Chapter 101: Arrogant Breastplate (Recommended votes reached 6000. Extra chapter)

Huff! Huff! Huff! Jiang Ming fled desperately. He couldn't die—not only because he feared pain, but far more crucially because of his shadow necklace. To become a shadow sorcerer, he relied entirely on that string of shadow necklaces. If the necklace exploded, his shadow control would plummet dramatically! So he would rather commit suicide than be killed by a killer! The real problem was that this damned system refused to let him die, reminding him that he had already been locked by the killer and could not suicide. This was truly too much of a scam!

"Yo! Isn't this the famous genius from Fudan Middle School, Jiang Ming? How did he end up fleeing in such a sorry state?"

"Hahahaha! Fleeing from Fudan Middle School is legendary. Last week, our Jingdu No.1 Middle School sent an invitation to Fudan Middle School for an invitational tournament, and they chickened out and didn't show up!"

The group approaching them was a small team from Jingdu No.1 Middle School, eight strong. More than thirty students from Jingdu No.1 had come here, not merely for survival, but because they had learned of a method to activate a hidden task. To begin this hidden task required various harsh conditions, one of which was to kill ten killers. Upon discovering that killers had appeared in the desert region, the small team from Jingdu No.1 Middle School rushed over at once.

Jiang Ming now cared only about staying alive and had no regard for his pride. His face was filled with pitiful pleading as he said, "Luo Yang! Please save me! There's a killer chasing me! I don't want my equipment to explode. We've known each other for more than a year. You forgot that last year when we took part in the math Olympiad, your student ID fell on the bus, and it was I who picked it up and returned it to you!"

Watching Jiang Ming lose his former arrogance and bow his head, treating him as an equal opponent, Luo Yang felt a wave of disgust in his heart: "Jiang Ming! Have some backbone! Where did your former bravado go? Let alone failing one dungeon, even if he truly died, what about your backbone, your dignity!"

Jiang Ming wanted to say that he too craved backbone and dignity, yet the moment he recalled the terrifying sight of the killer's slaughter, he shivered with fear.

Jiang Ming said with a bitter laugh, "Luo Yang! I beg you! Otherwise, you could just kill me with one sword! That would be fine too. I don't want to die in that fellow's hands!"

Huff! Huff! Huff— The yellow sand surged and rolled toward them!

A black shadow stepped out from the yellow sand, voice ice-cold: "You wanted to kill me earlier—why are you running so fast now?"

Luo Yang gazed at the black shadow emerging in vampire gear, gripping a black long sword, his tone low: "Jiang Ming, is that him chasing you?"

Jiang Ming hid clumsily behind Luo Yang, voice shaking: "Yes, it's him. You must be careful—he's a killer, but for some reason the system didn't display him!"

Though Luo Yang cursed Jiang Ming and looked down on him, in his heart Jiang Ming was both foe and friend. He would not abandon him to the slaughter.

Luo Yang bowed slightly in polite respect. To Luo Yang, the masked man before him was clearly a strong one, and strong people deserved respect.

"Friend, allow me to speak frankly—this is merely a dungeon, not a matter of life or death. I'm sure you've slain all my teammates. Whatever grudges we held are settled. Why don't we each take one step back and call it even? Perhaps later, when we leave, we can become friends!"

Chen Mo said coldly, "You have fine manners. I can see you're a principled man. I too have principles: As long as I want someone dead, that person will die!"

The teammates behind Luo Yang roared with rage: "Who the hell do you think you are? Our captain is showing you respect by speaking to you, and you think you're some big shot?"

"Exactly, captain—stop wasting words! He killed Jiang Ming's teammate, so his points are high. And Jiang Ming said he's a killer. Our mission is to hunt killers, so let's just finish him!"

Jiang Ming warned them, "You must be careful! This guy's terrifying—he's extremely strong! Don't get careless! It's because I was careless that I nearly failed!"

The Jingdu No.1 Middle School students sneered, "Do you think we're as useless as Fudan Middle School? Listen to the kid's voice—he's probably young, just trying to scare us. Watch me end him with one slash!"

Luo Yang shouted angrily, "He Chong, come back!"

But He Chong, once his blood was up, nothing could pull him back.

"Kid! Don't try to act tough in front of me! I'm the one who specializes in killing these pretentious bastards!"

Slash! The Nine Turns Linked Blade!

He Chong moved like the wind, not like the wind, but truly as if he were flying, his body spinning rapidly through the air!

One turn! Two turns! Three turns!

With each rotation his power layered up!

Chen Mo scanned the data: Tier initial rank, Nine Turns Linked Blade. So that was the truth.

The Nine Turns Linked Blade rotated nine times in the shortest time, layering power nine times—much like a mage's channeling explosion, except the Nine Turns Linked Blade was a single-target technique of terrifying power.

He Chong had killed even higher-tier elites with this ultimate move.

Puff! Puff! Puff— The devastating force even made the yellow sand tremble and scatter to either side.

This mountain-splitting, water-cutting slash was about to descend on Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo did not move, his diamond body skin, localized!

Advanced magic technique, localization!

Chen Mo merely localized his right hand, turning the entire right hand into a diamond fist!

Clang!

A crisp sound!

The power equivalent to peak-tier Nine Turns Linked Blade was easily clamped by Chen Mo between his index and middle fingers!

What?!

The Jingdu No.1 Middle School students were stunned. They knew He Chong's strength well and recognized this as his ultimate move. Even their instructor did not dare block it, yet the opponent had caught it with just two fingers. Was this still human?

Could it be a lord-tier?!

Yet in a higher dungeon, random matching was based on strength and would never pair such vastly different power levels together. This was truly too weird.

He Chong stared blankly at the scene. How proud he had been! To master this move he trained day and night—whether in reality or the Evolution Ball—practicing from three turns to four, then five, six!

Bit by bit progress, bit by bit accumulation, how many days and nights of blood and sweat to forge this ultimate technique!

This was He Chong's proudest ultimate move!

Yet just now, it had been clamped by someone using only two fingers!

What kind of feeling was this? It was as if you had trained to swim for twenty years only to discover the entire world had dried up! He was a useless man!

Clang!

A crisp sound!

Chen Mo's wrist twisted, snapping the knife's tip, then with the skill technique of a strong-arrow shot, he launched it away!

"He Chong! Watch out!!"

"Quick, dodge!!"

The Jingdu No.1 Middle School students shouted, but He Chong was like someone had struck his paralysis point. He stood frozen, staring dumbly as the knife tip drove toward his throat.

Puff—

No miracle occurred. The blade sank into the throat, blood spraying, He Chong's eyes wide open, dying with them unclosed.