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Chapter 132
Chapter 131: The Six Arms, Instantly Crushed. Humans Are Truly Fragile.
The massive boom of a fireball explosion reached the courtyard.
Tang Zheng stood alone and silent on the neatly trimmed lawn, his gaze peering from beneath his hood at the European-style castle ahead.
The main gate was already reduced to rubble, and billowing smoke poured from within.
"Wiped out in an instant? How impressive."
Tang Zheng noted that the dozen or so undead he was controlling had been completely annihilated by a single fireball, severing his connection to them. He murmured in admiration.
From the guards he had killed, he had already learned that, for some rare reason, all of Six Arms had gathered today. Although he hadn't found out why, Tang Zheng had no interest in knowing.
He glanced at the experience points on his stat panel.
【Experience Bar: 20973/10000】
The dozen or so members of Eight Fingers had given him over 800 experience points.
In Tang Zheng’s eyes, the defenses of the Eight Fingers security division headquarters were not only lax but also severely understaffed. In reality, the guards stationed here were, on average, between Level 6 and Level 8.
Among ordinary humans, this was already considered the level of a skilled fighter.
Boom!
A broken wooden door, already blackened by flames and carved with a majestic lion, was thrown out, smashing hard onto the lawn with a loud thud.
The next moment.
Several figures emerged one after another from the thick smoke.
"Hehehe, to think it's really just one person."
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom, dressed in light, sheer gauze, swayed her slender waist and spoke with a coquettish laugh.
"Excuse me, sir, are you certain you've come to make trouble for us?"
As she walked, the golden rings on her wrists and ankles collided, creating a crisp, tinkling sound.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist, the upper half of his body casually draped in a matador's formal gown with gold-thread embroidery, was the second to walk out.
"This outfit is very expensive. A little smoke and it will be unwearable."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist griped, holding a long rapier in his right hand, its tip pointed toward the ground and swaying slightly.
Following him.
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian, "Illusion Demon" Succulent, and "Undead King" Davernoch emerged in quick succession.
"Tsk, tsk, the boss is very angry," "Illusion Demon" Succulent said, his gaunt face revealing a sinister look. He sized up Tang Zheng from afar before turning to "Undead King" Davernoch.
"What's the deal with this guy?"
"He's not like me."
A trace of disappointment showed in the red, will-o'-the-wisp-like pupils of "Undead King" Davernoch.
As a naturally occurring archlich, he suppressed his innate hatred for living beings only through an abyss-like desire for magic.
He had accepted "Fighting Ogre" Zero's invitation to join Eight Fingers to use human wealth to learn the magic mastered by humans.
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone who surpassed him in necromancy, which had made "Undead King" Davernoch think he had met one of his own kind.
But alas!
Tang Zheng’s body bore no aura of death whatsoever.
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere tensed, and a grave look appeared in everyone's eyes.
"To dare barge into our headquarters alone, he's a dangerous one indeed," "Spatial Slash" Peshrian's low, raspy voice came from within his helmet.
The others were all too clear about "Undead King" Davernoch's strength. For him, an undead, to be unable to gain an advantage in controlling the dead...
The implication was obvious!
The mysterious figure cloaked in the black robe likely possessed strength approaching the Heroic Realm, or perhaps he had already entered that domain.
Thud!
Thud!
The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the members of Six Arms uniformly made way.
The muscular "Fighting Ogre" Zero, his entire body covered in bestial tattoos, walked out exuding a dangerous aura, cracking his knuckles loudly.
"You've brought shame to my face by attacking my headquarters."
"I'm a magnanimous man, but right now I'm very angry. So, I'll give you only two choices."
"Fighting Ogre" Zero stared viciously at Tang Zheng. "Either become my subordinate, or die!"
The atmosphere grew oppressive.
Six gazes—filled with arrogance, seriousness, disdain, curiosity, and more—were fixed on him.
Faced with a lineup of six adamantite-rank level individuals, even Tang Zheng felt a sliver of pressure.
"To think all of Eight Fingers' strongest, the Six Arms, are here. My luck is truly something else."
Tang Zheng's sigh rang out, but his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, had grown serious.
No matter how much he looked down on them, the six people before him were all above Level 20. Of course, level was one thing, and strength was another.
For instance, the weakest of them, Illusion Demon, though his level was high, his job structure was a "Light Warrior" plus an "Illusionist."
A basic warrior job and a basic magic job with absolutely no synergy between them resulted in his actual strength being only at the standard of a mid-teens level.
It was no wonder he was later taken out by the novice Climb.
In fact, this kind of job build was rather common among the natives.
On the other hand, the strongest, "Fighting Ogre" Zero, was abnormally and ridiculously strong—even "Nail Clipper" Brain had needed to chug two potions.
"So, what is your choice?" asked "Fighting Ogre" Zero.
"You must have misunderstood."
"What I mean is, this will save a lot of time," Tang Zheng said. "Harboring an undead... you are all truly weighed down by sin."
All six members of Six Arms froze, their expressions turning cold.
"I've met many self-righteous people, but I've seen even more who have knelt before me, crying and begging for mercy in wretched agony."
"Fighting Ogre" Zero grinned, a savage look on his face. "I'll use your head to decorate my room, to show all the fools who challenge Six Arms what their fate will be!"
Tang Zheng's body swayed slightly. "So much nonsense."
Shrink Spell!
In an instant.
Tang Zheng's figure vanished from his spot. Moving at an extraordinary speed, he crossed the dozens of meters in a flash, appearing right before their eyes.
"So fast!"
Everyone's expression changed in shock.
This was not the speed a magic caster should possess.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his fist.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist and "Spatial Slash" Peshrian also reacted immediately, while the other three remained frozen in a daze.
"Dark Wave!"
Seeing the figures before him, Tang Zheng uttered two words.
Voom—
A dark, Cursed energy immediately spread out from Tang Zheng, expanding in all directions. After raising his Curse Knight job to Level 3, the range of his Dark Wave had already expanded to five meters.
The Curse Power pierced through their bodies, and everyone's movements froze stiff.
And at that moment.
Tang Zheng was already standing in the middle of the six, an iron sword simultaneously appearing in his palm.
In a real fight, he had no confidence in a one-on-six.
This group couldn't be called weak. If they were to scatter, it would be a real hassle. Besides, to bring them under his control, he had to crush them with absolute strength!
Therefore.
He would use his skill advantage, giving them no chance to act, and end the battle in the shortest time possible.
"Four Light Consecutive Slashes!"
A brilliant, cold glint flashed through the air.
Fountains of blood erupted from "Fighting Ogre" Zero, "Illusion Demon" Succulent, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
After attacking the four of them.
Tang Zheng twisted his ankle and shot out a kick, slamming it heavily into "Spatial Slash" Peshrian.
Of the six present, he was the only one wearing full body armor. If the previous attack had landed on him, Tang Zheng strongly suspected that his iron sword, which was already gradually disintegrating under the influence of the Curse, would have likely shattered on impact with the armor.
Boom!
The double damage, amplified by Curse Power, exploded on "Spatial Slash" Peshrian's chest. The seemingly sturdy armor caved in significantly.
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian let out a pained cry as his body was sent flying back into the mansion.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Three more agonized screams followed.
"Illusion Demon" Succulent, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom collapsed to the ground.
Large amounts of blood gushed from their wounds, instantly robbing them of their ability to fight.
A human's constitution couldn't compare to that of an ogre.
Bang!
The ground shook.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero snapped out of his daze. The intense pain and the aura of death activated his long-honed reflexes.
He stomped hard on the ground, rapidly pulling away.
Even before he could understand what had just happened, his body had already reacted.
"How is this possible!!"
"Who the hell are you!"
Only after creating a distance of about ten meters did "Fighting Ogre" Zero stumble to a halt, staring at Tang Zheng with a look of disbelief and terror.
Six Arms... had been crushed in an instant!
"Monster, monster."
"Illusion Demon" Succulent lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, a pool of his own blood spreading beneath him.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
The sensation of his blood steadily flowing out, of his life slipping away bit by bit, made his entire body tremble.
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom and "Thousand Kills" Malmvist also lay on the ground, on the verge of despair.
"Humans really are fragile."
Tang Zheng glanced at them, tossed the shattered iron sword to the ground, and looked up at the sky.
(end of chapter)
The massive boom of a fireball explosion reached the courtyard.
Tang Zheng stood alone and silent on the neatly trimmed lawn, his gaze peering from beneath his hood at the European-style castle ahead.
The main gate was already reduced to rubble, and billowing smoke poured from within.
"Wiped out in an instant? How impressive."
Tang Zheng noted that the dozen or so undead he was controlling had been completely annihilated by a single fireball, severing his connection to them. He murmured in admiration.
From the guards he had killed, he had already learned that, for some rare reason, all of Six Arms had gathered today. Although he hadn't found out why, Tang Zheng had no interest in knowing.
He glanced at the experience points on his stat panel.
【Experience Bar: 20973/10000】
The dozen or so members of Eight Fingers had given him over 800 experience points.
In Tang Zheng’s eyes, the defenses of the Eight Fingers security division headquarters were not only lax but also severely understaffed. In reality, the guards stationed here were, on average, between Level 6 and Level 8.
Among ordinary humans, this was already considered the level of a skilled fighter.
Boom!
A broken wooden door, already blackened by flames and carved with a majestic lion, was thrown out, smashing hard onto the lawn with a loud thud.
The next moment.
Several figures emerged one after another from the thick smoke.
"Hehehe, to think it's really just one person."
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom, dressed in light, sheer gauze, swayed her slender waist and spoke with a coquettish laugh.
"Excuse me, sir, are you certain you've come to make trouble for us?"
As she walked, the golden rings on her wrists and ankles collided, creating a crisp, tinkling sound.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist, the upper half of his body casually draped in a matador's formal gown with gold-thread embroidery, was the second to walk out.
"This outfit is very expensive. A little smoke and it will be unwearable."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist griped, holding a long rapier in his right hand, its tip pointed toward the ground and swaying slightly.
Following him.
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian, "Illusion Demon" Succulent, and "Undead King" Davernoch emerged in quick succession.
"Tsk, tsk, the boss is very angry," "Illusion Demon" Succulent said, his gaunt face revealing a sinister look. He sized up Tang Zheng from afar before turning to "Undead King" Davernoch.
"What's the deal with this guy?"
"He's not like me."
A trace of disappointment showed in the red, will-o'-the-wisp-like pupils of "Undead King" Davernoch.
As a naturally occurring archlich, he suppressed his innate hatred for living beings only through an abyss-like desire for magic.
He had accepted "Fighting Ogre" Zero's invitation to join Eight Fingers to use human wealth to learn the magic mastered by humans.
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone who surpassed him in necromancy, which had made "Undead King" Davernoch think he had met one of his own kind.
But alas!
Tang Zheng’s body bore no aura of death whatsoever.
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere tensed, and a grave look appeared in everyone's eyes.
"To dare barge into our headquarters alone, he's a dangerous one indeed," "Spatial Slash" Peshrian's low, raspy voice came from within his helmet.
The others were all too clear about "Undead King" Davernoch's strength. For him, an undead, to be unable to gain an advantage in controlling the dead...
The implication was obvious!
The mysterious figure cloaked in the black robe likely possessed strength approaching the Heroic Realm, or perhaps he had already entered that domain.
Thud!
Thud!
The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the members of Six Arms uniformly made way.
The muscular "Fighting Ogre" Zero, his entire body covered in bestial tattoos, walked out exuding a dangerous aura, cracking his knuckles loudly.
"You've brought shame to my face by attacking my headquarters."
"I'm a magnanimous man, but right now I'm very angry. So, I'll give you only two choices."
"Fighting Ogre" Zero stared viciously at Tang Zheng. "Either become my subordinate, or die!"
The atmosphere grew oppressive.
Six gazes—filled with arrogance, seriousness, disdain, curiosity, and more—were fixed on him.
Faced with a lineup of six adamantite-rank level individuals, even Tang Zheng felt a sliver of pressure.
"To think all of Eight Fingers' strongest, the Six Arms, are here. My luck is truly something else."
Tang Zheng's sigh rang out, but his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, had grown serious.
No matter how much he looked down on them, the six people before him were all above Level 20. Of course, level was one thing, and strength was another.
For instance, the weakest of them, Illusion Demon, though his level was high, his job structure was a "Light Warrior" plus an "Illusionist."
A basic warrior job and a basic magic job with absolutely no synergy between them resulted in his actual strength being only at the standard of a mid-teens level.
It was no wonder he was later taken out by the novice Climb.
In fact, this kind of job build was rather common among the natives.
On the other hand, the strongest, "Fighting Ogre" Zero, was abnormally and ridiculously strong—even "Nail Clipper" Brain had needed to chug two potions.
"So, what is your choice?" asked "Fighting Ogre" Zero.
"You must have misunderstood."
"What I mean is, this will save a lot of time," Tang Zheng said. "Harboring an undead... you are all truly weighed down by sin."
All six members of Six Arms froze, their expressions turning cold.
"I've met many self-righteous people, but I've seen even more who have knelt before me, crying and begging for mercy in wretched agony."
"Fighting Ogre" Zero grinned, a savage look on his face. "I'll use your head to decorate my room, to show all the fools who challenge Six Arms what their fate will be!"
Tang Zheng's body swayed slightly. "So much nonsense."
Shrink Spell!
In an instant.
Tang Zheng's figure vanished from his spot. Moving at an extraordinary speed, he crossed the dozens of meters in a flash, appearing right before their eyes.
"So fast!"
Everyone's expression changed in shock.
This was not the speed a magic caster should possess.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his fist.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist and "Spatial Slash" Peshrian also reacted immediately, while the other three remained frozen in a daze.
"Dark Wave!"
Seeing the figures before him, Tang Zheng uttered two words.
Voom—
A dark, Cursed energy immediately spread out from Tang Zheng, expanding in all directions. After raising his Curse Knight job to Level 3, the range of his Dark Wave had already expanded to five meters.
The Curse Power pierced through their bodies, and everyone's movements froze stiff.
And at that moment.
Tang Zheng was already standing in the middle of the six, an iron sword simultaneously appearing in his palm.
In a real fight, he had no confidence in a one-on-six.
This group couldn't be called weak. If they were to scatter, it would be a real hassle. Besides, to bring them under his control, he had to crush them with absolute strength!
Therefore.
He would use his skill advantage, giving them no chance to act, and end the battle in the shortest time possible.
"Four Light Consecutive Slashes!"
A brilliant, cold glint flashed through the air.
Fountains of blood erupted from "Fighting Ogre" Zero, "Illusion Demon" Succulent, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
After attacking the four of them.
Tang Zheng twisted his ankle and shot out a kick, slamming it heavily into "Spatial Slash" Peshrian.
Of the six present, he was the only one wearing full body armor. If the previous attack had landed on him, Tang Zheng strongly suspected that his iron sword, which was already gradually disintegrating under the influence of the Curse, would have likely shattered on impact with the armor.
Boom!
The double damage, amplified by Curse Power, exploded on "Spatial Slash" Peshrian's chest. The seemingly sturdy armor caved in significantly.
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian let out a pained cry as his body was sent flying back into the mansion.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Three more agonized screams followed.
"Illusion Demon" Succulent, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom collapsed to the ground.
Large amounts of blood gushed from their wounds, instantly robbing them of their ability to fight.
A human's constitution couldn't compare to that of an ogre.
Bang!
The ground shook.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero snapped out of his daze. The intense pain and the aura of death activated his long-honed reflexes.
He stomped hard on the ground, rapidly pulling away.
Even before he could understand what had just happened, his body had already reacted.
"How is this possible!!"
"Who the hell are you!"
Only after creating a distance of about ten meters did "Fighting Ogre" Zero stumble to a halt, staring at Tang Zheng with a look of disbelief and terror.
Six Arms... had been crushed in an instant!
"Monster, monster."
"Illusion Demon" Succulent lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, a pool of his own blood spreading beneath him.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
The sensation of his blood steadily flowing out, of his life slipping away bit by bit, made his entire body tremble.
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom and "Thousand Kills" Malmvist also lay on the ground, on the verge of despair.
"Humans really are fragile."
Tang Zheng glanced at them, tossed the shattered iron sword to the ground, and looked up at the sky.
(end of chapter)
