People were more willing to think of this young master from the Song Family as an all-round player.
Countless Hunter's Groups began to et slowly, and their choices were nothing more than non-aggression, cooperation, or plunder.
At the sa ti, this hunting ground was also the stage for those destined.
Ye Feng, with his Extre Eye, had spotted Song Que's group from a great distance away.
He stood still, with a trace of excitent, and asked,
"We have encountered the Song Family from the top three families, about three kiloters away from us."
Gu Luo curled his lips and said,
"You look even more excited than when we hunted the Iron Tree Giraffes earlier."
Ye Feng nodded and replied,
"Song Que has the strongest eyes."
Gu Luo laughed and shook his head, saying,
"I disagree."
"We disagree too," the rest of the team also said, laughing.
Ye Feng suggested,
"Shall we test our ttle against each other? The enemy comprises the top three families, and everyone by their side is a master. Do you dare?"
Gu Luo, lifting his great sword, responded,
"Lead the way."
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...
A distance of three kiloters was quite short.
Under the active efforts of Lin Jue and the One-Eyed King, Song Que's group had already hunted three perfect-level creatures. In terms of achievents, perhaps out of two hundred teams, few could compare.
They were resting, eating to replenish their strength.
The seven days of hunting were about more than just hunting; it was also about the survival skills in the mining areas.
Ensuring a supply of food was also a critical aspect.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky as they took shade under the Red-tailed Trees, enabling the group to relax.
Doctor Qin was treating everyone's injuries. Hunting perfect-level creatures was still not an easy task, even for them, who were part of the top combat forces.
Lin Jue whistled a tune of unknown purpose while the One-Eyed King cleaned the barrel of his sniper rifle.
Lao Lei rested with his eyes closed, and Xiao Shi kept her gaze fixed on Song Que, like a female bodyguard.
The others were oblivious, but Song Que suddenly furrowed his brows, saying,
"One-Eyed King, check toward the south with the firearms."
The One-Eyed King was puzzled but efficiently followed the command.
Looking through the scope, he whispered,
"There's a team from our own fortress, approaching us."
Lin Jue stood up with a baseball bat and remarked,
"Dessert after the al, I like."
Lao Lei continued resting with his eyes closed.
Song Que stood up and said softly,
"The other party is not an enemy; there's no need for a fatal blow. They are just here for a sparring match."
"Sparring? I'm a simple man; I don't do sparring. When I fight, I go for the kill," said Lin Jue.
Song Que replied with a smile,
"No matter, they are opponents worth going all out against."
Ye Feng appeared on the branch of a Red-tailed Tree.
Gu Luo carried his great sword, exuding the vigor of a top hunter. As he approached, the previously resting Lao Lei opened his eyes.
The four team mbers behind Gu Luo were nowhere near as famous as Gu Luo or Ye Feng and had almost never caught people's attention.
Song Que carefully recalled that all the attention on this team was overshadowed by Gu Luo and Ye Feng.
This brought a serious expression to his face.
Gu Luo spoke loudly,
"On ordinary days, there's no chance to compete with the geniuses of the Song Family. Today my brothers and I would like to challenge you. If you win, we'll work as laborers for you; if you lose, you'll hand over your ga to us, how about that?"
Song Que looked at Ye Feng and said,
"I'm just the eyes of the team; I don't participate in the fighting."
Gu Luo laughed heartily and said,
"I know you're more than just the eyes, but since we've bumped into each other today, let's see who has the superior eyes. Let's find out whose eyes are truly the number one in the hunting world!"
Song Que showed interest and said very candidly,
"How shall we compete? If it's a duel, it's actually unfair to you. Our team's strength is really strong."
If soone else had boasted about their team's strength, Gu Luo would have taken it as bluffing, but Song Que's deanor didn't warrant such thoughts.
It seed like he sincerely hoped that the other party would know their limits and back off.
Whether it was the ruffian wielding a baseball bat or the old man ditating, Gu Luo could sense that neither were weaker than him.
Song Que's female attendant was also quite peculiar. As for Song Que himself, he was unfathomably deep.
Among a crowd of strong contenders, Gu Luo was utterly unconcerned,
"The superiority of the eyes is judged by the tactics and control over the fight. Let's just enjoy our bout; I don't care about the outco of the fight—worst case, we'll be beaten down by you."
Lin Jue chuckled, "I like this guy's spirit! Boss, don't wuss out!"
Song Que gave a wry smile; he understood completely.
The victory of a team ca from the power gap, but the distinction between the eyes needed a separate evaluation.
Song Que stated, "I accept your challenge."
Ye Feng didn't speak but just made a hand gesture.
Each team had their own secret codes for arranging troops and formations.
Song Que also made a hand gesture in response.
The battle between two teams directed by their observer-commanders comnced.
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In the forest, outside a wooden cottage,
Sarutobi Sasuke was faced with six swordsn covered in wounds.
The youngest swordsman had been inflicted with one hundred ninety-four cuts by the Kusarigama and Starfall Dart, yet none was fatal.
"Sarutobi, kill them. We've had enough fun. These chaps are useless to keep around."
Rensheng Yeyi had already lost interest in these few swordsn.
He found it hard to understand, there were houses for human habitation in the red zone.
The person in the house dressed in the work clothes of the lower-class people from Huaxia, looking low and contemptible.
Nor did they possess any of the aura befitting a master.
Yet, this person had been watching the entire ti as Sarutobi Sasuke mocked the Swordsn Clan's battle.
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