Chapter 74: Killing and Soul-Refining: The Middle Continent Team

【Killing one member of the opposing team, the Middle Continent team’s current score is +3, reward points acquired: 6,000…】

Both members of the Asia Team who unlocked their gene locks have been dealt with; now we just wait for Wu Xian to return.

Somewhere in the forest, Zhan Lan closed her eyes and scanned the battlefields with her psychic energy, while two figures stood beside her.

One stood; one lay.

The standing figure was the Arab man from the Asia Team, Muhammad Yorif, the hook-nosed, bearded man who had exchanged for partial cybernetic enhancements.

At his feet lay a bloody, unrecognizable humanoid form—the last remaining member of the Asia Team, a man named Lam.

During the earlier chaos, both these Asia Team members had each chosen an opponent.

Whether by fate or not, the man named Lam had once again targeted Zero Point.

Unfortunately, unlike the original storyline, he now lacked psychic support, drastically reducing the threat of his telekinetic needles.

Zero Point didn’t even need to draw his sniper rifle; he merely used the black phantom granted by his subhuman mutation bloodline to duel with Lam, while simultaneously refining his skill proficiency.

As for the hook-nosed man, he fared even worse—he had planned to fly into the sky and play kite warfare, rushing to aid whichever teammate was losing.

But he happened to encounter Zhan Lan, who had teleported back; she immediately took control of his mind with her psychic link, then had Friday hijack his weapon systems. With both tactics combined, he was forced to become a turncoat of the Asia Team.

Following Zhan Lan’s orders, he teamed up with Zero Point, his enemy, to pin down and brutally beat their own teammate Lam into three-quarters dead, leaving him barely breathing before tossing him aside.

By the way, the psychic attack Arrot had just suffered was also Zhan Lan’s doing—so in total, she alone had eliminated three heads. Calling her MVP of the entire battlefield was no exaggeration.

Thinking this, Zhan Lan used her psychic link to send a message to Mou Gang and Li Xiaoyi, warning them to hold back, that it was time to close the net; if they couldn’t capture them alive, she could assist.

As expected, both refused, insisting they would complete the mission and assure the team leader’s wife not to worry.

Zhan Lan rolled her eyes, too lazy to respond, but a faint smirk of irritation curled her lips—authentic to the core.

Moments later, she expanded her psychic scan, projecting it over ten kilometers to another battlefield to check the situation there.

But just then, Wu Xian’s voice came through her psychic link.

“Zhan Lan, come pick me up. This team battle…”

“Is over.”

…

Five minutes earlier.

The long-abandoned school building had now been reduced entirely to rubble.

An amber sea of fire devoured everything around it, like the hellfire of karma, thick with ill omens and danger.

Patter.

Footsteps echoed.

Amid the blazing ruins, Wu Xian strode forward calmly, gripping Reinhardt—unconscious, like a dead dog—by the neck.

At that moment, the Master God’s binary alert sounded in his mind: Cheng Xiao had severed Arrot’s head, and Wu Xian naturally received the notification.

“Oh, one’s already dead? … Good. Faster than I expected.”

Speaking thus, his gaze shifted twenty meters away, to Yuriyan, his silver Saint Cloth nearly shattered, his face twisted with panic and terror. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

“Wait! I have something to say!!”

Seeing Wu Xian prepare to kill them both, Yuriyan’s nerves snapped. Ignoring the searing pain coursing through his body, he cried out urgently.

“So, you want to negotiate?”

Wu Xian regarded him with interest—the man from the original story who had nearly controlled Zheng Zha in the late stages—and casually tossed the nearly-dead Reinhardt onto the ground, then sat atop him like a cushion.

Hmm. Too thin. A bit bony.

Seeing this, Yuriyan’s eyelid twitched—he felt he was seeing his own future.

“Speak. State your terms.”

Wu Xian rested his right elbow on his knee, propped his chin on his hand, and grinned as he lied: “Let me be clear: the Asia Team captain offered me a fortune. He betrayed his own teammate and signed a slave contract just to get me to kill you. If you can’t offer more than that, you might as well die.”

That damn Indian!

Yuriyan’s eyes widened—he never imagined he’d be cornered because of such a worthless trash.

And… really?

They’d only killed four newbies. They hadn’t even wiped them out. This was a team battle—casualties were inevitable. Why go this far for revenge? Why kneel and become someone’s dog?

If that’s the case, why didn’t you kneel to them earlier? Does your knee only bend for certain people?

The more he thought, the angrier he grew. He forced back the urge to curse, and managed a strained smile:

“Respected Middle Continent warrior, I have many valuable items exchanged from the Master God. I’m willing to surrender them all to save my life.”

Yuriyan did not mention joining the Middle Continent team or signing a slave contract.

Not only was Wu Xian unlikely to accept him—a known breeder—but even if he did, Yuriyan refused to become someone’s dog.

Especially not Wu Xian’s—a man as heartless, ruthless, and powerful as this. Once inside the team, he’d be ruthlessly exploited, just like Wu Xian treated the newbies of the West Sea team: no chance of redemption.

If that were the case, he’d rather die!

“Oh, only you? What about the one under my ass?”

Wu Xian gave Yuriyan a sly look, waiting until he stammered helplessly, then waved his hand: “Just kidding. Breeders have no team loyalty—they’re all destined to be betrayed. I understand that.”

So… why are you so familiar with this?

To be honest, you’re a breeder too, aren’t you?

As he thought this, Wu Xian suddenly changed tone: “But after thinking it over, killing you still lets me take everything you have, plus the Master God’s team battle rewards. So why should I spare you?”

Makes sense.

Yuriyan inwardly agreed—but suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly added: “Wait! I can hand over the other West Sea team newbies to you. They’re all hidden by a device that blocks psychic energy. Even if you’re strong, you won’t find them on the Japanese island within fifteen days…”

“Simple.”

Wu Xian suddenly extended his left hand. From his palm rose two black flames, and from within them emerged two humanoid figures.

One tall, one small, radiating chilling ghostly energy—it was Koyuki’s dead husband, Saeki Gōyu, and his dead son, Saeki Toshio.

They were the two black auras that had flown from Koyuki’s chest, pushed out to take the blow, thereby escaping the spirit-binding control.

Yuriyan had watched this movie before entering the “Ju-On” world, and instantly recognized the two ghosts—his blood ran cold.

Sure enough, he heard Wu Xian say:

“I have a skill: I can extract souls from the dead and turn them into spirits I can control at will—including reading their memories…”

Here, Wu Xian smiled warmly, his tone cheerful: “So don’t worry. The others from the West Sea team won’t escape. On your journey to the underworld, you won’t be alone. You can rest easy now.”

“….”

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