"Damn reaper, I'll fight you to the end!" Seeing his teammates injured and killed, Don gripped a grenade and wanted to charge forward to die with the reaper. Fortunately, his remaining two comrades stopped him in time. One of them forcefully took the grenade from Don's hand and said, "Captain, don't do it, if we continue fighting, we'll all end up here."
"Let go of me, I'll avenge my comrades!" Don had already lost his sanity.
Fifteen comrades went out, and now only three were left. He had no face to go back. Seeing that Don wouldn't listen to reason, Glen and Carter exchanged glances and forcefully held Don's arms, opening the car door and shoving him inside.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm the captain! Let me go!" Don struggled madly.
Glen and Carter remained silent, their actions of pushing Don into the car unchanged. When Don was inside, Glen firmly held Carter and said, "Carter, I'll leave the captain to you. I'll go draw the reaper's attention!"
"No, Glen, you stay here to protect the captain. I'll go distract that guy." Carter resolutely refused. While they argued, the reaper took the opportunity to approach.
Seeing the reaper about to pounce, Glen pushed Carter and quickly pulled out a gun with one hand and a grenade with the other, charging forward. "Fuck, look this way!" Glen pulled the trigger and immediately threw the grenade.
The reaper couldn't dodge in time, and there was a loud explosion. The rising fireball emitted scorching heat, causing it to step back a few steps. Taking advantage of the opportunity.
Glen shouted behind him, "Captain, Carter, hurry up and go!"
"Carter, I command you to let me go!" Don, seeing Glen fighting alone, was unwilling to agree and struggled and shouted desperately. Carter, with tears in his eyes, knew that if they didn't retreat now, they would betray Glen's goodwill. He held onto Don and said, "Captain, let's listen to Glen. We can't let him sacrifice himself in vain."
"Fuck!" Don looked at Carter's pleading eyes, pounded the seat in regret, and said, "Let's go!" As soon as the words fell, the military vehicle started and quickly reversed.
Glen heard the sound of the vehicle starting, a hint of relief crossed his face. He looked at the reaper once again, his eyes filled with determination, and raised his gun, shouting, "Come on, you bastard! Today, Glen will teach you a lesson!"
The reaper roared and leaped forward, swinging its scythes at Glen's arms. Glen wasn't afraid either. He took out the last three grenades and, as the reaper approached him, pulled out the pins, muttering, "Mom, Dad, I'm coming to join you!" As he finished speaking, the reaper was already in front of him.
At the same time, Anthony watched the soldier's movements and felt a surge in his heart. He estimated the distance, about fifty meters. There was still time. He gripped his Tang sword and swiftly moved, appearing in front of the soldier in less than a second. Then he shouted, "Quick, drop the hand grenades, leave this to me!"
"Who are you?" Glen's face showed surprise.
Anthony didn't have time to explain, so he simply waved the hilt of his sword, knocking away the three hand grenades in Glen's hand. Then he grabbed Glen by the collar and leaped to the side.
Boom! The three hand grenades exploded, creating a massive fireball. Countless steel pellets scattered in all directions. Fortunately, Anthony appeared a hundred meters away, barely avoiding the attack.
"You stay here and behave yourself. I'll take care of that mutant." Anthony dropped these words and disappeared another hundred meters away, leaving Glen dumbfounded. Had he encountered a hidden expert? Soon, despair crept in as he realized that if the expert had appeared earlier, his brothers...
Sniffing, Glen looked at the battlefield and loudly reminded, "Expert, this guy has tough skin. Bullets won't penetrate. Be careful!"
On the square, Anthony listened to Glen's reminder from behind, his lips curved. Indeed, he was a warrior of the people. Even at this critical moment, he still cared about others. It made Anthony believe that it was worth rescuing him.
Putting aside his thoughts, Anthony stared intensely at the formidable creature in front of him. "Today, let me test your strength." He gripped the hilt of his sword, his legs slightly bent. The reaper stared back at the human, becoming more cautious because it sensed a threat emanating from him.
With a roar, the reaper, driven by its animal instincts, leaped more than ten meters into the air, swinging its massive scythes down toward Anthony's head.
"So impatient." Anthony's gaze remained calm. His hand rested on the sword hilt, waiting. Suddenly, his expression changed. In the next second, a gust of force rushed towards him.
"Now!" Anthony silently exclaimed, gripping the Tang sword's hilt and unsheathing it. The Tang sword swung towards the giant scythes.
The sound of metal collision echoed on the square as an invisible ripple spread in all directions, lifting dust from the surroundings. Anthony stood at the center, and the dust whirled around him.
"Not bad, your strength is formidable." Feeling a slight tingling in his hand, Anthony was secretly amazed. The strength of this speed-type mutant definitely exceeded a ton.
Fortunately, his power attribute had reached 21.75, barely withstanding the blow. If it were an awakened half-awakener, they would be either dead or severely injured.
"Attack!" Anthony shouted loudly, exerting force with both arms. The 20% increase in combat power brought by a Spirit Value of 0.2 was instantly activated, directly pushing the pair of giant scythes away.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The reaper was pushed back by the tremendous force, retreating several steps before stabilizing its towering figure. Glen, witnessing this scene from a hundred meters away, had his beliefs shattered. "Damn, is this guy still human?"
"He sent the reaper flying with a single strike, this brother is amazing!" Soldiers always admired the strong, and Glen, who was saved by Anthony, instantly held Anthony in high regard.
With Anthony gaining the upper hand, Glen excitedly shouted, "Expert, kick his ass!"
The corner of Anthony's mouth curved slightly. Judging from the current situation, after the power boost, he had the upper hand in strength, but he wasn't sure about the speed...
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the reaper, unable to bear such humiliation from humans, let out an enraged roar and instantly disappeared from its original position.
"Expert, be careful, this thing is incredibly fast," Glen's voice came again.
Anthony's face remained calm, without a trace of panic. He still tightly grasped the Tang sword, with his front foot pressing against the ground.
In the next moment, a gust of wind pounced from behind. Anthony's eyes flickered, and he quickly turned around, lowering his head and body, launching a straight thrust. Blue blood sprayed out as the sword directly stabbed into the reaper's chest.
But it wasn't over yet. A first-tier mutant wouldn't die just from being stabbed through the body; they had only one weakness. Anthony knew this well. He gripped the sword hilt with his right hand and exerted force upward. The Tang sword, sharp as it was, cut through effortlessly, just like slicing a melon. It continued upward until the blade slid out from the neck, and seizing the opportunity, Anthony swung horizontally. A large eight-petaled head flew into the air.