Chapter 50: People always like to court death

Su Ming tilted his head slightly, dodging the arrow with extreme ease.

That arrow pierced into the tree trunk in front, remaining firmly stuck.

Killing intent flickered in Su Ming's eyes.

Sneak attacking me, Su Ming?

He would not tolerate such a thing...

Judging by the craftsmanship of this arrow, it should be from a Ranger using their passive skill 【Arrow Crafting】 combined with materials.

Goblins could never create weapons of this precision.

He could basically confirm that it was a human sneak attacking him.

Just from the appearance of a single arrow, Su Ming could judge what the enemy was.

This is what an experienced combatant is.

Su Ming turned around abruptly and looked closely.

He saw several people walking out from the bushes.

They were each holding different weapons.

This was a team of class-changers.

A Tank Warrior and a Ranger.

And two Mages.

A squad consisting of four people in total!

Su Ming used his Eye of Insight to see through the information of these people directly.

What surprised Su Ming the most was...

In this team, there was a familiar face.

Yang Ding!

Su Ming's expression was solemn.

He saw that those few people had gloomy expressions on their faces.

"What a narrow road for enemies."

A fierce look hung on Yang Ding's face.

"Su Ming, I didn't expect to actually catch you..."

He had been fantasizing about how he would take revenge if he could meet Su Ming in the novice dungeon!

He didn't expect that he would actually encounter him!

Yesterday at noon, he had been soundly beaten by Su Ming in a bet at the weapon shop.

That didn't just make him lose face; it also caused him a massive financial loss.

It resulted in him failing to buy a weapon, making his start naturally slower than others by a significant margin!

"I suppose you, like us, saw that pile of wolf corpses and were scared into taking the small path, leading you here," Yang Ding said coldly.

"Unfortunately, although you successfully avoided that elite swordsman squad, you couldn't avoid us."

"What good luck... It seems even the heavens want me to mess with you."

Yang Ding looked at Su Ming, his eyes filled with undisguised, fierce killing intent.

"Killing you in the dungeon doesn't violate the law, and it's also very hard to trace!"

He sneered and said.

His team members also raised their weapons, entering a combat state.

A four-person encirclement!

If it were an ordinary novice, they would have already knelt and begged for mercy.

In dungeons, incidents of humans killing each other are common.

If you die here, you truly die in reality.

"Just with you few, you want to kill me?"

Su Ming looked around, his tone extremely calm.

His gaze remained as calm as water throughout.

He was not intimidated at all.

This kind of courage is truly rare.

"Boss, he doesn't seem easy to mess with."

One of the female mages, looking somewhat fearful, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Don't be afraid, Flower Sister, he's just bluffing!" The Ranger beside her sneered.

"Su Ming, stop playing god!"

"To tell you the truth, our Brother Ding has already reached Level 7 and just cleared a large wave of wild monsters."

"We have also all reached Level 5, with two skills on average."

"You're alone, and a Sword Cultivator, the weakest class in the early stages—how are you going to fight?"

The other mage, who was tall and held a broken wooden stick, said.

His equipment was the worst among these people.

Clearly, his luck was bad; he hadn't had any equipment drop and was still using a novice branch.

But mages don't have very high requirements for weapons.

As long as they can cast spells, the power is very formidable.

Hearing these people's words, Su Ming actually just smiled slightly.

He remained as light and breezy as ever.

"You, a sandbag warrior with a 7-star innate talent, leading a bunch of small-time thugs, want to kill me!?" ===== CHAPTER 52 =====