God-Level Special Forces Soldier

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, Mizuno Pengyu spoke after a brief silence: "Actually, I just want you to understand one thing. What I need is not someone who pretends to be foolish to highlight my intelligence, but someone who can consult with me and devise strategies. I hope you understand this."

The long-haired elder, disregarding the disarray of his hair, bowed once again and solemnly replied: "I will remember!"

"Alright, let’s focus on what’s in front of us. Among us, only you can block His Majesty; so it’s crucial to hinder His Majesty at the key moment, otherwise, our sacrifices and efforts will be entirely wasted."

Mizuno Pengyu’s seemingly casual words fell into the ears of the long-haired elder like an imperial decree. Knowing this moment was extremely important, he did not dare take it lightly, instantly agreed, then extended his perception power to every corner of the area, not daring to be distracted by even the slightest external element.

...

In the field, Xiao Tian had already faced the fifth wave of attacks, each round containing ten. During the combat pause, he managed to make a preliminary assessment of the Mizuno Clan’s battle power present.

In terms of numbers, the experts of the Mizuno Clan were divided into thirteen groups, each with ten people totaling one hundred thirty individuals. Apart from the experts he had slain more than half of in the first round, and that unfortunate expert, there remained one hundred twenty-four people.

Of course, this count does not include Mizuno Pengyu and that long-haired elder who appeared as if he had played rock ’n’ roll like a young man.

By now, the Mizuno Clan’s thirteen groups had dispatched five, yet Xiao Tian had already expended over half of his true qi.

To be blunt, if relying solely on these Mizuno Clan experts, Xiao Tian truly would have overlooked them, because though they were lacking in strength, their combat experience and keen perception made up for their shortcomings in power.

But starting from the second group of attacks, there was an elder leading the team among them, whose strength was akin to Xiao Tian’s peak level, leaving him restricted in every way. Every time he seized an opportunity to achieve a counterattack, his momentum would be abruptly interrupted.

This tactic of incessant friction to drag out time disgusted Xiao Tian greatly, but he had no better method to break the current situation, only to endure his internal disgust and tirelessly contemplate various approaches.

From previous battles, it’s evident that Xiao Tian’s combat style was distinctively inclined towards chaotic fights, during which he could deploy endless tactics, thriving in the chaos.

But given the current circumstances, if no unexpected third-party force were to join, such beneficial chaos was unlikely to occur.

Suddenly, urgency gripped Xiao Tian’s heart, as he cursed under his breath: "What the hell is the Fujino Martial Arts Hall doing? Why haven’t they shown up yet?"

To desperately hope for the enemy to arrive to kill oneself, it’s fair to say that Xiao Tian was indeed the first in history to do so. If it were to be uttered, it might drive the Mizuno Clan’s experts into a frenzy, feeling utterly insulted.

The next moment, like responding to Xiao Tian’s summons, a rustling of footsteps stirred, invigorating his spirit. Whether they were from the Fujino Martial Arts Hall or not mattered little, as long as a new force joined the fray, Xiao Tian was confident he could turn the tables victoriously!

While fending off attacks from those around, Xiao Tian stole a glance toward the direction from which the footsteps came, suddenly perceiving a familiarity about the newcomer, feeling as though he’d seen them somewhere before...

No time to dwell on it, Xiao Tian suddenly felt a chilling wind, subtly painful on the skin, with the blade arriving before the force. Though he felt capable of achieving the same, he certainly couldn’t withstand it.

He immediately tilted his head back while holding a curved blade picked up from the ground in front of him, vigorously blocking upwards with both hands.

"Dang!"

Almost without any interval, the sound of metal clashing reverberated beside him, a notch instantly appeared on the curved blade, turning the weapon to scrap metal in a flash.

This was unavoidable given the curved blade’s edge was originally thin as a cicada’s wing, not as thick and robust as an ordinary large blade, being able to block the strike was already quite remarkable!

At this moment, Xiao Tian clearly saw the weapon attacking him—a massive sword, blunt and cumbersome.

Witnessing this scene, Xiao Tian couldn’t help cursing, according to Huaxia tradition, swords meant elegance and blades represented solidity, how did it reverse in Japan?

Those ninjas wielding long blades, without exception, were masters of swift moves, coming without a shadow and disappearing without a trace, yet the massive sword was thick and terrifying... What kind of logic was this?

Curses aside, Xiao Tian dared not relax in the slightest. After blocking the heavy blow of the massive sword, he shook his numbed tiger’s mouth, immediately throwing the curved blade away and swiftly dodged from his initial position.

Just as he moved away, his previous location was met with a flying knife and eight strands of true qi strikes from different directions, appearing utterly devastated. The layer of green grass obliterated, exposing the soil beneath.

After this wave of assaults, the fifth group of experts seemed to have tired out, not continuing the onslaught on Xiao Tian but instead slowly began retreating, simultaneously allowing a new group to prepare to take over.

While inwardly berating the arriving party’s inefficiency, Xiao Tian heard a distant conversation in the distance.

"Water Drop Organization people? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the words Water Drop Organization, Xiao Tian immediately recalled the figure who had seemed familiar just moments ago indeed had appeared in Adison Claire’s manor.

While cautiously noting the sixth group of experts slowly approaching from all sides, Xiao Tian also perked up his ears, listening attentively to the distant conversation.

"We heard Hunters showed up here, so we came specifically to assist."

"There are no Hunters, where did you hear about this?"

"No? Then who is that person your people are besieging?"

"We Mizuno Clan are merely conducting internal exercises, if someone said there are Hunters here, go find them yourselves!"

"Damn it, we were tricked! Let’s go! Find that bastard!"

The conversation ended there, followed by another rustling of footsteps gradually fading away, finally disappearing from earshot.

Xiao Tian was on the brink of collapse, cursing internally at the farce. What kind of oddity did Water Drop Organization lead with, not just without glasses but without ears either!

The retreat of Water Drop Organization left Xiao Tian feeling thoroughly cheated, vowing silently that things couldn’t continue this way. If it did, within three more groups, his true qi would reach the critical point.

At that point, even if he devised a solution, he likely wouldn’t have the strength to execute it.

Contemplating this, Xiao Tian began reflecting on all available resources, realizing the Shaking Light Disc and Megrez Stone were taken away in Adison Claire’s backpack, leaving only some true qi restoring potions at his disposal, but that’s better than nothing, so he resolved to use what was available first...