By Seeing Beasts' Training Paths, My Beast Became Invincible-Chapter 91: We must go
Rocky frowned and slashed the tent in half before dashing out. He summoned his longbow and shot arrow after arrow at the enemies coming toward him.
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Ting!
[You have slain a demon soldier.]
[You have received 200 points.]
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He nonstop released arrows while Bobby and Matt attacked the demons nearby. With their support, Rocky could move freely while fighting. Each arrow pinned tightly into an enemy’s chest, sending them tumbling across the ground several times.
No one could withstand a single strike—they just died, blood painting the snowy ground afterward.
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Ting!
[You has slain a demon soilder.]
[You have received 200 points.]
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Ting!
[You has slain a demon soilder.]
[You have received 200 points.]
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Ting!
[You has slain a demon soilder.]
[You have received 200 points.]
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Ting!
[You has slain a demon soilder.]
[You have received 200 points.]
The sound of crashing steel mixed with chaotic screams echoed through the outpost, tearing through the freezing snowstorm at this moment.
Shadowy figures of soldiers on both sides chased each other, locked in brutal combat—struggling just to survive.
Over time, the demons’ forces began showing signs of faltering. It was understandable—they were being attacked sneakily like this. With no preparation, the human troops held the upper hand.
"Shit! How did humans find our outpost?" a demon roared in anger, thrusting his longsword into a human soldier’s chest. His next motion was clearly cruel and merciless as he cut the enemy in half, organs and blood spilling out.
Meanwhile, a demon with a scar running across his right eye—the one who had ambushed Rocky before—kept his cold expression while cautiously assessing the situation around him.
He said,
"Don’t worry. Just try to hold on."
Then he commanded his beasts to slaughter the human soldiers. And when his standout strength appeared among the common demons, it was also the moment for the strong human soldier to emerge from the darkness.
Rocky wrinkled his brow a few times, then just shrugged as he recognized the familiar faces of those he had fought before.
"It’s been a while, my friends."
For a moment, the two demons looked stunned at seeing Rocky. They hadn’t expected him to recognize them here.
No... to begin with, humans had no reason to know the location of their lair unless there was a traitor among them. Or, thinking more simply, it could be that a human troop had captured a demon and forced him to reveal the information.
However, that assumption made no sense at all—either way, their race was famous for loyalty. Even if tortured, no words could be extracted.
Paul said in a curious voice,
"Do you know each other?"
Rocky giggled.
"A bit."
A few seconds later, without overthinking, Rocky dashed forward, longsword ready in his hand.
His target was the smartass demon.
Clang!
Rocky’s longsword slammed deafeningly against the demon’s weapon as both of them locked eyes.
The handsome demon intended to help his fellow, but Paul quickly got in his way and attacked him.
Well, now they were in a different situation.
1 vs 1, not 1 vs 2 like before. Rocky could finally reveal his true power—and see just how weak the demon really was.
Rocky created a dozen clone illusions, controlling them with his thoughts. They surrounded the smartass demon, leaving no gap to escape.
Meanwhile, Rocky concealed himself nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow.
The smartass demon cautiously studied the illusions before releasing a series of ice bullets at them. He then rushed forward, aiming at the illusion he judged to be the real Rocky.
As soon as he thrust at that illusion, a cold longsword pierced through his back. Blood ran along the sharp edge, dripping onto the snowy ground.
With a twisted face of pure agony, the smartass demon groaned,
"You little shit."
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Ting!
[You has slain a demon soilder.]
[You have received 200 points.]
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But in the next moment, a wicked smile appeared on the demon’s lips, leaving Rocky confused for several seconds.
A bad feeling ran through his thoughts.
Rocky drew his bloodied longsword, glancing coldly at the corpse collapsing afterward before speaking up to Paul, nearby.
"’We must retreat.’"
Paul looked a bit confused. Retreating at this moment seemed strange to him.
After all, they had been overpowering the demon troop. At this rate, victory would be assured if they kept fighting.
"’Why? I don’t think so. We’d destroy this outpost. And I will take the key contributor in this battle.’"
A series of thoughtless calculations about contribution ran through his mind. Yet, Rocky couldn’t deny it was true. If he obtained the key contributor, once they returned to the human stronghold, he might be able to challenge a Squad Leader and take that position.
Rocky scowled but just scratched his head for a moment. Right now, he realized he wasn’t the leader of this troop. With or without his opinion, the human soldiers would keep fighting until the outpost was destroyed.
Rocky said indifferently,
"’Don’t bother... Take your point.’"
Paul raised an eyebrow and asked politely,
"’At least let me know your reasoning. If it makes sense, I can convince everyone.’"
He pointed to the burned tents, where human troops were massacring demons with satisfaction.
"’You see, if I have no proper reasons, I can’t convince them. Either way, we’re just a care unit without a main leader.’"
Rocky nodded and said,
"’Nothing much.’"
He shrugged lazily before finding a good place to rest. He knew his words wouldn’t have any effect on them.
Well, for sure, he couldn’t convince them with a single sentence like: I have a bad feeling about that when that smartass demon smirked at me, so we should retreat.
A vague sentence, without any evidence, wouldn’t help him at this point.
Now he began to understand the critical role of a higher position in a troop. But to obtain it, he might have to return to the human stronghold. From now until that time, he could only hope his feelings wouldn’t come true.
Indeed, they weren’t really a troop—just a ragtag group of young people from the area who hadn’t been trained in the army.
