Chapter Sixty-Five: A Stroke of Misfortune

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

The enormous silhouette of the Battlefield City was already faintly visible ahead. Exhausted and battered, Fang Mu dragged his severely wounded body forward, pausing to gaze at the distant city. He scanned his surroundings to ensure no one was near, then with a swift motion produced a bottle of water, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Discarding the empty bottle, he roused himself with renewed determination.

After two days of relentless travel, his injuries had yet to receive proper treatment; infection was almost certain by now. If not for the steady supply of genetic energy from the meat of the Gale Tiger along the way, he doubted he would have lasted this long.

Yet danger still lingered. He could faintly smell the stench of decay on his body and felt feverish all over—his wounds had likely festered and inflamed, triggering a high fever. If this dragged on, his life would truly be in peril.

Fortunately, Battlefield City was close. As long as he could reach the hospital in time, there would be no major problem.

With this in mind, Fang Mu forced himself to pick up the pace.

But he had barely gone far when, suddenly, fierce gunfire erupted from the small forest beside him, startling him into vigilance. He whipped his head around to look.

Not far away stood a woodland, the gunfire echoing from at least six hundred meters away.

A battle was raging.

Fang Mu’s brows knitted tight. He could distinguish, clear as day, the roar of heavy machine guns, interspersed with sniper rifles and handguns. Beneath it all, faint shouts of battle could be heard.

There were certainly many involved—at least dozens, judging by the scale of the conflict.

Fang Mu’s heart clenched. This was not the sort of trouble he wanted to get involved in, nor did he even entertain the thought of investigating. Ignoring the heaviness of his wounds, he hastened his steps, eager to leave this place of chaos.

But his injuries were too severe. After barely two hundred meters, several figures burst from the forest.

They moved with astonishing speed!

Alarmed, Fang Mu swiftly drew two pistols behind his back, his gaze wary as he watched the approaching group.

Their faces were pale and anxious; from their attire and weaponry, Fang Mu recognized them as Berserker professionals.

Upon spotting Fang Mu ahead, they froze momentarily, startled.

But then, voices shouted from behind them.

“Catch up!”

“Kill them all!”

Footsteps and battle cries rang out from the rear.

The group of evolved beings was clearly panicked, and without hesitation, charged toward Fang Mu.

His expression shifted. Without thinking, he darted into the forest to the side.

He had no desire for trouble.

Luckily, these people were desperate to escape; seeing Fang Mu clear the way, they breathed a sigh of relief and sped past him.

Their speed was astonishing—within seconds, they had covered hundreds of meters.

Silver-tier?

Fang Mu stared, drawing a cold breath.

He heard someone growl, “Quick, contact the deputy captains, have them intercept us up ahead!”

“I’m trying!” One of them fumbled with his communicator.

Bang!

Just then, a thunderous shot rang out. The man with the communicator, mid-run, had his head burst apart in an instant.

Blood and brains splattered all over his companions.

The survivors’ faces changed dramatically.

“It’s Leng Xiran! Quick, into the woods!” someone screamed.

They frantically tried to dive into the forest.

But—

Bang, bang, bang!

A barrage of shots sounded like firecrackers.

With each shot, another head exploded.

Fang Mu, not far away, narrowed his eyes.

Rapid-fire sniping!

And at a speed bordering on the impossible!

Six Berserkers, all silver-tier—how fast were they? Yet the sniper rifle’s thunder somehow mimicked the rhythm of a submachine gun.

A string of shots rang out in a single second, and then—six silver-tier Berserkers were reduced to six headless corpses.

A silver-tier Gunfighter?!

Fang Mu’s eyes widened, drawing another cold breath.

“Sister Ran is incredible!”

“As expected of Sister Ran!”

Someone exclaimed in awe.

A group rushed to the corpses.

There were about a dozen of them, all spattered with blood and brimming with murderous intent.

“Hm? Come out!” Suddenly, someone caught sight of Fang Mu nearby and shouted at him.

Fang Mu froze. The pistols in his hands disappeared behind his back. He could scarcely contain his frustration—how could such trouble arise while merely traveling?

“Wait, please don’t shoot. I’m just an innocent passerby, not with them…” Fang Mu called out hastily.

He was helpless.

So many close-combat professionals, and so near—while he was gravely wounded. Even walking fast was difficult; he was utterly incapable of resistance.

He could only raise his hands and slowly step out of the woods.

Emerging, he saw the group—about a dozen, mostly close-quarters combatants. Gunshots and battle cries still echoed from the woods, evidence that the fight continued within. These people were pursuing the six Berserkers…

What a mess.

Fang Mu felt his luck was rotten. He had only intended to hunt some battlefield creatures, yet ended up narrowly escaping death. Now, just as he was about to return to Battlefield City, he encountered this?

He could hardly complain enough.

As Fang Mu obediently exited the woods, the group stared in surprise—he was wrapped up like a mummy, a sight that caught the eye.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” A lean young man regarded him, a long blade in hand—clearly another Berserker.

“I—I’m just a passerby, heading back to Battlefield City,” Fang Mu replied honestly, outmatched by their numbers.

The young man looked him over, frowning. Someone whispered in his ear, and he glanced at the corpses.

He was about to speak when a lazy female voice sounded behind him: “I saw it clearly. He’s just a passerby. Let him go.”

The voice was languid and casual, yet unexpectedly pleasant—just hearing it made one’s heart tremble.

Even Fang Mu couldn’t help but look toward the source.

“Sister Ran.”

“Sister Ran.”

The lean young man and others turned to greet her.

Fang Mu saw a tall, dazzling woman appear at the edge of the woods.