Chapter 85

“Everyone, get ready—the protagonist is coming soon.”

In the silent street, through a mental link, a tense voice echoed in the minds of countless Lunhuizhe .

Countless Lunhuizhe hid individually around street corners, behind doors, inside buildings, beside buildings, underground, their expressions tightly strained.

Through the mental link, they could share vision and synchronize their sight.

One of the Lunhuizhe had a pure white eyeball embedded in his left eye socket, allowing them all to see everything within a one-kilometer radius simultaneously.

The Lunhuizhe who entered this world totaled five squads; apart from Qu Hua’s squad, the other four squads chose the invading faction.

Compared to the white man with the scarred face’s squad, the remaining three Lunhuizhe squads chose to unite and ambush Fang Can.

Of course, despite their differing choices, since they belonged to the same faction, the scarred face still cast a Mind Sealing Technique on them, ensuring that Spirit Power at the Tuifan Body level could not penetrate their consciousness.

Two kilometers away, a sniper clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, his sniper rifle held steady as a mountain, ensuring not a trace of killing intent leaked at the moment of firing.

At the alley entrance, a white-haired man gripped an invisible spatial blade, calmly ready to deliver the fatal strike.

At least twenty Lunhuizhe were hidden along this street, all hoping to kill the protagonist of this horror film as swiftly as possible, to leave with full pockets after the Carnival ended.

Once Fang Can, the greatest obstacle, was eliminated, the hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the city would be lambs awaiting slaughter—even the army’s protection could not stop their massacre.

“So, Fang Can, please die!”

All Lunhuizhe repeated this phrase in their hearts; under the suppression of the Clear Mind Technique, their Jizhi killing intent was buried deep, each one hiding like stone in the shadows.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Suddenly, a series of explosions grew louder from afar—everyone knew the prey was arriving.

In the distance, a boy’s gaze, sharp as a hawk, scanned the entire city; with each step, he leapt high into the air, covering dozens of meters per stride by stepping on air.

The so-called 50 meters per second was not because his speed could only reach 50 meters—it was limited by ground friction, stride length, planetary gravity, and other factors.

Most of his strength in each step went toward countering the ground’s resistance; the air solidified like water, blocking him on all sides, and if he jumped too high, he had to wait until his body fell before exerting force again.

If his weight were heavier, he could run faster—but under the real-world physics engine, he was like an ordinary person running underwater, unable to exert full power.

Unfortunately, his current strength was insufficient to run by stepping on air; otherwise, with his stride, 100 meters per second would be effortless.

In the distance, a massive shell fired straight toward Fang Can’s face.

With an extreme twist of his body, Fang Can tightened his slender waist and narrowly avoided the fist-sized shell as it struck the ground.

Without a word, in the Mind-Image World, a blinding white light flashed—a forty-meter-long greatsword descended from above, instantly destroying the consciousness of several bandits inside the tank.

Even with tank armor, ordinary humans hiding behind it were as defenseless as ants when facing the all-penetrating Mind-Image technique, easily crushed.

After eliminating the tanks, Fang Can resumed running; with each step, thunderous sonic booms echoed as his figure drew closer.

Hearing the increasingly heavy, prehistoric-beast-like rumbling approach, the hidden Lunhuizhe grew even more tense.

As he neared, the running sound suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on? Hasn’t Fang Can come yet?” someone questioned through the mental link.

Others grew frantic—was this meticulously planned assassination ending like this?

“What a quiet street.”

Fang Can’s figure halted midair, performing a midair flip before landing on the ground, gazing at the empty, silent street before him.

Though the road ahead was utterly silent, Fang Can felt as if thorns pricked his back—as if deadly traps waited ahead.

Just now, his talent surged violently, temporarily increasing from its normal 50x to 200x.

With the “Reversal of Fortune” condition, any ambush was like openly declaring war.

“Why isn’t he coming in? Just take a few more steps!”

In the alley, someone screamed inwardly; others wanted to strike immediately but were stopped.

Under Fang Can’s cold gaze, he casually swung a Mind-Image hand-blade into the street.

If anyone were alive inside, whether resisting or being crushed, they would react.

But this swing vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea—nothing happened; under the Mind Sealing Technique, their spirits were as solid as rock, lifeless.

Fang Can listened closely; under the Silence Technique, he heard no heartbeat or breath—just as if the street were truly empty.

It was no surprise that Lunhuizhe from different systems, when cooperating, could deploy bizarre abilities—even those one level higher might still fall.

“So the danger isn’t ahead? Am I frightening myself?”

Fang Can hesitated, then immediately dismissed it—his intuition told him the enemy was on the other side of the street!

“But so what?” Fang Can paused, then stepped forward without expression.

This level of danger, though extreme, he trusted his two months of rigorous cultivation—he would walk into this White Tiger Hall’s banquet of death.

“He’s coming!”

Feeling the footsteps resume, cold sweat trickled down their backs; they prepared to strike at any moment.

One step… two steps…

As Fang Can slowly entered the street and walked further.

Thud—

The tiles beneath Fang Can’s feet shattered violently; two thick arms burst forth, desperately grabbing his ankles.

“Earth Dun · Heart-Severing Beheading Technique!”

That cry was like the starting whistle of a match—next instant, a storm of techniques engulfed Fang Can.

[Slowdown Technique]

[Gravity Technique]

[Powerless Light]

“Got you!”

Underground, the Lunhuizhe gripped Fang Can’s ankle, eyes gleaming with triumph, ready to drag him down.

But faster than his movement was the iron fist descending from above.

“Boom—!!!”

Hundreds of tons of force crushed down from Fang Can’s fist; the ninja’s body shattered like sugarcane, piece by piece.

The earth cracked open into a deep half-foot, two-meter-wide crater, then a torrent of blood gushed upward from below.

Amid the surging blood, Fang Can’s eyes blazed with bloodthirsty killing intent—he had entered the Evil Tiger Possession state:

“I’ve got you, little rats!”

I feel this chapter ends a bit poorly—I’ll try writing another one this afternoon.

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(End of Chapter)