263: Chapter 263 Victory on the Battlefield

"Decent power, but the quality of the material is a bit lacking."

The young man shook his hand and commented.

"You..."

The alien general was about to speak when he saw the young man suddenly disappear.

No, not disappear.

He was just too fast.

So fast that his eyes couldn't keep up.

In the next second, the young man appeared in front of him.

The distance between the two was less than a meter.

The alien general could even clearly see the pair of eyes behind the young man's glasses.

Calm.

Deep.

It was as if he were looking at... a piece of merchandise.

"Alright, time to restock."

The young man reached out and pressed his hand against the alien general's chest.

The alien general wanted to resist but found he couldn't move.

An invisible force had imprisoned his entire body.

Even his True Qi could not circulate.

"Who... who exactly are you..."

The alien general asked with great difficulty.

The young man pushed up his glasses.

"Lin Fan."

"Owner of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

"Specialize in acquiring... goods like you."

As his voice fell.

Golden light flared brilliantly.

The alien general's screams came to an abrupt halt.

His body was enveloped in golden light and began to shrink and deform at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bone armor shattered, flesh melted away, and his Soul was forcibly stripped out.

The entire process lasted only three seconds.

Three seconds later, only a palm-sized, dark gold blind box remained in his place.

Complex runes flowed across the surface of the blind box, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

Lin Fan bent down to pick up the blind box and weighed it in his hand.

"Good weight; a Peak Grandmaster should be able to yield S-rank Materials."

He muttered to himself, then looked up at his surroundings.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Both the human soldiers and the alien troops stopped their movements, staring blankly at this scene.

What did they just see?

A Peak Grandmaster alien general was hand-rubbed into a blind box by a young man who looked like a clerical worker?

"What... what the hell is this..."

A human soldier murmured to himself.

His worldview had collapsed.

The alien side was even worse off.

Their commander was gone.

Rubbed into a box.

How could they still fight this battle?

"Re... Retreat!"

An alien squad leader snapped out of it and roared hoarsely.

But it was already too late.

"Want to run?"

Lin Fan pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

"Hou San, Tie Niu, Old Drunkard, Doctor."

"Present!"

Four figures appeared behind him simultaneously.

"Clear the field."

Lin Fan said indifferently.

"Understood!"

The four of them grinned.

Hou San's figure turned into an afterimage, rushing into the alien formation.

A new pair of short blades had appeared in his hands—this was the B-rank weapon 'Shadow Fang' obtained from a blind box yesterday, which came with 'Bleed' and 'Armor Break' effects.

With every stroke of the blades, he left bone-deep wounds on the alien soldiers; moreover, the wounds would not heal and would continue to bleed.

Tie Niu directly crashed into the ranks of the Worg Cavalry.

The effect of the Great Strength Talisman on him hadn't worn off yet, and combined with his Rock Armor, he was a literal human meat grinder.

Everywhere he passed, worgs wailed and cavalrymen fell to the ground.

The Old Drunkard climbed back onto the city wall and set up his sniper rifle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots rang out rhythmically.

Each shot took out an alien squad leader or shaman.

The Doctor's Plague Dust had already spread to half the battlefield; alien soldiers fell in swaths, with coughing and wailing rising and falling one after another.

Zhang Hao wasn't idle either.

He transformed into his Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Body and circled above the battlefield; thunder fell like raindrops, accurately striking the heads of those alien officers trying to organize a counterattack.

A slaughter.

A one-sided slaughter.

Having lost their commander, the alien troops' morale completely collapsed.

They began to flee in a rout.

But the human soldiers would not give them the chance.

"Chase them!"

"Don't let a single one get away!"

"That armor can be sold for money!"

The soldiers chased after them with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, they were no longer defenders.

They were hunters.

At the edge of the battlefield, Chen Feng stood with a group of officers from the command center, staring blankly at the scene.

"Commander... we... won?"

The adjutant's voice was trembling.

Not from fear.

But from excitement.

The Seventh War Zone had been taking a beating since the day it was established.

People died every day, and positions were lost every day.

The word 'victory' was too foreign to them.

But now...

They had won.

Not only had they held the defensive line, they had even pushed back.

They had even killed a Peak Grandmaster alien general.

"We won..."

Chen Feng murmured to himself.

Then, he took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

"Order the entire army: full-scale counterattack!"

"Take back every single position we lost!"

"Yes!"

The order was passed down.

The entire Seventh War Zone was boiling with excitement.

Soldiers charged out of the defensive lines as if they had been injected with chicken blood, hunting down the fleeing aliens.

Even those well-connected individuals and clerical staff who usually hid in the rear couldn't hold back now, picking up weapons to join the pursuit.

Because everyone knew—alien corpses were money.

They were blind boxes.

They were opportunities to become stronger.

Lin Fan did not participate in the pursuit.

He returned to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion stall, sat on a chair, and began to tally today's harvest.

Hou San was responsible for counting the spoils, Tie Niu for transport, the Doctor for appraisal, and the Old Drunkard for security.

The division of labor was clear, and the efficiency was extremely high.

“Boss, the Materials acquired this morning have a total value of 320 million.”

“For this afternoon's counterattack, it's preliminary estimated that we can seize Materials worth 500 million.”

“Added together, it's over 800 million.”

Hou San reported while holding the ledger, his eyes shining.

800 million.

And that was just one day.

At this rate, it would be 24 billion in a month.

In a year...

Hou San didn't dare calculate any further.

He was afraid his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

"Not bad."

Lin Fan nodded and pulled that dark gold blind box from his robes.

"Calculate this one separately."

"An Advanced blind box encapsulated from a Peak Grandmaster alien general; market valuation... 2 billion."

"Pfft!"

Hou San almost spat out.

2 billion?

For one blind box?

"Boss, will... will anyone actually buy this?"

"There will be."

Lin Fan toyed with the blind box, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Peak Grandmaster Materials can be used to forge S-rank weapons, extract S-rank Bloodlines, or create S-rank Medicinal Pills."

"To those old monsters stuck at Peak Grandmaster who want a Breakthrough to Martial King, 2 billion is not expensive."

Hou San swallowed hard.

He realized he was still too young.

He couldn't keep up with the Boss's vision.

"Then... are we selling this blind box?"

"Not selling."

Lin Fan shook his head.

"It would be a pity to sell such good material."

"I plan to open it myself."

Hou San was stunned.

"Boss, didn't you say you can't open your own blind boxes?"

"That's for ordinary blind boxes."

Lin Fan pushed up his glasses.

"Advanced blind boxes, I can open."

"Because when I encapsulated it, I added a little something extra."

Hou San's eyes lit up.

"What extra?"

"A... small surprise."

Lin Fan didn't elaborate; instead, he placed the blind box on the table, then reached out his right hand and pressed it against the surface of the box.

Golden light rose up.

The blind box began to vibrate.

The runes on the surface flowed as if they had come to life, emitting increasingly stronger energy fluctuations.

The surrounding air began to distort.

Hou San and the others subconsciously took a few steps back.