If he could obtain it and succeed in breaking through,

the Azure Armor Limit Break State could be maintained for longer, and he could even get closer to his limits.

By then, no matter who the enemy was, or whether Nanjiang would become Central City in the future,

he would be able to protect everything he wanted to protect.

With this thought, Chen Feng closed his eyes and lay down.

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness sank, and his exhausted mind gradually entered a new world.

Woo!!

The sound of a massive horn echoed.

A majestic white-gray city was built against the mountain, with a rushing waterfall flowing down.

The water formed a circular river, and looking along it, one could see several groups of silver-armored guards riding giant Flying Eagles rising into the sky above the massive Holy City.

One by one, young and strong Holy City Guards in silver armor hurriedly climbed the city walls, looking out to see various colored serpents emerging from the distant green swamp.

Some slithered, while others transformed into Winged Serpents and took flight.

One by one, Serpentfolk appeared, along with massive tools like catapults and battering rams.

"It's the Serpentfolk!"

"The Black Blade Tribe and the Huorong Tribe, they have appeared again!"

"Endless, it seems they won't give up easily!"

Exclamations rang out as more and more Flying Eagles soared into the sky above the Holy City. Strong men in silver armor, as if facing a formidable enemy, gazed down with grave expressions.

The flat ground of brown soil was pockmarked with craters, and coagulated blood lingered in the surroundings.

Behind the massive, rolling catapults stood towering, burly two-headed Serpentfolk with dark black scales, clad only in tattered hemp cloth.

Each step they took shook the ground, and they wielded massive iron clubs—these were the giant Serpentfolk of the Black Blade Serpentfolk Tribe.

Additionally, there were Serpentfolk of normal size with pitch-black scales, wielding daggers or possessing elongated, blade-like claws.

They lurked in the shadows, becoming invisible assassins.

Alongside them appeared Serpentfolk with fiery red scales, riding lizards and armed with bows and spears, as if ready to ignite the air and turn their arrows into flaming projectiles to pierce the defenses of the Holy City.

These were unmistakably the Serpentfolk warriors of the Huorong Tribe.

As for the numerous small and medium-sized Serpentfolk tribes that followed, they were too many to count.

"This time, if we attack together, we should be able to break through the defensive fortress of the Holy City."

"That depends on whether those Saint-level legion commanders will intervene."

"No matter, the Great Priests of our two tribes will hold them off, and with some of our clansmen providing support, we can handle it."

Within the Serpentfolk camp, a core group was surrounded in the rear.

Several massive lizards, each over ten meters in size, carried platforms made of vines on their backs.

The core members of the Huorong Tribe and the Black Blade Tribe gathered here, including a red-scaled Serpentfolk with slightly white eyebrows, who deliberately retained some human-like facial hair.

"Indeed, the Fourth Elder is absolutely right."

"Moreover, this time we are only targeting the defensive fortress of the Holy City, not attacking its main city."

"Given the mindset of those humans, they will surely keep their strongest legion commanders in reserve until they fully uncover our clansmen hidden within the city. They won't risk a desperate fight with us easily."

A middle-aged Serpentfolk from the Huorong Tribe voiced his agreement, and after some thought, the core leadership of the Black Blade Tribe also found it reasonable.

They turned their gaze forward.

Beyond the moat of the massive Holy City, built against the mountain, stood an unbroken line of black fortresses, each dozens of meters high, completely replacing the former cluster of wooden huts.

Like a solid black wall of bronze or a great wall, it stood as the first line of defense before the Holy City.

On the fortress walls stood lowly slaves who had fled from their tribes, armed with spears and bows, their gazes filled with fear, exclamations, anger, or trembling.

"Master Molly."

"Will we survive?"

A sturdy man with black hair, clutching a spear, swallowed hard and asked with a trembling voice.

Molly, standing on the black fortress wall, did not respond. Her expression was grave, and she instinctively tightened her iron vine armor.

The cold wind blew, causing her dark cloak to flutter.

Gripping her curved blade, she watched as the Serpentfolk army emerged from the green swamp, drawing closer and closer—a force of tens of thousands.

Molly's face paled slightly, and she could feel her palms sweating.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have handed that parchment detailing the Transformation Ritual to the Holy City in the first place?"

"In that case, perhaps the war wouldn't happen?"

She nearly doubted herself, but then shook her head to suppress this wavering thought.

If it weren't for that piece of parchment, the Holy City would likely have been infiltrated and corroded by the degenerated Serpentfolk, riddled with holes.

Now, mending the fold after the sheep have been stolen is still timely, but she wondered who that Feng Chen was. He had been gone for over half a year and probably wouldn't appear again, right? Various inexplicable thoughts arose, and she couldn't help but look around.

The gathering point had been transformed and fortified into a fortress wall by the Holy City. The Life Seed Awakening Method, which was once highly restricted and rarely circulated, had now been largely opened up. As a result, many people had gained some strength.

But would this be enough against the armies of the two major Serpentfolk tribes and a dozen smaller tribes? She turned to look at the massive city several kilometers away, where elite guards from the Falcon Corps were rapidly approaching on Flying Eagles.

There were also some members of the Thorn and Earth Rock Corps present, but for some reason, Molly felt that something was missing.

Boom!!

At that moment, the massive Serpentfolk and catapults in the distance drew closer, and the battering rams were now within a few hundred meters.

"Fire the arrows!!"

A cold voice rang out. Molly knew it was the commanders of the corps and the fourth-tier experts stationed in the Holy City, each giving their orders.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In an instant, a rain of arrows blossomed in the sky, rushing like icy droplets toward the oncoming Serpentfolk.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Blood splattered, scales shattered. Ordinary Serpentfolk corpses fell to the ground, but...

"Fire the arrows!!"

A sinister voice echoed, and on the ground outside the city walls, the red-scaled members of the Huorong Tribe moved in unison, drawing their bows and releasing their arrows.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The arrows cut through the air, with faint flames blooming within them, turning into a sea of fiery red jade.

"Earth Rock Corps, raise your shields!"

Someone roared on the fortress walls, and rows of burly young men in brown iron armor stepped forward, holding their shields aloft.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dense sounds erupted as the arrows struck, and flames exploded, sending the arrows crashing to the ground.

The prelude to the war had fully begun. Then, a fierce wind howled, and more than a dozen massive rocks flew through the air.

Focusing her gaze, she saw that the catapults had been activated, and a massive black-scaled, two-headed Serpentfolk was charging recklessly toward the fortress walls.

"Not good!"

Boom!!

The rocks hit, and debris filled the air.

Although the walls had been reinforced by some power, they still shook and trembled.

Members of the Earth Rock Corps holding their shields wailed as they were flung backward, bones shattered, arms broken, and blood spewing from their mouths. Nearby soldiers also fell from the walls.

"Stop him!!"

Someone roared, looking at the massive two-headed Serpentfolk that was causing the ground to quake as it charged forward.

"I'll do it!!"

A fourth-tier expert bellowed, swiftly drawing his bow as if communing with the wind above.

Swoosh!! Two arrows shot out, piercing the two-headed Serpentfolk's foreheads and causing its massive body to crash to the ground!

The crowd was invigorated, but...

Thud!!

Not everyone had such skill or strength.

Another massive two-headed Serpentfolk slammed into the city walls, causing some bricks to develop fine cracks.

Faced with such a suicidal assault, many were left in a daze.

Looking up again, they saw dense volleys of flaming arrows rising into the sky once more.

At the same time, new massive two-headed Serpentfolk charged forward, and battering rams continued to approach.

Everyone's expressions changed, and Molly's face also turned grim.

At this critical moment, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the fortress walls, followed by an incredibly dazzling sword energy, nearly eight meters long, sweeping horizontally. It instantly killed two massive Serpentfolk on the spot and even halted the battering rams for several breaths.

"Do as you've been trained!"

"Reinforcements from the Holy City have arrived! Those above the third rank, follow me into battle!!"

The speaker had a rugged face with a thick beard and stood over two meters tall.

His skin was bronze, and he wore an exceptionally large silver armor, carrying a massive broadsword on his shoulder, almost as large as his own frame.

Beside him, someone held a silver helmet for him. His powerful fifth-rank aura soared into the sky, providing an overwhelming sense of security at this moment.

"It's Guard Captain Olon!"

"He's been in the fortress all along, personally commanding the three corps!"

"Look, the three corps have arrived too! We're saved!!"

The crowd shouted excitedly, and Molly also turned to look.

Above the brown land blocked by the black fortress walls, the Falcon Corps guards riding on Flying Eagles finally arrived.

Below, the Earth Rock Corps members rode on mutated giant black horses, all burly men clad in armor, their auras formidable, moving as one.

"Kill!!!"

With a loud roar, Guard Captain Olon, now wearing the silver helmet, charged down the wall first, heading straight for the massive battering ram.

Amidst the dense rain of arrows, he didn't stop, merely holding the broadsword horizontally in front of him, the sound of clashing metal ringing continuously.

"Master Molly?"

"Hold this position!!"

After speaking, Molly, clad in vine armor and a cape, along with other third-rank and even a few fourth-rank experts, charged down the high wall to intercept the powerful Serpentfolk.

Whoosh!!

A red-scaled Serpentfolk charged forward with a spear, its serpentine eyes filled with malice and killing intent.

Thud!

A curved blade sliced through the air, and blood splattered.

She had already reached the peak of the third rank.

In fact, if she could accumulate enough merit in this battle and obtain sufficient resources, it wasn't impossible for her to break through to the fourth rank.

Swish, swish, swish! Blades and swords flashed, cutting through flesh.

Blood, corpses, chunks of flesh, and scattered remains littered the ground.

Molly and the group of third and fourth-rank warriors spread out, intercepting the powerful enemies below the black fortress.

The elite forces of the Holy City Corps also arrived in full force, joining the battlefield to face the enemy.

Swish!!

Suddenly, a cold gleam leaped out from the shadows behind her.

Molly couldn't react in time, her eyes widening.

At that moment of stiffness, a thick sword energy swept past, shattering the battering ram and killing the Serpentfolk behind her in one stroke.

"Be careful, all of you!"

Guard Captain Olon said gravely, warning her and the others.

Then, he stomped the ground and charged forward, heading toward the other powerful Serpentfolk in the distance. His broadsword unleashed a wide arc of sword energy, shaking the ground with continuous rumbles.

Among the elite forces of the corps, two fifth-rank commanders also appeared, breaking through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, joining forces to kill.

For a moment, the Serpentfolk and serpents charging toward the black fortress were briefly cleared out.

Even some powerful fourth-order Serpentfolk were struck down, turning into wandering spirits. Such a sight greatly boosted morale, and under the surge of fighting spirit, the eyes of everyone on and below the fortress walls shone brightly, feeling that this battle might indeed repel the enemy.

"What a formidable fifth-order warrior!"

"I, Hei Mo, shall face you!"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

Everyone was startled and turned their heads in unison.

They saw several imposing Serpentfolk wrapped in robes rushing out from the platform on the back of the giant lizard opposite them.

Hum! Invisible flames soared into the sky, forming a giant arrow.

At the same time, shadows gathered, solidifying into a massive Winged Serpent that charged forward, spewing corrosive breath.

These were the fifth-order elders of the Huorong Tribe and the Black Blade Tribe, their strength and status second only to the Great Priests of their respective clans.

Boom!!

Instantly, the flames exploded.

Guard Captain Olon, who was wielding a broadsword, was struck by the flames, and a towering pillar of fire rose into the sky, resembling a volcanic eruption, annihilating everything.

His feet dug into the ground, his blood and energy shaking violently as he was forced to slide back over ten meters.

But before Olon could regain his composure and suppress the discomfort within his body,

a curtain of shadows enveloped the heavens and the earth.

The battlefield around them fell into complete silence, and even the elite warriors of the Holy City and Molly, who were behind him, felt their pupils contract and their hair stand on end, sensing their bodies being bound.

Their bodies stiffened, and the aura of death rapidly approached.

The shadows beneath their feet firmly restrained Olon, and the fifth-order black-scaled Serpentfolk had somehow appeared behind him, extending a scaled claw, while the massive Winged Serpent leaped through the shadows, appearing in an instant, opening its gaping maw as if to devour everything.

Everyone in the black fortress paled, and Molly and the warriors who had followed her were filled with terror.

They wanted to roar but found they could not make a sound, and Olon's face turned pale as he felt the crisis of life and death.

The sense of despair was so palpable that the flow of time seemed to slow down.

But just then—whoosh!!! The dark sky was suddenly torn apart, and a streak of white ash mixed with golden light pierced through everything, descending like a meteor from the heavens.

The howling wind seemed to carry a figure standing on its back, robes fluttering, overlooking everything.

It fell with massive momentum.

Sweeping away the silence and despair!