Chapter 707

But Ning Chen did not want to indulge those people; having said he would leave, it was impossible for him to stay. Thus, after punishing those people, Ning Chen turned around and left the place.

Those people had witnessed the strength Ning Chen had just displayed and all knew this person was extremely difficult to provoke. Seeing that Ning Chen was about to leave, someone immediately grew anxious.

The man in sunglasses rushed forward a few steps: "What are you leaving for? Aren't you very capable?"

Ning Chen did not even turn his head, treating the man in sunglasses as if he were air.

For someone like the man in sunglasses, what angered him most was not Ning Chen's sharp retort, but being treated as air; this gave him a sense of failure.

The man in sunglasses rushed forward again, this time standing directly opposite Ning Chen.

Ning Chen felt somewhat helpless; a trace of anger finally appeared in his eyes. He stepped back, crossed his arms, and looked coldly at the man in sunglasses: "What exactly do you want?"

"Didn't you say you were going with us?" the man in sunglasses said. "Does this count as deserting at the critical moment?"

The moment the man in sunglasses finished speaking the four words "deserting at the critical moment," a sneer appeared on Ning Chen's face: "Wasn't it you who just told me to get lost? Or has my memory failed me?"

After saying this, a look of embarrassment flashed across the man in sunglasses's face; of course he remembered what he had said, but he simply did not want to admit it.

Ning Chen no longer stayed, walked out to another area, and watched the people ahead with an expression as if he were enjoying a show.

Under Ning Chen's gaze, a group led by the man in sunglasses could neither go nor stay, standing frozen in place.

Ning Chen maintained an air of calm composure, mentioning neither going to help them nor retreating, appearing as if he were there merely to watch others make fools of themselves.

No one would be happy being stared at with such a provocative gaze, yet Ning Chen insisted on looking at them with such eyes, and made no move whatsoever.

The two sides remained deadlocked like this; Ning Chen did not actively step forward, and the others dared not advance, as if the person who had just proposed a one-on-one duel were not them.

Ning Chen glanced down at his wristwatch; perhaps feeling that the time had now arrived and further delay was impossible, he finally sighed slowly, lifted his chin, and said: "Then you get lost first; don't come here and drag us down."

Ning Chen's words left no room for politeness, but those people dared not say anything more, after all, the move Ning Chen had just shown them had already intimidated everyone there.

The man in sunglasses, his face dejected, retreated outward unwillingly.

One minute later, only Ning Chen remained in this place. Ning Chen stood in place, stretched his wrists and neck, and then notified the system within his consciousness: "Turn off the live broadcast."

Upon hearing this, the system cut the live broadcast; this broadcast ended so inexplicably that the viewers in the live room were still somewhat unable to react.

Just before the live broadcast was cut, Ning Chen glanced at the bullet comments; most were unaware of the current situation, while a small portion thought Ning Chen was putting on an act.

However, Ning Chen did not care much; after the live broadcast was cut, Ning Chen no longer focused his attention on the live room, but quietly advanced toward the tent.

Ning Chen did not believe the people inside the tent were completely unaware; he even felt the people inside were waiting like a hunter for a rabbit, waiting for the people outside to attack first, only then to wipe them all out.

But they should not know that the people outside had already retreated, leaving only Ning Chen to cover the rear.

Ning Chen tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

617 used the skill: Time Stop.

But using only one gun was impossible to contend with so many people inside; Ning Chen quietly approached the back of the tent, planning to use the skill right there.

His original intention was not to let these people die; after all, at this time he still had to control his force. If he accidentally killed someone, the subsequent series of events would become even more troublesome.

And Ning Chen was a person who disliked trouble; therefore, he chose to control the range and force of the skill before striking, ensuring he would only make the people inside lose consciousness, but not kill them.

When using the skill, Ning Chen could clearly feel that his use of the skill had become somewhat rusty; perhaps because he had not used this kind of skill for a long time, so when the moment of using the skill arrived, he always felt something was wrong somewhere.

But Ning Chen still controlled the force, ensuring he would not accidentally kill a few people.

This time he used the "Density Control" skill, but the moment Ning Chen used this skill, he realized something was wrong.

He had clearly deliberately controlled the degree of the skill, but perhaps because the lethality of this skill was too great, even though he controlled it, it was still useless; the instant the skill left his hand, Ning Chen retracted it.

Therefore, the people inside the tent only felt a moment of suffocation, as if they had been in a sealed space for too long and could not catch their breath; however, this could be considered a normal reaction, so no one felt anything abnormal.

Ning Chen sighed, looked down at his palm, and at the same time communicated with the system in his mind: "Why do I feel this skill is not obeying my control? It has only been half a month since I last used it; before, this situation never occurred."

The system, upon hearing Ning Chen's question, only replied: "It is indeed because you have not used it for a long time, so the skill feels unhandy when used. Moreover, for this kind of skill, proficiency is most important; to control the degree of the skill, you must practice more."

Hearing the system's tone, Ning Chen felt a headache for a moment; he was not lacking in practice, it was just that this skill's lethality was too great, and in daily life Ning Chen himself would not idle away his time using the Density Control skill.

However, before this, Ning Chen had not controlled this skill; the skill's original damage had already satisfied Ning Chen, and in the process of dealing with opponents, Ning Chen had not deliberately adjusted the skill's degree.

It seems this skill cannot be used anymore.

Ning Chen sighed and could only think of another way.

As for other skills, making people lose consciousness without anyone knowing seemed very difficult; it was not that Ning Chen's proficiency was insufficient, but simply because the skills available for him to choose from were too few, with too many restrictions; he had no choice.

He could only pick one from the remaining three skills.

So finally Ning Chen chose "Time Stop."

Although this skill seemed unusable, in this one minute of Time Stop, Ning Chen could do many things; he could even take a dagger and slice each of their necks.

But Ning Chen did not choose to do this; he stuffed the gun back into his pocket and took out a small knife from the other pants pocket.

The small knife spun several dexterous and beautiful circles in his hand; Ning Chen twirled the small knife, went around from the back of the tent, and walked to the very front of the tent.

Ning Chen's gaze suddenly turned cold.

One minute of time.

In this short one minute, he must give everyone inside a cut; that equals cutting two per second.

Ning Chen frowned; this was almost impossible to accomplish.

Moreover, he only had one knife in his hand...

Thinking of this, Ning Chen raised an eyebrow and negotiated with the system: "Lend me a knife."

The system, without thinking: "No."

"Oh," Ning Chen said crisply, "Today either they die or my teammates die; don't you want me to complete the mission? You are unwilling to make even this small sacrifice?"

One sentence blocked all of the system's retreat routes.

According to the rules, the system should not give the host any support, because this violates regulations; but regulations are dead while people are alive, so making an occasional exception is fine.

It all depends on whether the system is willing to bear this risk for Ning Chen.

The system side seemed to be thinking, with no reply for a long time; Ning Chen was not in a hurry, twirling the small knife in his hand, the knife tip flipping up and down between his fingers, yet not harming the skin or flesh at all.

His knife-handling technique had already reached a state of divine mastery; even if two knives were used together, attacking from two fronts, they might not fail to exert greater effect.

The system side finally figured it out; perhaps because the relationship with Ning Chen was deep enough, the system finally said: "This time I will lend it to you... but do not let it happen again."

"Never again" is a phrase Ning Chen has heard countless times; he nodded along and agreed casually as he listened, knowing that when the next emergency arose, he would still have to borrow from the System, and every time the System would simply grant it.

The next second, a dagger appeared in Ning Chen's left hand. The dagger looked extremely beautiful at first glance, with mysterious patterns and curves on the hilt that seemed ancient, yet the blade was incredibly sharp, like a supreme poison-quenched weapon.

Ning Chen was very satisfied; he tested the dagger's feel with his left hand, then began counting down in his mind.

Five seconds.

One slash in five seconds: Ning Chen would flip open the tent, enter under the Time Stop skill, and swiftly leave a slash on those people's wrists.

Commonly known as severing the hand tendons.

Severing hand tendons already demanded speed, precision, and ruthlessness; moreover, within one minute, Ning Chen had to deal with over a hundred people... If not for Ning Chen's sufficient confidence in himself, no one would dare enter like this.

If there was even the slightest deviation in position, not only would the enemy's hand tendons remain unbroken, but time would be wasted for nothing; if the tendons were not successfully severed, then the dagger would merely leave a cut on the arm, serving no purpose at all.

Thus, this tested his knife skills, and it also tested Ning Chen's speed immensely.

One second remaining.

The final second arrived; Ning Chen silently recited the four words "Use Skill" in his heart, then activated the skill, and a line of text appeared above Ning Chen's eyes.

"Skill Countdown: Fifty-nine seconds... Fifty-eight seconds..."

At the very same moment, Ning Chen rushed into the tent, but as soon as he flipped it open, he nearly collided head-on with the person standing at the tent entrance.

Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his speed was fast; hand rose, blade fell, piercing through that person's clothes and heading straight for the target.

"Rip—"

The sharp blade tip pierced through the clothes, then through the skin; with just a light slash, it had already penetrated to the muscle layer, easily severing the hand tendons on the person's hand.

The other hand was proceeding in sync, truly achieving the level of attacking on two fronts simultaneously.

Ning Chen's speed was extremely fast; he didn't even need a full second to deal with one person.

618 Targets Completed.

Ning Chen's attacks emphasized surprise, but under the current Time Stop condition, even if he did anything, no one could stop him; yet this was a race against time, meaning Ning Chen could not stop.

So he increased his speed; hand rose, blade fell, his movements both fast and ruthless, and within a few seconds he had already severed the hand tendons of several people.

Time ticked away second by second; the time remaining before Ning Chen's eyes grew ever shorter, and the countdown made Ning Chen's heart involuntarily tighten.

Yet his hand grew even steadier, without even the slightest tremor; the faster his heart beat, the faster his speed became, until finally, he was even running.

But accuracy was not affected in the slightest; yet even at such a speed, he still could not complete the set target.

Twenty seconds remaining on the countdown.

Ning Chen glanced roughly and saw that half the people remained unhandled; at this moment, he felt time passing abnormally fast, not knowing why, as if this one minute was like running water that could not be grasped, suddenly slipping away from his fingertips.

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he still could not complete the target.

Ning Chen sighed, but the speed of his hands did not slow down at all; the remaining people were hiding behind the tents and should not be difficult to deal with.

So Ning Chen simply flung the small knife aside, drew his pistol, and prepared directly for battle.

Five seconds remaining on the timer.