Chapter 84: Actually, One Finger Isn't Needed

Like Sprite mixed into red wine and shaken, as the phantom of the giant spirit god shattered and vanished, the headless body swayed and fell to the ground.

Blood spurted forth; under the Awakened Ones' powerful blood supply capacity, even the pumped blood gushed like a fountain.

Blood rain fell.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Originally ecstatic, thinking victory was in hand, the crowd was as if a pause button had been pressed.

Expressions froze, spiritual energy flickered in their hands, and the readied skills seemed to be choked off.

No one dared to act anymore.

Everyone watched in disbelief at what lay before them, watching Lin An lower his arm again.

One finger.

How terrifying that one finger was.

He merely tapped his finger casually, like crushing an ant, instantly killing the academy's strongest.

Is this a person... or a monster!?

As a dual First Level Awakened One with an integrated offense-defense talent, Li Hua's strength had long been etched in their minds.

They never imagined that Li Hua, who could single-handedly battle the devourers and crush all Awakened Ones alone, would die in such a ridiculous way.

The blown-apart head left not a single intact fragment; only a cluster of blood mist on the ceiling bore witness to what had happened.

Having no power to resist, they didn't even know what Lin An had actually done.

Unlike the ignorant crowd, as a mental-system Awakened One, Deng Lian felt shock in his heart like roaring waves.

His mental power far surpassed that of everyone present; in his perception, when Lin An pointed that finger, an unstoppable surge of mental power poured forth, turning into invisible spikes that instantly shattered Li Hua's sea of consciousness, destroying his will!

The ensuing spiritual energy blast easily blew up his brain, shattering it to pieces!

Extreme violence, pure attribute domination!

A grim smile, despair.

He looked at the crowd still unaware of what had happened, his face ashen like death.

If his mental power were 10, an ordinary Awakened One would be 5.

Then Lin An..

Is 50!

"Brother Lin!"

"Lin Dui!"

Wen Ya and An Jing Tian quickly gathered behind Lin An, Jing Tian dragging Zhang Tie's shattered body, his eyes bloodshot.

"Sorry... Brother Zhang..."

His voice choked, An Jing Tian lowered his head in shame. Although the sudden attack had nothing to do with him, in his heart, as the leader of this plan, he bore an inescapable responsibility.

However, Lin An merely glanced helplessly at the utterly miserable black bear.

He certainly wasn't dead, and he was certainly seriously injured.

Unlike what Zhang Tie and the three had previously thought, he truly let them handle this matter on their own.

Having survived three years in the apocalypse, Lin An had seen too many schemes, sudden developments, betrayals, and accidents.

With just three people, hoping to subdue the academy without killing anyone was no less than a foolish daydream.

So, from the very beginning, Lin An had been covertly observing and protecting; whenever any lethal danger arose, he would act immediately.

Like in movies, where teammates die before he strikes back, only appearing in critical moments—that is absolutely not his style!

Zhang Tie remained unconscious, and Lin An couldn't be bothered to attend to him.

Anyway, this guy learned flesh regeneration; later I'll let Wen Ya share some spiritual power, and tomorrow he'll be up and about again.

I don't even know how many times this has happened.

Zhang Tie is practically indestructible like a cockroach; every time he encounters an enemy, he inevitably gets beaten half to death.

Suppressing his inner helplessness, Lin An looked at the people still standing in place.

He gave a gentle smile.

"Anyone who made a move, step forward."

Trembling, about half the crowd attacked Zhang Tie; those who didn't act were merely hindered by not being ranged or not having had time to rush forward.

"3 seconds."

"My patience is limited."

Death countdown.

Lin An still wore a smile, yet his words landing in everyone's ears were like a demon's whisper.

"3."

The crowd hesitated, but eventually seven people stepped forward, hearts pounding with fear.

They were all elemental-system Awakened Ones, and their skills naturally went off first.

"2."

As the countdown neared its end, everyone felt uneasy, thinking Lin An probably wouldn't really kill so many people.

The two ranged Awakened Ones who acted last exchanged glances, unwilling to step forward out of hope for luck.

Who knows what fate awaits those who step out; perhaps Lin An simply didn't notice.

After all, as physical-system Awakened Ones, the damage they inflict isn't as noticeable as that of elemental types.

"1."

The countdown ended, with no imagined finger appearing.

Lin An merely nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the three who had not stepped forward.

The Divine Stab skill attached to the upgraded Judgment Eye actually requires no casting motion at all.

He pointed with his finger, purely on a whim.

As long as he wishes, even if the target has its back to him, he can still unleash the Divine Stab under mental lock.

Before the three could even secretly celebrate.

「Bang! Bang! Bang! 」

Like firecrackers exploding, the three Awakened Ones mixed in the crowd died instantly, without any sign, without any warning.

Shards from the exploding skull splattered onto faces, and no one dared wipe them away.

Compared to the Void Finger, this attack method was even more eerie; this eerie scene completely destroyed everyone's psychological defenses.

「Plop. 」

Swaths of Awakened Ones knelt on the ground; the few who first stepped forward were half relieved, half terrified.

「I join! I join! 」

「I was Mistaken! I'm a dog, I'm a beast! Just treat me like a fart and let me go! 」

「Big brother, I beg you to spare us! 」

「We really dare not anymore! It was the principal—no! It was the vice principal who made us do it! 」

「Don't kill me... please don't kill me! I'll do anything, anything you want! 」

Like a bug kowtowing.

No one wants to die, especially when they don't even know how they died before their skull was blown apart.

No one can accept this way of dying.

Inside the Meeting Room, cries and shouts echoed; the girl responsible for lighting trembled as she looked at the demon Lin An before her.

The once arrogant, invincible Awakened Ones had no dignity before Lin An, kneeling and begging for mercy.

The dance department girl who shuttle-served like a servant in the Meeting Room felt an inexplicable hint of pleasure rise in her heart.

As it turns out...

Awakened Ones are no different from ordinary people.

They also fear death...

Lin An let out a light sigh; if he had known today would come, why bother in the first place?

Without paying heed to the crowd already scared witless, Lin An turned his gaze toward Deng Lian, who was feigning calm.

「Do you think... 」

「I didn't even notice you making a move? 」