Chapter 272: You're an ant

*j@ The restaurant was silent, only the gurgling of water and the clicking of teeth remained, as the teeth were clenched tight.

Lin An looked with some regret at Li Lei, who had finally managed to hold back, then he pulled his hand out of Fan Bing's shirt.

He was never a good person.

Although this approach was somewhat despicable, even shameless.

But when dealing with enemies, he never showed the slightest hesitation.

If continuing could completely drive Li Lei mad, he wouldn't mind letting Li Lei experience what despair and pain are.

What mercy and morality when dealing with enemies? That's not having shit in your brain?

Forget it.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Lin An casually picked up the Manchineel Flower on the table and slowly said:

"Not bad, you guys meant well."

"To be honest, setting aside the Manchineel Flower's toxicity, this thing is indeed like a windfall from heaven."

He sincerely thanked Li Lei.

Sending treasures, sending face, even sending life...

Having said that, Lin An pretended to eagerly eat it in front of Lei, while Zhang Tie hastily held the leaf in his mouth, feigning to eat it.

The Manchineel Flower entered the mouth ice-cold, almost instantly turning into sweet juice.

At the same moment, a thick deathly aura surged forth.

In an instant, Li Lei, his eyes bloodshot, felt ecstatic and roared wildly:

"Master!!"

"He ate it! He ate it!"

"Attack! I'm going to kill him!"

The spirit entity in the necklace was somewhat incredulous; the spiritual force forming a human face trembled violently.

He just ate it?

That was too fast, right?

Within 0.1 seconds, there was no time to think.

The old man hastily transmitted mentally:

"Wait a few more seconds! Make sure this kid is weak! The moment he weakens, I will possess Wang Kun and strike!"

"If you can handle it, then handle it yourself!"

Li Lei opened his mouth, desperately suppressing his killing intent.

A few seconds? I can wait!

He felt his tears were about to spill.

Is it my talent taking effect? Or has heaven also grown tired of this trash insulting me?

Is it the system prompting him to eat the Manchineel Flower now?

Yes, that must be it!

I am the Child of Heaven; how can I be lightly insulted?

Such an ant daring to oppose my humiliation is practically asking for death!

He fixed his eyes on Lin An, whose face had stiffened, his gaze full of killing intent.

One second.

Two seconds.

Lin An before him suddenly shuddered, dark red blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"You all..."

"... actually... poisoned!"

His voice hoarse, the flame of life instantly dimmed.

Beside him, Zhang Tie collapsed with a 'plop', trembling all over, looking as if he would die any second.

Fan Bing had just reacted, her face pale as she looked at Lin An.

Why!!

Didn't I tell Lin An that the Manchineel Flower is poisonous? Why did he still eat it!!

Like losing his soul, he was at a loss.

No time to think.

Only saw Li Lei and Wang Kun suddenly rise, their spiritual energy erupting fully:

"Bing Sis! I've let you down!"

"Such trash doesn't deserve to touch you! I'll chop off his hand to make amends!"

Li Lei shoved Fan Bing aside, fearing the battle's aftermath would harm his beloved.

He quickly drew his spirit-energy gun from his waist, his face crazy as he kept cursing:

"Fuck your mother! Still want me to kowtow? Go die, trash!"

"Concentrated Energy Shot!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Almost simultaneously, a rain of dense bullets shot toward Lin An, thick spiritual energy clinging to the bullets and bursting into dazzling white light.

There was no way to dodge.

Lin An's face turned pale; the blood shroud in his hand suddenly appeared, and he could only barely slash apart the bullets.

Beside him, Wang Kun roared and lunged forward with a swung fist:

Hundred-Split Fist!

The fist wind whistled, and the candle-lit restaurant's brilliance flickered.

Lin An panted, half-bent at the waist as he rose, barely dodging the rapid thrusting punch.

Combat instinct!

The dark-gold spiritual energy had faded considerably, yet the power summoned from nothing still backed his sword strike at the relentlessly shooting Li Lei.

Sensing Lin An's extremely weak body, Li Lei laughed arrogantly.

Idiot! Do you really think you're worthy of bowing to me?

Damn it, with your kind of brains, you'd even eat a lump of shit!

Lin An remained silent, his face full of anger as he swung his sword.

Step-forward slash!

At full burst, his speed was far slower than his peak, yet still beyond what Li Lei could withstand.

The sudden change stunned everyone in the restaurant, and the sudden burst of battle aftermath shattered the food on the table.

Clang!

The sword entered the ground, cleaving a half-meter-long crack.

Li Lei's face turned pale as he hastily dodged a sword strike, secretly shocked.

What kind of constitution does this trash have? Even after eating the Manchineel Flower, he still has this strength!!?

I had thought that after Lin An took it he would be extremely weak, so the master refrained from acting to conserve strength.

But.

At least this trash didn't turn into a puddle of pus.

If he were any stronger, wouldn't that be...

Trash! If I weren't trying to preserve...

Before he could think, Lin An suddenly turned, a stepping reverse downward kick aimed straight at Li Lei's head.

Trash?!

Kneel!

Although his breath was weak, the piercing, air-splitting sound of that kick remained terrifying.

Bang!

Li Lei had no time to dodge, so he hastily raised his arms to block his head.

Crack

Ahhhh!!

Both arms shattered, he cried out in pain.

Under the tremendous force, he was directly stepped on by Lin An's foot and forced to kneel on the ground.

Unbelievable.

Li Lei, his liver and gall nearly bursting, watched the dark-red sword flash slash out again, then he suddenly raised his head and shouted:

Master, save me!

Can't hold back any longer.

If I hold back any further, I'll be cut down by a single sword!

At the instant the sword shadow reached him, an old voice suddenly rang from Li Lei's neck pendant:

Mere insects, daring to brandish a sword before me!

Wang Kun! Open your mind!

His voice thundered like a clap of thunder.

Time seemed to freeze, and only a dark-blue specter shot from the pendant, racing straight toward Wang Kun.

As the blue shadow flew forth, a haughty mental transmission echoed:

Heh, if I weren't trying to conserve a bit of strength, trash like you could be crushed with a single finger...

Oh?

A cold voice sounded.

In a breath, time stretched long as if endless.

Lin An's formerly pallid complexion suddenly returned, as if he had stepped out of frozen time, showing no trace of his earlier dying state:

I've caught you.

Little bug...

A soft chuckle, yet it caused the blue specter's form to pause.

Bone-chilling cold, as if it had realized something.

The old man, just about to enter the body, disregarded all cost in trying to flee back into the pendant.

You want to run?

Lin An extended his right hand; the black dragon on his wrist slowly opened its eyes, revealing dark-gold vertical pupils.

No!!!

In an instant the old man felt the black dragon's aura, that terrifying pressure—an absolute suppression from a superior being—almost shattered his spiritual form.

Lin An curled the corner of his mouth, watching with interest the blue specter held in midair by the dragon's might:

Insects?

Who's the insect?

Before his chest, the Death God crystal suddenly flared with dark-red light, and a phantom of the Death God wielding a scythe appeared behind him.

"Withering."

The sickle cut down.

In the silent restaurant, the death god's grim laugh echoed.

Lin An turned his head to look at the trembling Li Lei, and gave a bright smile:

"Was that person just now your master?"

"But he seems to have died..."