Chapter 31: This Time He Definitely Can't Make It

"Old Nine!"

A horse-faced class-advancer let out a mournful howl, looking with agony at the man Ye Lin had just slain.

"Everyone, attack! That brat has already been heavily wounded by Old Nine's iron fist; he won't be able to jump around for much longer!"

Soon, someone else took the lead and charged forward. This fellow was a sword-class professional, and his longsword shimmered with a cold, piercing glint in the dark night.

He struck fast and viciously, stabbing diagonally into Ye Lin’s lung and piercing straight through it.

"Don't worry, my sword is very precise! A wound like this won't kill you, but it will strip you of all combat capability. As long as you move, your lungs will feel excruciating pain..."

Before he could finish, Ye Lin’s blade had already arrived. By this time, the Yang-Life Blade Technique had stacked to seventy layers, and its power was even more terrifying.

With a single slash, the sword-wielding class-advancer went from one person to two.

"Old Seven!"

The horse-faced class-advancer let out another mournful howl.

"Attack! That brat has already been stabbed by Old Seven's sword; he can't possibly hold on any longer!"

Swish!

A cold glint arrived first, and then the spear struck like a dragon!

A spear-class professional charged over and pierced Ye Lin straight through the heart with one thrust.

Ye Lin’s response was equally simple: he thrust out a blade stacked with 75 layers of the Yang-Life Blade Technique, likewise piercing the class-advancer through. Blood spilled continuously from the man's mouth, and he quickly lost his life.

"Old Eleven! Hurry up, he’s been stabbed by a sword and pierced by a spear—this time he definitely can't make it!" the horse-faced class-advancer howled again.

"Wind Magic! Continuous Wind Blade Slash!"

Another class-advancer quickly formed seals with his hands. The air around Ye Lin suddenly turned violent, as if a wild beast were roaring. Invisible forces gathered continuously, forming a sharp wind blade that sliced through the night sky and headed straight for Ye Lin.

Ye Lin’s figure appeared exceptionally lonely against the backdrop of the wind blades. Facing this lethal continuous slash, he still did not dodge.

Puchi.

The sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh rang out. The wind blades left countless wounds on Ye Lin’s body that were deep enough to see bone, and one of them even sliced into his abdomen, nearly causing his intestines to spill out.

Suffering such heavy injuries, Ye Lin could no longer hold on and collapsed limply.

"Hmph! I told you he wouldn't make it! Tie him up! Take him to Boss Kensen!" the horse-faced class-advancer shouted excitedly.

The others also let out a long sigh of relief; if Ye Lin hadn't fallen after such severe injuries, they would have gone mad.

Three class-advancers stepped forward to hog-tie Ye Lin, but at that moment, Ye Lin suddenly sprang up and shouted loudly.

"For Piltover! For the Great Black Horse!"

He swung the Star-Fall Heaven-Scar, spinning around violently. The Yang-Life Blade Technique, stacked to eighty-five layers, instantly bisected the three class-advancers who had approached him.

"Old Five! Old Six! Old Ten!"

The horse-faced class-advancer let out another miserable howl. He could not understand why Ye Lin still had the strength to resist after suffering such heavy wounds.

At this moment, Ye Lin was covered in blood, looking like a bloody mess. He even had a sword and a long spear stuck in his body. By all logic, an ordinary person suffering such injuries would already be lying in the ICU drinking rice porridge.

Yet, Ye Lin was still jumping around as if nothing had happened, which was simply incredible.

"This must be his final burst of energy before death! Attack, take him down!" the horse-faced class-advancer yelled.

This time, no one dared to be reckless. Three class-advancers attacked simultaneously from three different directions.

One of them was the wind-class professional from before, and the sharp wind blades struck again. The other two were a man with a blade and a fire-class mage.

The wind fueled the fire; the two class-advancers struck together, and suddenly, flames filled the sky.

But at this moment, Ye Lin’s Yang-Life Blade Technique had stacked to its maximum of ninety-nine layers, and he was no longer prepared to sit and wait for death.

"Forbidden Spell: Dance of the Instant!"

Ye Lin sacrificed a heart, directly exchanging it for ten times the agility. His entire body turned into a streak of light, charging into the sea of flames before him.

By the time the two class-advancers reacted, Ye Lin had already appeared before them with his blade, like the Grim Reaper descending.

Swish! Swish!

Two blade glints flashed, and the wind and fire mages became two warm corpses.

Facing the enhancement of the ninety-nine-layer Yang-Life Blade Technique, they had no power to resist once he closed the distance.

"Old Two! Old Four!" the horse-faced class-advancer howled yet again.

Immediately after, two dark shadows appeared behind Ye Lin—it was the blade-wielding class-advancer and Old Eight, who had been lurking for a long time!

The blade-wielder slashed at Ye Lin’s back, while a sharp dagger appeared in Old Eight’s hand, instantly piercing Ye Lin’s kidney. In an instant, Ye Lin had been heavily wounded yet again.

"Ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↓ ha↑, do you think you can... kill me?"

Ye Lin slashed backhand, directly ending the lives of these two class-advancers who had ambushed him, clean and swift.

"Old Three! Old Eight!"

The horse-faced class-advancer let out a sixth mournful howl. At this moment, he was the only one left alive.

Looking at Ye Lin—who was bleeding from his seven orifices, covered in wounds, with a sword stuck in his left chest, a spear in his right chest, a blade embedded in his back, and a dagger stabbing his kidney—as he walked toward him step by step, the horse-faced class-advancer was scared out of his mind.

"Mon... monster! You're a monster!"

"Why are you still alive after suffering injuries to this extent? Are you human or ghost?"

Ye Lin tilted his head slightly.

"A monster? That title isn't entirely wrong. The only reason I still maintain a human form is simply out of personal preference."

Ye Lin had discovered long ago that, possessing an immortal body, he could still survive even if he were cut into several pieces and reassembled into a non-human life form. But having been human for so long, Ye Lin still felt more accustomed to maintaining a human shape.

With a flick of his wrist, Ye Lin severed the horse-faced class-advancer’s tendons. Listening to the man’s screams, Ye Lin lowered his gaze expressionlessly, rested his blade on the man’s neck, and questioned him.

"Now, tell me, where is Kensen? In this underground black market, what is the level of the highest-ranked class-advancer?"