321: Chapter 321 Reverse Slaughter! Tearing apart Japanese Soldiers with bare hands?!

"Fire! Fire!!!" Colonel Matsushita roared hysterically.

"Da-da-da-da-da!" A dozen heavy machine guns spat out tongues of fire frantically.

Dense bullets poured out like a rainstorm, slamming hard into the oncoming red tide.

However, the screams that were expected did not appear. Not a single person fell.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang—!" Bullets hit those players wearing thin red vests. They were all deflected! Sparks burst out in dazzling clusters! Those with worse luck only got their skin slightly grazed!

The three hundred thousand strongest players in the entire server—even the lowest-level Logistics Team players—now possessed pure physical stats that absolutely crushed Captain America and the Winter Soldier!

Bullets? They weren't even enough to scratch an itch for them!

"Na-Nani?!" At this, all the devil machine gunners were completely stunned!

"Amaterasu! Am-Am I under an illusion?!"

The next second, the red tide slammed violently into the Japanese positions!

"Die!!!" A girl from the Red Wolf Guild's Logistics Team looked at the bayonet thrusting towards her. She looked utterly disgusted. She raised her slender arm and casually slapped it away.

"Crack!" The high-grade steel bayonet shattered instantly! Along with the devil's steel helmet and head, it was forced to twist seven hundred and twenty degrees on its neck! He died on the spot!

"Mine! This mob is mine!"

"Get lost! I tagged it first!"

Two big men from Red Wolf, in order to steal a kill, each grabbed one of the devil's legs. They pulled with all their might.

"Rrrrip—!" A rain of blood poured down from the sky! He was torn alive into two halves!

A massacre! This was a one-sided, reverse massacre with no suspense whatsoever!

On the tank, Colonel Matsushita was stiff all over. He saw the most terrifying, world-view-shattering scene of his life.

A group of Dragon Country people wearing red vests. With red eyes, they charged at the army, yelling "Ura! Ura!" Then... knife rose, knife fell; knife rose, knife fell!

"This isn't... war, it's not supposed to be fought like this!"

At the end of the long street, Xia Li moved. Her fingertips twitched slightly. Two daggers gleaming with cold light spun rapidly in her palms, weaving two brilliant, bone-chilling flower patterns!

"Swish!" Xia Li transformed into a bolt of lightning that the naked eye couldn't possibly track! She instantly appeared in front of a tank that was currently firing. There was no expression on her beautiful face. Her hands crossed, and a cold light suddenly erupted!

"Sshhh—!" An extremely faint yet hair-raising sound of metal being cut rang out. That heavy steel tank, weighing over a dozen tons, along with the devil driver inside, had been sliced in two from top to bottom by her with just two short daggers, as if cutting through tofu!

Immediately after, the blade light swept across again! Horizontally, it was divided into four! The cut was as smooth as a mirror!

The next second, a breeze blew past. Xia Li's afterimage had already appeared like a ghost in front of another tank thirty meters away.

Only then did the tank behind her, which had been cut into four pieces, seem to finally "react." A tragic secondary explosion occurred! The soaring flames and shockwave swallowed a dozen terrified devils nearby!

How the hell are these people?! This is simply the descent of the Grim Reaper wearing human skin!!!

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On both sides of the long street, behind the ruins, those refugees who had originally been waiting in despair to die, shivering from the cold, were all stunned. Everyone covered their mouths, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. At this moment, the air felt like it was about to freeze.

They watched those people in red vests on the long street. Slicing a tank into four pieces with one slash. Kicking seven or eight devils away with one kick. Even tearing a devil, along with their gun, into two pieces with their bare hands!

Those beasts who were arrogant and murderous just a moment ago were now, in the hands of this group of "red vests," even more fragile than chicks waiting to be slaughtered!

"Oh, oh my god..." An old man covered in soot trembled violently, collapsing onto his knees in the snow with a thud. He looked at the severed limbs covering the ground in front of him, tears streaming down his face, his voice drifting. "Tea... Tearing devils apart by hand?!"

Beside him, a woman holding an infant pinched her own thigh hard. It hurt! It wasn't a dream! The woman stared blankly ahead, her eyes glassy, muttering to herself: "Am-Am I dead? Is this hell? Is this a hallucination from hunger? How am I seeing... gods descending to earth?!"

In less than three short minutes, on the long street, the originally arrogant Japanese vanguard had been slaughtered to the last man. Only one tank remained, along with Colonel Matsushita, who was standing on the tank, his legs shaking uncontrollably, having already wet himself in fear.

Lu Yuan carried a blood-stained machete. Stepping through the mud and blood covering the ground, he walked slowly, step by step, to the tank. He raised his head and grinned at Colonel Matsushita, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. "Just now, were you shouting about wanting 'flower girls'?! Come on! Say it again!"

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Meanwhile, above the clouds, the phantom images of three ancient gods were all completely stunned! They stared blankly at the fierce scene below on the long street of the Red Wolf Guild "tearing devils apart by hand" and "slicing tanks alive." They only felt a chill shoot straight to their scalps.

"Hiss—" Pangu, Taishang Laojun, and Nüwa, these three supreme gods of Huaxia, actually performed a uniform action at the same time! Holding their heads in their hands! Their faces full of shock! Their eyeballs almost popping out! American-style shock!

Pangu's mouth muscles twitched frantically. He turned his head sharply, looked at Taishang Laojun, and urged him hastily: "Old Daoist! Hurry up! End this trial quickly! How the hell is this a desperate trial? This bunch of little guys are basically living yamas coming out of the mountains! It's too brutal! Even I, this god, am almost entertained!"

Taishang Laojun's face flushed red, and he frantically tugged at his remaining beard. "I-I can't end it!" Laojun's voice trembled, almost crying. "When I set up the formation back then, the clearing condition I set was to hold for ten days! Either hold out until all the civilians in the city have finished evacuating... or all the trial-takers die in battle, then the formation will automatically close... Now it can't be stopped halfway!"

Hearing this, the dignified and holy Goddess Nüwa beside him trembled violently. "What?!" Nüwa lost her composure, a rare occurrence. Her voice cracked, the broken sound echoing in the void. She trembled, extending a finger to point at the group of "red vests" below who were killing with red eyes. "Ten days?! Laojun, look at their hungry-wolf-pouncing posture! With their outrageous way of fighting, do we even need to evacuate the civilians?!"

Nüwa swallowed, her beautiful face full of panic. "If we let them kill with abandon here for ten days... I'm afraid they'll kill their way through everything and march directly to the devils' homeland!!!"