Chapter 61: Can You Stop Us, Can You Stop a Thousand Troops?

With the inhuman regenerative abilities of his demigod body, Liam's fighting style was downright terrifying at this moment!

An eye for an eye! A life for a life!

Anyone unfamiliar with the situation might have been curious about which side the real divine servants were on. Liam's fighting style was simply too fearsome, resembling that of a zealot even more than his opponents.

He was fully aware that this battle was different from the others; he did not hold the overwhelming advantage he usually had over his enemies. In this situation, he had to fight with everything he had. Those who feared death often perished before those who did not.

Liam's actions left the chosen divine servants perplexed. With every clash of weapons and every burst of supernatural power, they felt a significant impact. By now, all of them had sustained injuries to varying degrees.

Liam, however, despite seemingly having suffered more serious injuries than all of them combined, appeared unscathed. His wounds healed almost as quickly as they appeared. Apart from his tattered clothes, he seemed largely unharmed!

"Damn, this guy's a bit of a freak," muttered the scar-faced man, clutching his right hand as he staggered backward, his feet leaving skid marks on the ground. Earlier, he had risked a blow from Liam's club to slash him with a blade. Now, his right arm had a fractured bone, while Liam's injury was nearly healed.

They were seriously beginning to doubt whether Liam had lied to them earlier.

Is this guy really a student?

Do students fight like this all the time? What kind of school doesn't teach them any restraint?

The sheer madness of Liam's combat style was enough to send chills down their spines.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a blinding flash of pale and golden light erupted in the battlefield, accompanied by two roars of fury. The golden longsword held by the divine servant leader had plunged into Liam's abdomen, blood spurting out instantly. At the same time, Liam's staff had transformed into a spear, piercing through his opponent's chest.

Liam knew he couldn't afford to drag this out. The commotion could attract even more people, so he had to finish this quickly. Trading injury for life—it was a worthwhile exchange.

"Cough... Ugh!" The divine servant leader, impaled, coughed up a large mouthful of blood, even spitting out fragments of his own organs.

"Kid... Who are you?" he gasped with difficulty, staring at Liam in his final moments.

Liam yanked the spear out with force, his hair disheveled and clothes in tatters. Although he appeared ragged, he exuded a vicious and formidable aura. His eyes seemed to have only two expressions—either the lazy indifference of everyday life or, as they were now, akin to a wolf daring to snatch food from a tiger.

"Me? I'm just a guy getting paid to do a job!"

In the last two seconds of his life, the divine servant leader chuckled bitterly.

"Heh... Paid to do a job... Does it really need such desperation...?"

"Kid, you want to be a hero? Can you stop us? Can you stop a thousand troops?"

With that final sentence, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground, instantly turning into an ice sculpture.

Outside the stadium, the situation was akin to a powder keg igniting. The war had begun without any drill or warning. Explosions erupted everywhere as superhumans and divine servants clashed openly in broad daylight.

It was worth noting that there was a residential area just ten kilometers away from Black Horse Stadium!

At this moment, Dong Wushuang and his comrades were entirely caught up in the frenzy. If the eight divine fetuses were allowed to cause trouble, the entire city would become a living hell!

Moreover, they had no idea how Liam was faring. They could only trust him for now and hope that the students were safe.

Sophia was in an extremely agitated state, killing her way through the chaos with Cain, searching for the divine fetuses.

"Xiao Yi... If this time... I mean, if something really happens to Liam, will you blame me?"

Cain was working with Sophia. They hadn't encountered much resistance due to their combined strength, and both had been silent until now.

"Yes!" Sophia answered curtly, her face expressionless, as she unleashed a barrage of deadly arrows from a bow formed of pure ice.

Cain looked bitter. He knew that Sophia's concern for Liam likely surpassed that of any ordinary student. He rarely saw her so emotionally distraught. As they made their way through the battlefield, Sophia had been far more ruthless than usual.

"Let's hurry. After we solve this, I need to be back within three hours! He's still so young... three hours... I don't know what he might have to go through."

Sophia was unusually irritable, speaking without her usual politeness and respect.

"You're young too. You're the same age. Don't push yourself too hard," Cain, usually cunning as a fox, felt somewhat at a loss, his words lacking conviction.

Sophia turned around sharply and said, "I've been training since I was fourteen, enjoying the resources and privileges society grants me. It's only right for me to protect the people and fight hard!"

"But Liam is different. He's never received any special treatment from this world. He hasn't even enrolled in the academy yet. He hasn't had the chance to enjoy the resources a talent of his level deserves."

"You don't really think he's fighting just for the money, do you?"

"He's driven by a determination not to retreat. He knows that if he doesn't stand up, his classmates might die, and if he doesn't put us at ease so we can fight, this city might become a river of blood."

"Just like when he saved those two kids."

There was a brief silence between them. Cain didn't know what to say next.

"By the way, Principal, I remember Liam gave you that envelope long ago, didn't he?"

"Then why has the situation spiraled so out of control?"

Hearing this question, Cain looked down, ashamed. It seemed she had hit a sore spot, making him feel quite embarrassed.

"I have my reasons... I'll provide an explanation."

"Alright, let's focus on solving the problem first. I can sense a presence in this area. I'll handle it."

"You go elsewhere, and try to contain today's situation as quickly as possible."

After saying that, Sophia turned and dashed off without looking back.

An hour and forty-five minutes had passed.

The stadium now appeared calm on the surface, but if one ventured inside, they would see it had been completely transformed into an icy hell! Thick layers of ice covered the entire stadium, and the pale frost made it look like a scene straight out of the Ice Age.

Frozen corpses lay scattered everywhere, surrounded by blood and dismembered limbs.

In the center of this icy hell stood a figure drenched in blood, slowly pulling out the weapons embedded in his body, gasping in pain.

"Damn it... That was the third wave!"

"Making money isn't easy... There should be a bonus!"