Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared
Chapter 1248: Two Fists Can’t Beat Four Hands

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248: Two Fists Can’t Beat Four Hands

Vampires were once seen as monsters, feared by everyone. However, now, in the vampires’ eyes, it was the masked figure who was the true monster.

Faster than the vampires, stronger than the vampires, his movements were swift, his shooting precise, and he didn’t even need to touch the vampires to run and shoot at the same time.

The thousand vampires chasing him couldn’t possibly clump together; they had to be spread out, searching nearby and only coming in large numbers when they heard noise. That meant these thousand vampires were converging from all directions.

However, before the vampires could catch up with the masked man, they fell at the muzzle of his gun, his bullets seeming inexhaustible.

"Impossible, impossible, how could he still have bullets?" What the vampires didn’t know was that along the way, they had killed quite a few regular troops, from whom the masked man had collected enough bullets.

Encircled from front and back, leaping from tree to tree, the combat between the vampire warriors and the masked man was intensely fierce. A hundred rushed in, a hundred fell, and another hundred took their place.

Eventually, when his wooden bullets were all used up, the masked man took out a wooden spike, then seeing fewer vampires in one direction, he charged there.

"Haha, this guy has finally run out of bullets. Let’s go, everyone." The vampire warriors gathered in groups, thinking that once hand-to-hand combat started, they could surely win with their numerical advantage.

That was precisely as Zhuo Hang had said—normally, he could fight a hundred and fifty ordinary vampires, but these elite vampire warriors, he could at most fight fifty.

And the masked man was stronger than Zhuo Hang; he could at most take on seventy elite vampire warriors at once.

Roaring roars, more and more vampire warriors arrived, like a tide coming in, using a mob strategy to overwhelm the masked man.

"Get lost!" the masked man activated Immortal Body, his power erupted, sending the charging vampire warriors flying, but the next batch of vampire warriors immediately followed, grabbing his arms and legs, trying to stop him.

The masked man used all his strength to finally throw off those holding him, then he immediately leaped to a tree.

"Don’t let him get away!" The vampire warriors jumped up, leaping after him, but in mid-air, they couldn’t fully utilize their numerical advantage as they could on the ground.

The masked man knew he couldn’t beat them and kept fleeing westwards, determined not to return to the ground, just leaping from one tree to another, fleeing swiftly. If Leng Le were to see this, he would hardly believe the masked man could be so embarrassed.

No choice, strength in numbers—right now, there were just too many vampire warriors, no one could defeat them, and the masked man was doing the best he could.

A few vampire warriors finally caught up, grabbing the masked man’s ankle and holding him back, slowing him down so the vampires behind could catch up.

"Catch him, catch him quickly." Some vampire warriors dove from behind, while others leaped from below, claws scrambling, and once they grabbed him, they held onto the masked man tightly.

"You all are really annoying." The masked man had to fight back, simply and brutally dealing with the attacking vampire warriors, but he also found himself uncontrollably plummeting downward, where hundreds of vampires waited to tear him to pieces.

"Get out of my way!" The masked man gathered his power in his legs, making the moment he hit the ground more terrifying than thunder, sending the surrounding vampires flying.

However, there were simply too many vampire warriors. Every time one group was knocked away, three more surged forward, forcing the masked man to wield the wooden spike and strike out.

Hundreds of vampires formed a circle around the masked man, but even their overwhelming numbers struggled to suppress this terrifying figure. Vampire after vampire was sent flying, heart after heart pierced by the wooden spike.

Yet, the masked man also suffered, facing countless enemies from all directions, feeling attacks from everywhere; he couldn’t block them all and had to rely on his Immortal Body, sometimes even getting knocked senseless.

"It looks like I’ve overestimated myself," the masked man said after several failed attempts to break out. Although corpses lay strewn at his feet, his strength was also waning, and he felt exhaustion setting in.

The vampire warriors, perceiving the masked man’s breaths growing rapid, sneered, "Do you see? He’s about to give in. Attack now!"

Roaring with renewed vigor, hundreds of vampire warriors mounted another attack.

While commanding the battle, the vampire team leader also reported the situation to Xue Wang, describing the masked man in detail and assuring that they could definitely capture him.

Indeed, the masked man, caught in a relentless melee, was firmly grasped. The vampires swarmed him—some holding him tightly, others furiously pounding with their fists. With hundreds of fists raining down, who could withstand that?

However, the masked man managed to. His Immortal Body enabled him to reflect both his opponent’s power and his own power back at them.

A terrifying force burst forth from the masked man, blasting all vampires near him away. Within a range of ten steps, no more vampires could stand.

"Come, let’s see who among you can stop me," the masked man challenged as he waved his spike and surged into the crowd of vampires, beginning a massive slaughter.

The air was filled with continuous wails and screams. The elite vampire warriors couldn’t withstand the ferocity of the masked man, resembling a god of death. As many as approached, as many were slain; over two hundred vampires had already fallen in that area.

"What do we do, do we still go?" several team leaders watched in terror, secretly thinking that even Xue Wang couldn’t cope, let alone imagine how strong this masked man was.

However, the masked man indeed had his limits. He had consumed much of his strength and now knelt on one knee, seemingly unable to hold on any longer.

Seizing the opportunity, a few vampires kicked him while he could only weakly defend himself but was still kicked away.

From this, the team leaders deduced that the masked man was at the end of his tether and immediately commanded the remaining vampires to show no mercy and attack altogether. Victory was within reach.

Indeed, under such conditions, no matter how capable the masked man was, he was still outnumbered, unable to break out or escape.

As vampire warriors closed in from all around, the hand holding the spike trembled. He had truly reached his limit.

Ironically, a regular unit had taken a wrong turn during a previous scramble and discovered their mistake only later. When they returned to the scene, they stumbled upon this spectacle.