Chapter 47: Good Brothers

"I'm still a virgin!" Gao Yang, covered in blood, stood among the pile of corpses and shouted, full of grief and passion.

Qingling, holding a knife, frowned slightly, thinking that Gao Yang, like Fat Jun, had lost his mind from the shock.

"Hahaha..." Officer Huang laughed heartily, momentarily forgetting the danger they were in.

"What!" From the pile of "Rohan Beasts" outside, Wang Zikai's voice came, "What did you say... say it again..."

Gao Yang was overjoyed: Wang Zikai was still alive!

Gao Yang repeated loudly, "I'm still a virgin!"

"Ahhhhh..." The pile of "Rohan Beasts" exploded.

Wang Zikai, drenched in blood and fully beastified, stood two meters tall. He grabbed the heads of two beasts with each hand, dragging them like ragdolls. He crushed their skulls with a loud "pop" and threw their bodies, sending them flying into the other beasts, knocking them over.

He strode toward the house. During this time, the remaining seven or eight beasts charged at him, but these "minions" were no match for him. They were knocked down, and one was even torn in half by Wang Zikai's bare hands. In the bloody chaos, he seemed like a devil reborn from the bloodshed.

His chest heaved slightly as he stepped over the corpses and reached the door of the house. He lowered his head and looked at Gao Yang, who was shorter than him, his face covered in blood. "Really... still a virgin?"

"Yes," Gao Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I knew it!" Wang Zikai, excited, began dancing. "I knew you wouldn't get ahead of me in losing your virginity, hahaha! We really are good brothers..."

Bang—a beast broke through the roof and landed inside.

"Be careful..." Qingling was quick to react, swinging her knife, but the beast was faster. It swung its tail horizontally, striking Qingling in the waist, sending her flying out of the house.

"Qingling!"

Gao Yang shouted as he saw the beast inside—this was a "Slayer" among the "Wrath Beasts"!

This Slayer was on a completely different level from the "Aunt He" they had encountered before. It was young, but fully beastified. Its body had transformed into a giant lizard, with hard, dark red scales covering its entire form. Only its head retained some human features.

If this Slayer stood upright, it would probably be even more massive and powerful than Wang Zikai.

After sending Qingling flying, it hesitated for no more than a moment. Its muscular back legs bent with all its strength, and it launched itself at Gao Yang.

At the moment of impact, Wang Zikai instinctively pushed Gao Yang aside to save him. The next second, the Slayer slammed into Wang Zikai's side, its sharp claws stabbing at his abdomen, easily piercing through his tough, bronze-like skin.

"Ahhh! You little bastard..." Wang Zikai's veins bulged as he took the hit head-on.

The Slayer didn't stop; its legs continued to push, forcing Wang Zikai to retreat rapidly, crashing into a wall and causing it to crack. The front wall was nearly collapsing.

The Slayer tried to withdraw its claws to finish the fight, but Wang Zikai wasn't one to back down. He quickly thrust both arms under the Slayer's armpits, locking it in place and preventing it from escaping.

Despite his abdomen being punctured, blood bubbling from his mouth, Wang Zikai still laughed. "Sneaky attack, no honor in battle, you little bastard… take this… rat juice!!"

"Ahhh!" Wang Zikai exploded with all his strength, wrenching the Slayer's arms with a sharp twist. The sound of bones snapping filled the air as he ripped the Slayer's arms off with his own hands.

"Roar!" The Slayer howled in agony, stumbling back, blood spraying from its severed arms.

"Die!" Gao Yang charged forward and stabbed his dagger into the Slayer's abdomen, knocking it to the ground. The two of them struggled on the floor.

Though the Slayer had lost its arms, it wrapped its tail around Gao Yang's hands, trying to bite his neck with its sharp fangs.

Slap! A rusty hatchet slashed through the Slayer's face.

It wasn't Officer Huang; it was Fat Jun.

Fat Jun, holding the hatchet with both hands, his face streaked with blood and tears, was trembling with emotion. He raised the hatchet high and struck again, "Die!"

"Die!" A third strike.

"Die!" A fourth strike.

"Die, die, die, die, die..."

Gao Yang couldn't count how many times Fat Jun struck. The Slayer's head had been smashed to pieces, and the tail holding Gao Yang's hands loosened, going limp.

Fat Jun continued to swing the hatchet, but Officer Huang limped over, holding his wounded leg, and stopped Fat Jun's arm. "Enough, it's over."

Fat Jun dropped the hatchet and turned to embrace Officer Huang, crying, "I survived... I didn't die... I didn't die..."

"Yes, you survived," Officer Huang gently patted Fat Jun's back, as if comforting a child who had fallen.

Gao Yang pushed the Slayer's heavy body off him and staggered over to Wang Zikai.

The Slayer's broken arms were like huge iron nails, pinning Wang Zikai to the mud wall. His beastified form slowly reverted to his human shape. Blood bubbles oozed from his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, Wang Zikai looked frail and fragile, his hands clutching his abdomen, where the wound was a bloody, mangled mess.

"Bro, something's wrong..." Wang Zikai's voice grew weaker. "I feel like... I'm gonna die."

"No! You won't die!" Gao Yang panicked. He wanted to pull out the Slayer's arms but feared it would hasten Wang Zikai's blood loss and death.

"Damn it, I messed up..." Wang Zikai grinned foolishly, sounding almost childlike. "So lame... with the chosen script... and I still messed it up..."

"Stop talking, you're not going to die, you're not going to die..." Gao Yang's hands were shaking. He shouted at Fat Jun, "Stop crying! Help him!"

Fat Jun snapped back to reality, wiped his face with his arm, and rushed over, kneeling down to carefully inspect Wang Zikai's wound.

"Yang Ge! These two broken arms... have to be pulled out!"

"He's already lost too much blood!" Gao Yang said.

"I know, but if we don't pull them out, I can't heal him! We have to take a gamble!" Fat Jun gritted his teeth. "Yang Ge, make a decision!"

Wang Zikai's head tilted, his face pale as paper. He had lost consciousness.

"Pull!" Gao Yang gritted his teeth.

Officer Huang also stepped forward, "Gao Yang, hold Wang Zikai, Fat Jun and I will pull out the arms..."

The three of them braced themselves, shouting together: "Three, two, one..."

"Plop!" Both arms were pulled out at the same time, and blood sprayed onto the three of them.

"Stop it! Quickly, stop the bleeding!" Gao Yang yelled.

Fat Jun immediately pressed his hands over Wang Zikai's bloody wounds, "Healing!"

Fat Jun's thick palms glowed with green light, fluctuating in intensity. Blood seeped through his short, stout fingers, constantly oozing out.

"What's going on?" Gao Yang, frantic, asked. "Focus, focus!"

"I'm trying... I'm trying!" Fat Jun closed his eyes. "Healing! Healing!"

Wang Zikai's face turned from pale to ashen, and the blood flowing from his abdomen slowed, but not because the wound was healing—his blood was almost drained.

His chest barely rose, and Gao Yang didn't have the courage to check for his breath.

"I'm sorry..." Fat Jun's chubby face twisted with guilt as he began crying again. "I tried, I really tried..."

"Keep going!" Gao Yang shouted. "Don't stop! He's still got a chance!"

Officer Huang stepped forward and gently placed a hand on Gao Yang's shoulder. "Gao Yang, don't..."

Gao Yang shrugged off Officer Huang's hand. He knew what Officer Huang was going to say and didn't want to hear it. But Officer Huang spoke anyway, his voice weary and heavy.

"He's dead."