“Ah… who are you?”
Clint Burns was struck by punch after punch, blood spewing from his wounds. He hastily retreated, his eyes filled with disbelief. He couldn’t understand where this madman had come from, knowing he was no match for him.
“Jeff Reczek, stop playing around. Kill him,” Robin ordered, crouching down as he spoke.
“Yes.”
A murderous glint flashed in Jeff Reczek’s eyes. He had initially wanted to pummel this man to death, letting him experience excruciating pain. But now, he had received orders to kill.
“Die!”
Jeff Reczek’s fist swung out.
*Clang!*
Clint Burns thrust both hands in front of him to block, but his expression changed drastically the next second. A massive force surged through his hands, a force so great that he had never experienced before.
Then, it exploded.
With a *boom*, Clint Burns was blasted away, crashing into a wall. A sweet taste filled his mouth as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He then slid down slowly, barely alive, and said with wide eyes, “I… I am a Tier-Seven… practitioner…”
“Tier-Seven, Tier-Ten, I’ve killed them all,” Jeff Reczek declared, stepping on Clint’s chest, ensuring his death.
In this country, martial artists were known as warriors. There were twelve levels in total, corresponding to their martial arts prowess. Above them were the grandmasters. Those above Tier-Five could harness a layer of protective energy capable of deflecting bullets.
Most people could not reach Tier-Five in their lifetime. Tier-Five warriors were considered elite, like Robin’s first cavalry, the 100, 000-strong Ghost Wolf Cavalry, all Tier-Five practitioners.
This was why they preferred large battle blades over firearms. They were more adept with blades than guns.
It was an era where both technology and martial arts were emphasized. Ordinary armies were modernized, equipped with firearms and cutting edge uniforms. However, the truly elite forces relied on martial prowess to achieve victory, like the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry and the South Land Vanguard.
Only those who could face a hundred foes alone were considered elite.
“Medic.”
Robin called for a medic to examine Reese Daniels’ injuries.
After inspecting the wounds, the medic sighed. “His injuries are too severe. Three of his ribs are broken, his chest has been shaken, his left hand is a comminuted fracture, and his right leg is partially fractured. I can save his life, but I can’t save his hand.”
“Doctor, please take another look,” some people behind him urged.
However, Robin waved them off. “Proceed with the surgery.”
“Officer.”
Jeff Reczek returned, wanting to inquire further. He understood how important a hand was to such a boy.
“Evan Daniels’s son wouldn’t be so cowardly,” Robin said.
“Yes.”
The medic immediately had people carry Reese Daniels away for surgery. The surrounding officers didn’t say anything more, knowing that Robin’s orders were the right ones. If they didn’t perform the surgery immediately, they might not even be able to save his life, let alone his hand.
As Robin walked out of the street, the main road was littered with corpses. Their eyes were wide open, and a strong scent of blood permeated the air.
*Thud.*
A woman jumped from the third floor, landing on the ground with blood pouring from her head. Her eyes remained open even in death.
Inside the room, two South Land men leisurely walked out, “These girls are so tender. That woman was just a chick.”
“You’re right. Even though her mother looked a bit old, she was even more enjoyable. If she hadn’t bitten me, I bet I could’ve had even more fun.”
Upon exiting, they noticed a group of people on the street.
“Wolfman Guards, kill them!” Robin roared, his eyes bloodshot.
This was their country’s territory, and these were their country’s people. Since when had they allowed the South Land people to trample all over them?
“Kill them.”
The Wolfman Guards behind him couldn’t stand it anymore, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
Soon, the Wolfman Guards returned, covered in blood.
“Mom… Mom…”
In that building, a faint cry came from within, prompting Robin to rush upstairs immediately. Once he reached the third floor, he found the corpses of several men and women in the hall, all with their eyes wide open in death.
Among the bodies, someone was crying from inside a cabinet. Robin opened it to find a little girl with braided pigtails, about three or four years old. She was holding a small fruit knife, her tear-streaked face pointing the knife at Robin.
“You… don’t come any closer…”
The little girl sobbed.
“Sweetheart, I’m not a bad person,” Robin choked out.
Possibly recognizing Robin’s military attire, the girl realized he wasn’t a threat and slowly lowered the knife. Robin picked her up.
“Uncle… my mom… is dead… Jane saw her get killed… Dad, too… Grandpa, as well… My sister hid Jane here… and went out… Is my sister still alive?”
Jane, pressed against Robin’s chest, let her large teardrops fall one by one.
“They’re all watching over Jane from the sky,” Robin said, holding Jane and covering her eyes with his hands. Then, he stepped over her father’s corpse, her mother’s corpse, and her grandfather’s corpse.
Finally, he walked out of the room, crossing over her sister’s lifeless body. This little girl was the only survivor of her family, saved only because her sister sacrificed herself.
“Lacey Willis.”
Robin called out.
“Here.”
Lacey Willis, the only female among the 100, 000 Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, ran over in her military attire. Previously, when Robin had ordered everyone to mobilize, she had not been counted. She was considered too weak.
However, she insisted on following Robin, using her status as his subordinate. Only after arriving did she understand what war, national hatred, and vengeance meant.
“I’m entrusting this girl to you,” Robin said, handing Jane to Lacey Willis.
“Yes, sir.”
Lacey Willis complied.
It was only when Lacey Willis held her that Jane saw the world outside. Previously, Robin had shielded her eyes. Her eyes red from crying, she looked at Lacey Willis and, sensing she was a good person, asked innocently with a sobbing voice, “The uncle just now told me my family is watching over me from the sky. Can they come back? Jane misses them.”
“They… uh…”
Lacey Willis felt a sharp pain in her heart, unsure how to respond.
Little girl, your family is all dead.
They won’t be coming back.
Still, she managed a smile and said, “As long as Jane grows up well, they’ll come back someday.”
“Okay, Jane will grow up well for sure.”
Jane nodded her little head firmly.
Robin returned to the camp, where Maclean Lyons reported, “Sir, there were 1, 300 South Land Vanguard soldiers in the village, led by Clint Burns. We left one alive and killed the rest.”
“Bring him here.”
Maclean Lyons waved his hand, and a South Land man was dragged over.
“Don’t bother, I won’t betray Lord Whiteford! I am…”
Before the South Land man could finish his sentence, Robin grabbed his throat, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes that made him feel a deep-rooted fear.
A sense of palpitation.
A sense of deathly oppression.
“Tell me, how many South Land Vanguard troops are there?”
“150… thousand… elites!”
With a thud, the South Land man’s corpse was thrown to the ground.
“Elites? I’m here to fight elites. Maclean Lyons, get ready. Today, I’ll make these South Land people regret stepping foot into our territory.”
Robin roared with rage.