I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 933: Chapter 614: Xue Yong, Reinforcements Arrive

On Wind Whisper Star, an unnamed mountain range lay sprawled across the wasteland.

The vegetation here was sparse, jagged rocks jutted everywhere, and a bleak, desolate air lingered all year round. People were rarely seen here; only the wailing of the wind sweeping through the ravines echoed for a long time in the empty valleys.

No one would have thought that deep within this seemingly barren mountain range, a hidden base unknown to the world was concealed.

Awooo—!!!

A long, wild wolf howl suddenly rang out.

On the mountaintop stood a wolf king with a sleek, powerful body and snow-white fur, head held high. A vicious light flashed in its silver-gray eyes as it raised its head and let out a long howl. Behind it, dozens of white wolves as robust as calves followed closely, their howls rising and falling, weaving into a chilling symphony that reverberated again and again through the mountains.

On the open ground at the foot of the mountain, a dozen or so children were lined up in a tight formation.

Their faces were still tender, looking only about ten years old. Their bodies were thin, yet each one held a long knife, a spear, or other Weapon. Their small faces were full of vigilance and tension far beyond their age. Pairs of clear eyes locked firmly onto the incoming wolf pack. Their small hands gripping the Weapons had knuckles turned white from the force, yet not one of them backed down.

Awoo~

The wolf king let out another short howl, like a command to charge. It was the first to leap, bringing a gust of bloody wind as it pounced down fiercely toward the children.

The white wolves behind it followed close, baring their fangs and snarling, revealing sharp tusks. Like Fierce Beasts driven mad by hunger, they rushed the children to tear them apart.

"Kill!"

Just as the wolf pack was about to reach them, the boy standing at the very front of the formation suddenly roared, his voice booming like a dragon’s cry, deafening.

This shout not only made the charging wolves jolt, their movements freezing for a brief instant, but also injected immense courage into the companions beside him.

"Kill!"

The children shouted in unison. Their voices were still childish, yet carried a desperate, burn-the-boats ferocity as they swung their Weapons and charged straight at the wolves.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The sound of blades cutting into flesh rang out repeatedly. Blood splattered, staining the rocks and dead grass underfoot red.

Though these children were young, their strikes were precise and vicious, each move targeting vital points—eyes, throat, joints—every blow a killing strike.

Clearly, they were already well-trained little Warriors, without a trace of the timidity or hesitation typical of their age.

Even more striking was that their fighting had clear structure and discipline. They maintained a tight formation at all times, covering each other and providing mutual support. Even when facing a wolf pack several times their number, they showed no sign of panic.

Relying on the advantage of their formation and a fearless, death-defying ferocity, they forcibly blocked the wolf pack’s first wave of assault and stubbornly held their ground.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Their battle cries grew louder and louder. The children fought more and more fiercely, the fear in their eyes gradually replaced by Evil Qi.

Especially the leading boy—his frame was much sturdier than the others, like a little bull. Wielding a somewhat heavy long blade, every swing landed with brutal force. He could actually lop off a white wolf’s head in a single chop. Blood sprayed across his tender face, making him look even more ferocious.

His reactions were extremely sharp. The wolf king’s several lightning-fast pounces were all deftly neutralized by his agile movements. The calm and composure in his eyes were nothing like those of a child just over ten.

However, in such brutal close-quarters slaughter, the slightest misstep meant instant death.

After all, these children were still too young; their Physical Strength and endurance were limited, making it hard to sustain combat of such intensity.

It didn’t take long before a flaw appeared in the formation. A small, skinny child reacted half a beat too slow and was suddenly tackled to the ground by a white wolf.

Puchi——!

The white wolf’s razor-sharp forelimbs clamped down on his shoulders, and its fangs bit into his throat in one savage chomp. With a violent tear, most of his neck was ripped away. Blood gushed out, drenching the ground.

"A Liang!"

The companion beside him let out a horrified scream at the sight and rushed forward to help.

Several long blades hacked down simultaneously onto the white wolf’s back and nape. The blades drove deep, completely ending its life. But A Liang could only clutch at his gushing throat, a hissing "heh-heh" leaking from his mouth. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness as the strength slowly drained from his struggling body.

Seeing this, all the children knew that A Liang’s life could not be saved.

Worse still, their rushed attempt to help had caused their once-tight formation to fall into disarray.

The wolf pack seized on this opening, breaking through the formation and plunging into the children like starving tigers.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Screams and the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out one after another. One child after another was brought down by white wolves. Some had great chunks of flesh ripped from them by claws; others had their throats torn through by fangs. In an instant, the scene descended into a hellish massacre.

"No!"

"Help me!"

Hearing the wails and pained groans of their companions, feeling the thick stench of blood filling the air, the leading boy clenched his teeth so hard they creaked, a trace of Evil Qi and ruthless resolve surfacing in his eyes far beyond his years.

"Die for me!!"

The next moment, the boy roared. His body seemed to swell a size in that instant. Faint blue-black markings surfaced on his skin, then flickered and vanished, not fully revealed.

A hidden, heavy pressure flared for a split second. Though weak, it carried an undeniable, sovereign might.

Swish!

Xue Yong slashed out with his blade, his speed several times faster than before, his strikes even more vicious. The edge of the blade tore through the air, letting out a sharp sonic crack.