Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Realm of Certain Death

A vast number of bronze-tier and silver-tier ferocious birds were crushed beneath the terrifying torrent of metal bullets, unable to lift their heads. Many were simply pulverized, their blood splattering as they plummeted to the ground. Among them, one monstrous bird stretched over ten meters long, its entire body adorned with pure white feathers. Caught within the metallic barrage, it shrieked madly, striving to take flight, yet found itself ruthlessly suppressed.

Even so, this dreadful stream of bullets could only leave scattered spots of blood upon its body, knock off a few feathers, and draw some blood—restraining its movements, but unable to inflict true harm. This was a battlefield gold-tier creature! Its physique was astonishingly formidable. Though the heavy machine gun was not wielded with gun-fighting techniques nor infused with genetic energy, it could easily pierce steel plates ten centimeters thick. Yet it failed to penetrate the flesh of this creature, revealing just how terrifying a gold-tier battlefield beast truly was.

But even more daunting were the figures standing before it, confronting it head-on!

Their movements were swift beyond measure. Though distant, Chang Le could clearly discern these people and their respective professions.

One was a female fist-fighter, her entire body shrouded in a blue glow. Her fists radiated arcs of azure light, moving with remarkable speed and agility. Each punch unleashed thunderous explosions, reverberating with terrifying force and crackling electricity that surged in all directions.

Chang Le recognized her technique—a rare 'genetic martial art' called 'Thunder Shock Fist,' one of the most powerful offensive techniques among fist-fighters. At this moment, her strength was overwhelming; every strike forced the ferocious bird, which had just managed to break free from the suppressive fire, back into submission. Its iron claws and wings often grazed past her, unable to inflict serious harm. Arcs of electricity tangled around it, continually diminishing the golden beast's mobility.

Besides the female fist-fighter, there was a 'Mad Blade'—a man wielding a fierce long blade. He charged forward, and with every swing, terrifying blade light slashed dozens of meters across. Each strike left a ghastly gash upon the golden beast's body.

The Mad Blade was immensely powerful. Some of his slashes carved deep scars into the ground, spanning dozens of meters. Yet the golden beast's physique was so robust that, though marked by blade wounds, none were fatal to its massive form. The wounds would wriggle and gradually heal, testament to the creature's incredible genetic vitality and life force.

Finally, there was the female heavy blade wielder. Her presence was even more imposing. She wielded a heavy blade larger than herself, its cold gleam flashing as she struck. Her formidable strength often sent the ferocious bird reeling several meters back, inciting it to greater fury.

Its iron wings howled fiercely, capable of slicing through gold and jade. Yet whenever they struck, the heavy blade would meet them head-on and deflect them with a single sweep. Faced with such terrifying power, the female heavy blade stood her ground, never retreating a single step.

In terms of strength, she was evenly matched with the beast!

These three were truly fearsome. Their coordination was flawless. Whenever the female fist-fighter or the Mad Blade was on the verge of being struck by the beast, the heavy blade wielder would always appear at the critical moment, her blade sweeping or blocking, intercepting the beast’s lethal attacks.

Combined with the oppressive firepower of the metal barrage, the beast was rendered unable to advance or retreat, its wounds steadily mounting.

This was a golden-tier squad.

The Mad Blade, the female fist-fighter, and the female heavy blade—each an evolved gold-tier warrior. Their strength was nothing short of terrifying!

To shoot them down?

Chang Le swallowed hard. He was merely a bronze-tier gunfighter; even if he managed to hit one, he would likely do no more than lightly wound them.

Fortunately, the team was well prepared.

He looked down at a uniquely shaped bullet in his palm. It wasn’t made of metal, but crafted from the bones of some creature. Its pale surface radiated a soft white glow, and within it surged a dreadful genetic energy.

This was a 'genetic round'—one of the creations of genetic technology, forged from battlefield creature materials, inherently imbued with powerful genetic energy.

In essence, it was a solidified form of 'gun-fighting technique.' Its power rivaled that of a gold-tier gunfighter employing their technique.

One could imagine its destructive force.

However, it was exorbitantly expensive. Only materials from gold-tier battlefield creatures could be used, and the manufacturing process was extremely complex.

A city in a one-star battlefield couldn’t produce such rounds; ordinary people had no way to acquire them.

Though formidable, they were…

Expensive!

Each round cost at least ten million star coins!

It wasn’t just bullets being fired—it was money!

Truth be told, as one of Wolf Greed’s ace gunfighters, Chang Le had never seen such a thing before. But this time, he had been issued one.

Of course, not just him; his three companions, also Wolf Greed’s ace gunfighters, each held one, with varying effects.

Just the genetic rounds alone amounted to forty to fifty million star coins.

Add in the three hundred million reward, and the even rarer high-level cultivation techniques…

This patron had paid a fortune for the assassination of the female heavy blade wielder—at least five to six hundred million.

Chang Le wondered what grudge could possibly justify such hatred.

He pondered silently.

After a moment, he exhaled softly, focusing intently.

In his view, beyond the distant battle, a group was rapidly approaching the scene along the snowy edge. They wore white ghillie suits and moved with great speed—it was the captain and their crew.

Even with genetic rounds, killing a gold-tier heavy blade wielder in a single shot wasn’t guaranteed—especially if she used her genetic martial arts.

Thus, coordination was essential.

Now, the enemy was wholly absorbed by the golden beast, all attention and firepower focused there. When the captain and their team drew near, whatever the state of the battle, this elite squad’s sudden attack would inflict devastating casualties.

When the melee began, four snipers could deliver several genetic rounds at the critical moment—then, the chances of killing their target were assured.

The enemy had three gold-tier members, but this time their side was even better prepared. Though they were few, in terms of gold-tier warriors, they also had four.

Plus, four ace snipers equipped with precious genetic rounds…

Honestly, even if the enemy wielded a golden heavy blade, Chang Le doubted she could survive.

Unconsciously, the battle raged on, and the sky gradually dimmed.

Wolf Greed’s elite squad, concealed in white ghillie suits, had successfully entered within a thousand meters of the enemy, and continued advancing.

Their movements had grown much more cautious. They knew: the closer they got, the later they were discovered, and the greater the devastation they could inflict with their sudden assault.

Chang Le took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening as he slid the genetic round into the magazine, preparing himself.

Whether he would ever have a chance to rise to gold-tier depended on this moment!

He thought to himself…