Number One Dungeon Supplier
chapter-1413-30041322

"Firecleaver." The newest Club General said to his partner as he raised his weapon up. "She had defeated my clone almost instantaneously."

"Do not call my name so casually, 'Roughscream'.You have yet to fill the shoes of the old general. He was the only one that is deserving of the title." Firecleaver said as he continued to monitor the lady fighter that they had lured.

"Bickering between the two of you so early in this fight? How could I expect a decent duel when the two of you are not in sync with each other? Shall I end this fight quickly?" Pei said as she still kept her katana sheathed in the scabbard. It was then she heard a loud explosion from above the sky bridge and knew that Peppers was starting her attack against the Demon Rat Mage General.

"Welp, looks like my colleague might defeat your fellow General faster than I kill the both of you if you two could not get your shit together." Pei shrugged her shoulders and hoped that provoking them would give her a warm up exercise that was worthy of a sweat at the Hot Spring Instance.

However, the only one that responded to her provocation seemed to be the younger general who seemed like proving himself to Firecleaver. It seemed like whatever information that Transquick had given was stated to be true. The title of the Club General was given to the strongest of Demon Rats who have the best proficiency in that particular weapon.

From the way they had conversed, Pei can only assume that the previous Club General did succumb to his wounds from the Pandawans' retaliation and this particular Demon Rat was merely filling in the shoes of his predecessor so that there is always a Club General at the top of the Demon Rat hierarchy.

That also meant that whatever information collected by the System about the Club General was invalid. The only advantage Pei had was her overwhelming strength but killing them might be a waste since she could possibly always learn a trick or two from her enemies and incorporate them into her skills. That was assuming that there was something to learn from the enemies since she had already accumulated a decent amount of skills from her years fighting the ancient war with Kraft.

Regardless, having a refresher would not hurt once in a while and could only hope that her enemies would be up to par as their names could. (Although, she was not expecting much since the data from the System had already indicated them to be lesser than a Grade 4 Cultivator due to their inhuman strength.)

The new Roughscream started to saunter through the graveyard of all things mechanical as that was the place where the Generals had led her to. Subsequently, his footwork got more intense and from the heaps of trashed vehicles, more of his 'clones' merged from it.

A synchronised attack where if Roughscream had failed to hit her because she dodged, the other clone would immediately attack without any hesitation. This should make blocking difficult since killing the clone did not cause the clone to dissipate like an illusion. This was because the new Roughscream had trained not just several Demon Rats to be like him but several dozens like him.

In short, the new title of Club General was not held by just one Demon Rat but an entire clan of Demon Rats. All of them had been trained under one teacher previously which made their thoughts and movements to be similar to each other. It was an ironic choice for the entire clan to be dubbed as the new Club General but Pei could see that their higher up might be doing this not to just motivate the new Club General but provide sufficient power to fight against this particular imminent threat and the Club General's name Roughscream would always be eternal.

Even if one dies, another Roughscream could replace him easily because they are of the same. Demon Rat Axe General Cinderclaw imagined that the repercussions of choosing an entire clan to be a club general would not be too far fetched as he imagined there would be considerable losses sending his generals to fight against the humans. If any one of that Demon Rat Clan had survived and they managed to pull through from this war, Cinderclaw could simply announce a competition for one person to get the Club General title.

In short, he did not care as long as the Demon Rats were able to perform their duties and that was why Lance General Firecleaver, a veteran general, had refused to acknowledge the new Club General since he was considered to be disposable.

Pei had no idea and only assumed that they were just the Club General underlings since all of them looked the same to her. And unfortunately for the Club General, she did not dodge any attacks from the 'Club Generals' and slaughtered every one of them mercilessly. Her speed was also fast while her katana sliced through their meat and flesh like fresh chicken meat on a chopping board.

There was no delay in her subsequent strikes and the nameless clan of Demon Rats had been decimated in this particular graveyard. Their years of intensive training disappeared right in front of Pei when their lifeless bodies decorated the graveyard, leaving none behind. But even as the last 'Club General' standing right in front of Pei, knowing that his death was inevitable, he stood tall against her, holding on not just his club weapon but his mate's club too.

"Foolish. Run away while I am feeling generous. You are just another worthless stain to my katana." Pei said as she looked at the Lance General.

"Hmm? Let him do what he wants. I care not for this generation of club wielding Demon Rats." Firecleaver said as he had already sized Pei up from the way she killed the Club Generals.

"Such a pity, I thought you Demon Rats are, at the very least, united," Pei said as her katana now sheathed within her scabbard had been used as a blunt weapon against the last Club General.

And yet, it slices through the Club General's weapons and subsequently his head as well. The results were pretty obvious and Pei returned her stare at Firecleaver.

"So, when is your turn to be a useless resource?" Pei asked as she swung her scabbard so hard that it not only removed the blood stains on it but destroyed a large mountain of scrapped vehicles.