Chapter 129

The roar of the fireball explosion reached the courtyard.

Tang Zheng stood quietly on the well-manicured lawn, his gaze visible from under his hood as he looked at the European-style castle ahead.

The gate had turned into ruins, with billowing smoke rising from within.

"Annihilated in one go? Truly impressive."

Tang Zheng noticed that the dozen or so undead he was controlling had been wiped out by a single fireball attack, their connection severed, and he let out a sigh of admiration.

From the guards he had killed, he had already learned that the "Six Arms" had gathered in full today, which was rare; although he hadn't asked for the reason, Tang Zheng had no interest in knowing.

He glanced at the experience points on his attribute panel.

【Experience Slot: 20973/10000】

The dozen or so Eight Fingers members had added over 800 experience points for him.

In Tang Zheng's eyes, the security of the Eight Fingers' Security Department base was not only lax, but the personnel were also very few; in reality, the average level of these guards was between "Level 6 and Level 8."

Placed among normal human levels, they already belonged to the tier of skilled hands.

Boom!

A damaged wooden door, scorched black by flames and carved with a majestic lion, was thrown out, slamming heavily onto the lawn with a loud bang.

The next moment.

Several figures walked out from the thick smoke one after another.

"Heh-hehe, to think there really is only one person."

"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien, dressed in light, sheer attire, twisted her slender waist and spoke with a coquettish laugh:

"May I ask, sir, are you sure you're here to look for trouble with us?"

As she walked, the gold rings on her wrists and ankles clinked, emitting a crisp sound.

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist, his upper body casually draped in a bullfighter's jacket with gold-thread embroidery, walked out second.

"This outfit of mine is very expensive; if it gets smoked, I won't be able to wear it again."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist held a slender rapier in his right hand, the tip of the sword swaying slightly as it pointed to the ground, and he spoke with annoyance.

Immediately after.

"Space Slash" Peshilian, "Illusion Demon" Sahulont, and "Undead King" Divanock also followed closely behind and walked out.

"Tsk tsk, the boss is very angry." "Illusion Demon" Sahulont's thin cheeks revealed a sinister look as he sized up Tang Zheng from afar, then turned his head to look at "Undead King" Divanock:

"What's the situation with this guy?"

"He is not like me."

"Undead King" Divanock's red pupils, flickering like ghost fire, revealed a hint of disappointment.

As a naturally born undead archmage, he relied on his abyssal desire for magic to suppress his innate hatred for the living.

He accepted "Fighting Demon" Zero's invitation to join the "Eight Fingers" for the sake of relying on human wealth to learn the magic mastered by humans.

This was the first time he had encountered someone who surpassed him in necromancy magic, which made "Undead King" Divanock think he had encountered a peer.

But unfortunately!

There was not a hint of death aura on Tang Zheng's body.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere among the few people present froze, and everyone's eyes revealed solemnity.

"To dare to break into our base alone, he is indeed a dangerous guy." "Space Slash" Peshilian's low, hoarse voice came from under his helmet.

Everyone knew "Undead King" Divanock's strength all too well, let alone that the other party, as an undead, was unable to gain the upper hand in controlling the dead.

What this represented went without saying!

The mysterious guy wrapped in a black robe opposite them very likely possessed strength approaching the Heroic Realm, or perhaps had already entered that realm.

Step!

Step!

Heavy footsteps approached, and the members of the Six Arms moved aside in unison.

"Fighting Demon" Zero, covered in beast tattoos and with well-developed muscles, exuded a dangerous aura, his fists cracking as he walked out.

"The base being attacked makes me lose face."

"I am a broad-minded person, but I am very angry right now, so I will only give you two choices."

"Fighting Demon" Zero looked at Tang Zheng with a fierce gaze: "Either become my subordinate, or die!"

The atmosphere became oppressive at this moment.

Six gazes, containing arrogance, seriousness, disdain, curiosity, and more, stared over.

Facing a lineup of six Adamantite-level individuals, even Tang Zheng indeed felt a sense of pressure.

"The strongest Six Arms of the 'Eight Fingers' are all here; my luck is really not just average."

Tang Zheng's sigh rang out, and the eyes hidden under the hood already held a few more points of seriousness.

No matter how much he looked down on them.

The six people in front of him were all above level 20; although level was one thing, intensity was another.

For example, the weakest Illusion Demon, although his level was high, his own class structure was "Light Warrior" plus "Illusionist."

One basic warrior class, one basic magic class—a class structure with absolutely no mutual bonuses, resulting in real strength that was only at the level of a dozen or so.

It was no wonder he was killed by the novice Climb later.

In fact, this kind of class construction was actually a relatively common one among the natives.

On the contrary, the strongest "Fighting Demon" Zero was somewhat exaggerated and abnormal; even "Nail Clipper" Brian had taken two bottles of medicine.

"So, what is your choice?" "Fighting Demon" Zero.

"You must have misunderstood."

"I mean, this will save a lot of time." Tang Zheng spoke: "Harboring undead, you are truly deeply sinful."

The Six Arms group was all stunned, their expressions turning cold. "I have seen many self-righteous people, but I have seen even more people kneeling before me, crying and wailing, begging for mercy."

"Fighting Demon" Zero grinned, a ferocious look appearing on his face: "I will take your head as a decoration for the room to tell all the idiots who challenge the Six Arms what the outcome will be!"

Tang Zheng's body swayed slightly: "Too much nonsense."

"Shrink!"

In an instant.

Tang Zheng's figure vanished from his original spot, and with a speed that defied common sense, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed from dozens of meters away to the front of the crowd.

"So fast!"

Everyone's expression was one of shock.

This was simply not the speed a magic caster should have.

"Fighting Demon" Zero narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his fists.

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist and "Space Slash" Peshilian also reacted immediately; as for the other three, they were still standing in place, somewhat dazed.

"Dark Wave!"

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Tang Zheng looked at the few people in front of him and spat out three words.

Hum—

Dark, ghostly curse energy immediately spread outward with Tang Zheng as the center; after upgrading "Cursed Knight" to Level 3, the range affected by Dark Wave had already expanded to a distance of 5 meters.

The power of the curse penetrated the bodies of the few, and everyone's movements stopped stiffly.

And at this moment.

Tang Zheng was already standing in the middle of the six, an iron sword appearing in his palm simultaneously.

If they really fought.

One against six, he had no confidence.

These people were not weaklings; once they spread out, that would be the trouble, and to control this group, he had to use absolute strength to crush them!

Therefore.

Utilizing the advantage of skills, he didn't give the few people in front of him any chance to attack, directly resolving the battle in the shortest possible time.

"Four Light Consecutive Slashes!"

Brilliant cold light suddenly flashed in the air.

"Fighting Demon" Zero, "Illusion Demon" Sahulont, "Thousand Kills" Mamwist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien were the first to have blood flowers bloom from their bodies.

After attacking the four.

Tang Zheng twisted his ankle, kicked out, and stomped heavily toward "Space Slash" Peshilian.

Among the six present, only the other party was wearing full-body armor; if the previous attack had landed on the other party's body.

Tang Zheng highly suspected that the iron sword, which was already gradually collapsing due to the influence of the curse, would likely collapse the moment it collided with the other party's full-body armor.

Boom!

The double damage augmented by the power of the curse erupted on "Space Slash" Peshilian's chest, and the seemingly hard armor directly caved in a large chunk.

"Space Slash" Peshilian let out a scream, his figure blown away, smashing into the mansion.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Following closely, three screams also rang out simultaneously.

"Illusion Demon" Sahulont, "Thousand Kills" Mamwist, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien collapsed on the ground.

Large amounts of blood continued to spurt out from their wounds, causing the three to directly lose the ability to fight.

Human physique could not compare to an Ogre.

Bang!

The ground shook.

"Fighting Demon" Zero woke up from his dazed state, the intense pain and aura of death activating his long-trained reflexes.

He stomped on the ground violently, quickly pulling away the distance.

Even though he hadn't figured out what had happened, his body had already made the first reaction.

"How is this possible!!"

"Who exactly are you!"

Until he had pulled away a distance of about ten meters, "Fighting Demon" Zero staggered to a halt, looking at Tang Zheng with disbelief and terror.

The "Six Arms" were actually... defeated in an instant!

"Monster, monster."

"Illusion Demon" Sahulont lay on the ground, his face pale, the blood beneath him already flowing into a pool:

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

The feeling of blood continuously flowing out and life slowly fading away made his whole body tremble.

"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien and "Thousand Kills" Mamwist also lay on the ground in near despair.

"Humans are truly fragile."

Tang Zheng glanced at the few, threw the broken iron sword in his hand onto the ground, and looked up toward the sky.

(End of Chapter)