He understood now. The person who had used the same method to appear before him in Wind Stream Tribe and had the ability to fight against Wu Sen was Su Ming.
He understood now. When he returned to Dark Mountain Tribe's lodgings in Wind Stream City exhausted that night and saw the ball of blood at the center of his brows floating in his room, he had been surprised and guessing … that person was also Su Ming!
Similarly, during that instant, he looked at Su Ming's back as he stood before him. In his daze, he seemed to have seen the person who had returned from the first stage of the test. The person who had been the center of attention was incredibly familiar to him at that moment, and he understood that it … was also Su Ming!
All these thoughts rumbled in Bei Ling's head like thunder. It was as if they had turned into a large amount of lightning that shot through his mind, causing him to tremble. He could not believe it. He could not believe that Su Ming had obtained such power at some unknown point in time. He could not believe that Su Ming had reached a level where he could silently look up to Su Ming.
In his memories, Su Ming was the person he had always hated out of jealousy, the person he had looked down on from the bottom of his heart, the person who had always spoken to him coldly. Now, Bei Ling's heart was filled with complicated emotions.
That complicated feeling made him forget that he was still in a battlefield. He forgot that he was fighting. He forgot everything. His mind was blank and lost.
"How could this be..?" Bei Ling mumbled. Chen Xin hugged him tightly by his side. Tears fell from her eyes. Su Ming was not in her eyes. There was only Bei Ling's pale face and the way he had refused to take even half a step back even if he died.
All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, the moment Su Ming's spear landed on the ground and stirred up a huge wave of air, the moment the man who had lifted the blade collapsed, Su Ming took a step forward. He was so fast that he turned into an afterimage and charged towards the person who had been sent staggering backwards by the wave of air. That person was in his fifties and was only at the fifth level of the Blood Solidification Realm.
He had only taken a few steps back when his vision blurred. His pupils shrank, and he was about to take a huge step back when a powerful sense of danger descended on his entire body. However, Su Ming was too fast. Before this person could retreat, he had already closed in on him with a loud whistle that sliced through the air. With a ferocious look on his face and an enraged murderous look on his face, he did not use his fist, but his body to ram into the man's chest.
Clear cracking sounds reverberated in the air. Blood trickled down the corners of the man's mouth, and his back exploded. His body could not withstand Su Ming's great power, and all his bones instantly shattered. His body was flung backwards, and he died before he even landed on the ground.
The hatred in Su Ming's eyes did not diminish, but grew stronger. He hated all the people from Black Mountain Tribe. He turned around abruptly and glared at the last of the three Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe who wanted to kill Bei Ling not too far away.
That person was built, but he was not tall. The ferocious smile and the excitement in his eyes when he was chasing after Bei Ling changed abruptly. His smile turned into shock, and his eyes were filled with fear. He watched as Su Ming killed one person with one thrust of the spear in a way that shocked him, and with one slam of his body, he killed another.
The clean and efficient killing gave the man a feeling of cruelty and madness. His heart pounded against his chest. When Su Ming looked at him, he immediately screamed in fear and retreated without a care for anything else. He was afraid. To him, Su Ming was definitely at the level of a leader in Dark Mountain Tribe. This sort of person was not someone he could fight against.
However, before the burly man could even take three steps back, a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out. He saw an arrow coming from afar. The arrow seemed to be able to pierce through the void. It arrived in an instant and pierced through the burly man's neck, causing a stream of blood to spurt out. It landed on a tree at the side with a thud, causing the tree to tremble.
The man clutched his neck as blood flowed out continuously. His eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground. His corpse was trampled by the people from the two tribes who were fighting around him.
The Head of the Guards in the distance quickly averted his tired gaze and continued fighting against his enemy, the leader of the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm from Black Mountain Tribe.
Su Ming walked towards Bei Ling and stopped before him. He grabbed Blood Scales that was stabbed into the snow and pulled it out. A glint appeared in his eyes. Just as he was about to search for the people from Black Mountain Tribe to continue killing, he heard Bei Ling's complicated and hesitant voice.
"Thank you …" That voice was mixed in between the sounds of the battle and the mournful song of the xun. It was as if Su Ming did not hear it. Once he pulled out the long spear, he walked forward. Yet he only took a few steps before he paused.
"Let bygones be bygones … For Chen Xin, you have to live well …" Su Ming said and took a step forward, charging towards the people fighting not too far away.
Almost the moment Su Ming charged forward, a cold gaze fell on him from the fence in the distance. It was a man wearing a sackcloth. He looked to be in his forties and his body was incredibly strong. He looked like an iron tower. His body was covered in blood, but almost all of it belonged to the Berserkers from Dark Mountain Tribe.
The power of Qi in his body was strong. By the looks of it, he had reached the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm. He was about the same level as Ye Wang, who had fought against Su Ming before.
The moment he looked towards Su Ming, he lifted his right hand. There was a long bone blade in his hand. With a swing of the blade, he cut off the head of a Dark Mountain Tribe member who was fighting against him.
That tribe member did not even have the time to make his blood veins explode before he was decapitated. The man grabbed his head and threw it towards Su Ming, who was looking at him.
The head fell by Su Ming's feet with hot blood on it. The blood dyed the snow red, causing the snow to quickly melt and turn into a puddle of blood.
Su Ming stopped in his tracks and lifted his head to look at the man with his bloodshot eyes. Their gazes met in the middle of the battlefield. Su Ming saw the cruelty and callousness in the man's eyes, and the man also saw the madness and killing intent in Su Ming's eyes.
The moment their gazes met, the man moved. With one leap, he charged towards Su Ming. Su Ming stomped on the ground with his right foot and leapt up as well, charging towards the man!
If the man could wear sackcloth instead of beast skins, it was clear that he had a high position in Black Mountain Tribe. If he could kill someone like this, it would definitely be a huge blow to the morale of Black Mountain Tribe.
The moment the man moved, due to his status, he immediately attracted the attention of many people from Black Mountain Tribe who were fighting on the battlefield. Their morale seemed to have been stirred up, and they let out strange cries as they charged forward.
The two of them were getting closer to each other. In an instant, they clashed together and a fierce battle to the death began.
Yet at that moment, right in front of the crowd from Dark Mountain Tribe, the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe coughed out blood. His face was pale as he retreated. Before him, most of the people from Black Mountain Tribe had died, but a man dressed in black who was the same as the two people who had fought against the elder suddenly appeared. With his shocking power, he injured the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe and forced him to retreat.
The man in black had a dull look in his eyes, but there was a bloodthirsty look in them. He took a huge step forward and chased after the retreating tribe leader with the two Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe. By the looks of it, he wanted to kill the injured tribe leader in one go. The Berserkers who had been fighting alongside the tribe leader had already died from the explosion of their blood veins. At that moment, he was the only one standing before the crowd.
At that critical moment, as if the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe could no longer avoid this life and death crisis, a person rushed out from the crowd in the midst of the anger and sorrow of the people behind him. That person was an old man, and he was Dark Mountain Tribe's Nan Song!
The moment he walked out, he let out a soft sigh and stomped the ground with his right foot. There was not a loud sound, but the man in black who was chasing after the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe shuddered, as if he had staggered. Shock appeared on his face. Nan Song walked out and landed in front of the man. He threw a punch with his skinny right arm and forced the man to stop in his tracks. The two of them fought against each other before the tribe leader.
However, there were two Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe by the side of the man in black robes. One of them was the Head of the Guards from Black Mountain Tribe who held the giant bow. That person may have been shocked by Nan Song's arrival, but with the man in black robes around, he gritted his teeth and chased after the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe. His eyes were filled with cruelty and excitement. He could already imagine that if he killed the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe and took his head, he would be rewarded greatly in the tribe.
The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe laughed brokenly. He was still dozens of feet away from the crowd protected by the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers, but he knew that he could not go back.
Yet there was no regret in his eyes. There was only reluctance. He did not regret dying in battle. As the tribe leader, dying in battle for the tribe was an honor. But he could not … could not leave the tribe so soon. He had not even brought his tribe to a safe place yet …
Su Ming saw the danger the tribe leader was in. Many other people saw it too. Yet no one could rush to the tribe leader's side because of the ferocious looks from Black Mountain Tribe. After all, it concerned the tribe leader's life and death. Black Mountain Tribe was also fighting excitedly for the tribe leader, trapping every single Berserker from Dark Mountain Tribe.
Su Ming wanted to rush to the tribe leader's side, but the man wearing sackcloth from Black Mountain Tribe laughed coldly and stopped him, causing Su Ming to be unable to go. He did not even have the chance to throw his long spear.
At that moment of crisis, when the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe could no longer avoid death, there were about a dozen young men standing right in front of the normal members of Dark Mountain Tribe who were protected by the light from the statue of the God of Berserkers.
These young men were all trembling. They were a group of people who were just waiting to die in the tribe. They did not have a Berserker Body, and neither did they have strong bodies. Most of the time, when their tribe members worked, they lived a leisurely life, because there were Berserkers who had died in battle in their families. It made them feel that they had some sort of special right. No matter what they did, as long as they did not betray the tribe, they would continue living like this for the rest of their lives.
They did not forget the glory their families once had, but they did not choose to inherit it. Instead, they chose to live under the protection of that glory and gave themselves an excuse to be lazy and domineering.
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