Chapter 115

Players have no sense of order, especially when they see an elite monster pinned in place by Lin Ling's spear like a target—its IQ drops a flat -999.

They rushed forward en masse, punching and kicking Mu Zi.

Lin Ling froze, surprised that the refugees had the audacity to be so disrespectful right before him.

But before Lin Ling could react…

Boom!!

The players flew backward exactly as they had charged forward.

When they hit the ground, seven or eight out of ten were already dead; the rest either lay motionless feigning death or screamed in agony—these players were shrewd; seeing how fierce the elite monster was, they lost all desire to fight.

Looking at Mu Zi, her eyes bled black blood as she stared fixedly at Fang Yue; her body, pinned by the spear, jerked forward two steps with the pull of her wounds—only to be kicked squarely in the chest by Fang Yue, sending her crashing back to the ground.

Fang Yue raised the Leng Yue Dao and brought it down straight onto Mu Zi's head.

After her grotesque transformation, Mu Zi moved swiftly, raising her arm to block…

Ssssh!!

25!

Blood sprayed—the Leng Yue Dao sank one and a half inches into Mu Zi's arm and stuck fast.

The Leng Yue Dao's sharpness was sufficient; it was just that Fang Yue's control power had been low during the day.

Without hesitation, Fang Yue pulled the blade free and slashed again, chopping like a butcher slicing meat—over ten strikes in rapid succession, each one drawing blood, cutting deep to the bone.

24!

25!

29!

23!

22!

Soon Mu Zi's arm was drenched in blood, her hand bones shattered in places, as she let out a furious roar.

Seeing Mu Zi still moving, Fang Yue's expression darkened.

If not for Lin Ling's spear pinning her in place, Fang Yue wouldn't have been confident he could kill Mu Zi alone after her grotesque transformation—had it been night, things would've been different.

As Fang Yue swung his twentieth strike, the Leng Yue Dao clicked and lodged in Mu Zi's forearm bone.

In a moment of surprise, Mu Zi yanked her right arm backward, dragging Fang Yue toward her, then spun and punched straight for his head.

Fortunately, Fang Yue reacted in time—he dropped the blade and raised both hands to block…

Bam!!

9!

With 6.6 damage reduction, massive damage spiked from his head.

The sheer Supernatural Strength hurled Fang Yue back five or six steps.

But Fang Yue's face remained unchanged.

Is that all? Pathetic!

I thought she'd be way stronger after turning grotesque.

Though my damage output isn't high, neither is hers.

Looking at Mu Zi, she roared, ignoring the tearing wounds, forcing herself forward despite the spear piercing her.

Her movements were swift—in the blink of an eye, she was almost upon Fang Yue.

Fang Yue was about to properly teach this worthless grotesque a lesson when suddenly a fist the size of a sandbag slammed into Mu Zi's face mid-charge.

That fist carried astonishing force—it caved in Mu Zi's face and sent her entire body flying backward, crashing hard to the ground.

As Mu Zi hit the ground, a shadow shot over and struck again.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!!

The pounding fists shook the sky!

The ground cracked!

The shadow's fists came faster and fiercer with each blow.

Amidst the crunching snaps of facial and bodily bones, Mu Zi couldn't even scream—her body trembled violently with each strike, utterly defenseless, a disgrace to any grotesque.

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin, stop! Give me the finishing blow!"

Fang Yue, seeing who was punching, shouted urgently.

He rushed forward to pull the Leng Yue Dao still lodged in Mu Zi's arm—and raised it to strike her head, when Lin Ling seized his wrist and halted it mid-swing.

"Brother Lin, don't hog the kill!"

Fang Yue pleaded, as nearby players began stirring again.

But Lin Ling cast a cold glance—and instantly silenced them.

"Any refugee who takes another step forward—die!"

Someone, fearless, actually charged forward.

"Bullshit! I wouldn't be afraid of you if I weren't…!"

Before he finished speaking, a Gold Coin Dart shot through the air—blood spurted from his skull, and he collapsed dead on the spot.

Fang Yue had previously misunderstood Lin Ling, thinking his throwing skills were formidable.

But in truth, Lin Ling's Martial Arts with throwing weapons were merely auxiliary—barely toy-level.

He only dominated because of absolute stat superiority, making him a threat to players—but against an equal-level grotesque, it was like scratching an itch.

The other players saw the charging fellow die so cleanly and decisively, and their pupils couldn't help but contract; they all stopped moving, not daring to act rashly.

This Captain Lin really means it when she says she'll kill—how brutal!

After driving those players back, Lin Ling had Fang Yue step down and pulled the spear from Mu Zi's chest.

She stomped on Mu Zi's chest—thud! —a thunderous crash, dust flew up from the ground, it trembled a few times, and a small human-shaped pit appeared.

Looking again at Mu Zi on the ground, she was already on her last breath.

"If there's any Black Ember, it's yours, and the previous debts can be written off. But Mu Zi—I can't let you kill her."

At first glance, this deal seemed quite worthwhile: if Mu Zi's aberration yielded 1g of Black Ember, combined with the 1g of Black Ember previously borrowed from Lin Ling, it would equal a profit of 2g.

The problem was that killing aberrations boosted attributes—something Black Ember couldn't compare to.

But seeing Lin Ling's resolute attitude, Fang Yue knew he had no chance.

"Why are you sparing her life? The matter is already clear—could it be you still want to drag her to Lord Han for interrogation?"

"No... I'm doing it for the person Hua Wuye left behind."

Just as Lin Ling said this, the crowd outside parted to make way once more.

Hua Wuye was seen, supported by Guard Team members, her eyes red, walking toward them.

"It's you... so the mole really was you!"

Hua Wuye clenched her fists, broke free from the supporting Guard Team members, and staggered over.

Lin Ling hurried forward to support her. Mu Zi, agitated, seemed to want to take the chance to escape, but after struggling twice, her injuries were too severe and she couldn't move.

At this point, Lin Ling had already supported Hua Wuye over to stand before Mu Zi.

Hua Wuye stared fixedly at Mu Zi on the ground, her small fists clenched tight.

"Why did it have to be you! Mu Zi, I treated you like my own, closer than sisters! From the day you joined the team, I personally promoted you, personally taught you... I never imagined, never imagined you would be a traitor! And do that kind of thing to my family! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!"

Hua Wuye trembled slightly, her body shaking with emotion.

But Mu Zi only let out a low, growling snarl.

This made Hua Wuye's fury rise another level.

"After becoming an aberration, you can't even speak anymore! Is this the outcome you wanted!"

"Fine! I'll grant it to you!"

Saying so, Hua Wuye drew the dagger at her waist and stabbed it straight down into both of Mu Zi's eyes.

(End of chapter)