Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 391 The Demon Clan Sends Reinforcements

Lei Ruichen explicitly assigned Zheng Qian to the rescue, which put Zheng Qian in a very awkward position.

I want to kill the enemy and earn military merit, and you want me to come to my rescue?

Alright, let's do the rescue. We must have a sense of teamwork. In battle, it's all about "us," not "me."

Zheng Qian was very conscientious and immediately took on the rescue work. Whenever someone was injured, he would carry them and run to the back. Any demons blocking his way were either killed with a punch or crushed with a stomp.

No Flame Leopard or Shadow Serpent could withstand a single blow from him, and aside from using the Starry Sky Illusionary Step to travel, he never used a single trace of spiritual energy in his attacks.

"Zheng Qian is very strong," Zhao Minghang commented. Not only is Zheng Qian strong, but he is also very good at seizing and maneuvering fighter jets.

"He is indeed very strong." Xiao Ling's previous displeasure had been completely forgotten. The stronger Zheng Qian was, the happier he was.

He was the one who processed Zheng Qian's military merit plaque, and he was the one who opened the green channel for today's combat quota. If Zheng Qian is not strong, wouldn't that mean he has poor judgment?

Yang Xu knocked back a Flame Leopard with his staff, but the Flame Leopard spewed out a ball of flame, setting his hair ablaze. He hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy to extinguish the flames, but he also turned into a black-faced monster.

"Beast, die!" Yang Xu raised the Golden Refined Iron Cudgel in his hand. The cudgel emitted a yellow spiritual light, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. It unleashed a force of 100,000 jin and smashed down on the head of the Flaming Leopard.

With this strike, Yang Xu used all his strength, striving to kill the Flaming Leopard with a single blow and earn thirty military merits.

The Flaming Leopard was exceptionally ferocious, neither retreating nor dodging. Its body was engulfed in raging flames, which distorted the void. A huge fireball appeared in its forepaw, as it prepared to fight Yang Xu to the death.

Suddenly, an irresistible force came from Yang Xu's waist. He looked down and saw a handsome smiling face.

"Brother, you're injured and need medical attention."

Yang Xu was extremely anxious. The Flaming Leopard was incredibly powerful, and being hit by it was no joke; it wouldn't just leave you with bruises all over your body, but rather patches of blood and gore.

Yang Xu roared, "Where did this idiot come from..."

Bang... Just then, the handsome young man who was holding his waist punched the Flaming Leopard to pieces, and the flames fell, splashing up bursts of sparks.

"What did you just curse?" Zheng Qian asked as he carried Yang Xu as they ran.

"No, I didn't curse." Yang Xu shook his head so hard his neck bones cracked. "I was wondering where this stupid leopard came from, actually sparring with you, brother. He really doesn't know what's good for him."

Zheng Qian was satisfied with Yang Xu's answer. He carried Yang Xu to the front of the Radiant Legion's medical team and then turned around to go to provide further assistance.

Yang Xu asked loudly, "Brother, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. May I ask your name?"

"Zheng Qian".

Zheng Qian didn't even turn his head. Doing good deeds anonymously is his virtue, but if someone asks for his name, he will answer seriously.

Zheng Qian?

Yang Xu racked his brains for a long time, but he really couldn't think of anyone like him among the famous dragon-shaping realm figures of the Dawn Barrier.

Behind the Yuren race, a young man lazily tossed his hair and said coldly, "This is what you call the Twin Walls of the Dragon Shaping Void Cliff? With such little fighting power, you can't even do anything to them. You're really useless."

He Zhoujia smiled and said, "Lord Tong, you don't know, their formation is a combination of offense and defense. We tried everything, but we couldn't kill the two of them and break through the Dawn Barrier."

Lord Kirito is a prodigy from a branch of the Yuren royal family, named Kirito. He possesses dual bloodlines of the Yuren and ape races, and not only is his archery skill unparalleled, but his strength also far surpasses that of his fellow clansmen, making him a dominant force in a region.

"Trash is trash. Making excuses only shows that you're afraid to admit you're incompetent trash." Tong Yuan was arrogant. He looked down on his clansmen who couldn't defeat Ma Haoli and Xiao Ling, and he despised the Shadow Serpent Clan and the Flame Leopard Clan even more. In his eyes, these two races were inferior races.

"Yes, Lord Tong, you are right." He Zhoujia smiled ingratiatingly. Tong Yuan was a prodigy sent by his superiors to support them. Not only was his combat strength stronger than theirs, but his status was also several levels higher.

Kirito reached out his hand, and Heshu Jia sensibly handed him the ancient bow he carried, holding the arrows with both hands.

With a whoosh, Kirisaki pulled back the bowstring and released it, the ancient bow emitting a clear, resonant sound.

"This bow is barely worthy of my drawing." Tong Yuan's eyes were contemptuous. He was the strongest prodigy in the region, and he felt that coming here to provide support was beneath him.

"Lord Tong, this Blood-Kissing Bow is the best bow we have here. It can't be drawn without 130,000 jin of strength. Your status is noble and your strength is great, so of course only you can use it." He Zhoujia flattered with a smile, saying whatever Tong Yuan liked to hear.

Nodding in satisfaction, Kirisu grabbed the arrow held by Kazuya, drew the arrow, and aimed.

In that instant, it seemed as if the world had fallen silent. Kirito's eyes were fixed on Ma Haoli, who was fighting fiercely not far away. His tongue slid across his lips, his tail stood upright in the sky, his hands turned blue, and his pupils turned black.

whoosh...

Kirisaki suddenly released the extremely taut bowstring. The arrow, the instant it left the bow, violently rubbed against the air and ignited a brilliant purple flame, as if drawing mysterious power from the void.

The arrow's trajectory twisted, carrying the power to tear through space, like a purple dragon weaving through the void, unstoppable.

With a sharp whooshing sound, the arrow, imbued with Kirito's entire will and rage, pierced Ma Haoli's protective aura with unerring accuracy, embedding itself deep in his chest and scattering dazzling sparks.

"Ah..." Ma Haoli cried out, but the arrow from Tong Yuan continued its momentum, carrying his entire body into the air and pinning him to the cliff with a clang.

The sudden turn of events threw the human geniuses into disarray. Ma Haoli, the leader of this operation, was unexpectedly pinned to the cliff by an arrow. How could he possibly fight now?

"Hold on, Bloodscale Defense Formation!" Lei Ruichen roared. He Zhoujia of the Yuren Clan did not have this kind of combat power, nor could he possibly pin Ma Haoli to the cliff with an arrow.

The demon race has sent demons to provide support.

Ma Haoli is also a prodigy, but he was ambushed by Kirito during his fierce battle with Reiha. Kirito's archery skills are indeed far superior to his old rival, He Zhoujia.

After firing an arrow, Tong Yuan tossed the bow to He Zhoujia and said calmly, "Lei Ruichen is on guard now, making it much harder for him to launch a sneak attack. Wait for them to fight for a while, and I'll take his life with one arrow."

Zheng Qian had just returned from carrying a comrade when he saw Ma Haoli pinned to the cliff with a clang. Immediately, starlight shone beneath his feet, and he flew toward Ma Haoli.

There is no flight restriction at the Dragon Transformation Cliff. After all, this is the arena for a life-or-death battle and a place of contention between the two sides, so naturally no no-fly formation would be set up here.

Ma Haoli was still completely dazed. He hadn't even seen where the arrow had come from before he was pinned to the cliff. Luckily, he had narrowly avoided hitting a vital spot when the arrow flew towards him, and it hadn't struck his heart. He reached out his right hand to retrieve the arrow, only to find that he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Brother, don't move. You're injured. Don't worry, I'm here to save you." Zheng Qian flew over, swiftly pulled out the arrow, drawing a trail of blood.

"Go back and take your drugs. I'll take you guys to block the door later." After saying that, Zheng Qian turned around and returned to the battlefield to play his role in the rescue team.