Chapter 102: Why Is My Career Panel in a 2D Art Style? Chapter 42

Seeing this, the apparent leader among the mysterious figures shouted out immediately.

As his words fell, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted once more.

But Li Ang merely lowered his eyelids slightly, and an invisible domain instantly expanded.

The next instant, under the incredulous gazes of all, the bullets they fired had not even reached his body before turning into droplets of molten metal, spinning rapidly.

Word-Spell: Heaven and Earth as Furnace.

Immediately, these molten metal droplets converged into a single great blade, radiating a chilling frost.

Li Ang had never studied swordplay; the broad, sweeping blade suited him far better.

He exhaled a gentle breath, stirring dust across the open ground, then vanished from everyone's sight at incredible speed.

When he reappeared, he had already severed the head of one mysterious figure.

"One."

The bell of death tolled silently as a white, monstrous figure relentlessly reaped lives.

Two.

Three.

Fear washed over the hearts of everyone present like a tidal wave.

They began firing wildly, but it had no effect whatsoever—even occasionally striking their own comrades.

Lives vanished swiftly until only the leader of the mysterious figures remained alive.

He collapsed onto the ground and scrambled backward on hands and feet.

Behind him stood the Death God who had slaughtered everyone on the field.

The leader's face was pale with terror, muttering uncontrollably: "How is this possible? That was enough to knock out a whale—why hasn't it taken effect?!"

Even now, he still clung to hope in the anesthetic carried by the earlier anti-materiel sniper round.

But unfortunately, he had no idea what Reverse Birth: Three Layers meant.

Nor did he understand what

No Evil May Intrude, No Sickness May Arise meant.

Perhaps one day Li Ang will encounter a poison capable of breaking Reverse Birth: Three Layers—but at least right now, these ordinary anesthetics could not penetrate the Reverse Birth state.

He looked at the utterly broken leader of the mysterious figures and spoke coldly: "Speak. Who sent you?"

Li Ang certainly wouldn't just kill him with one slash.

He still had questions that needed answering.

For instance, who had the audacity to ambush the Executive Department of the Cassell Academy?

And how did this band of mercenaries know he would be coming to Monterey today?

Of course, Li Ang already had some suspicions about these questions.

After all, families within the Secret Party who knew the Executive Department's plans, had enough wealth to hire such mercenaries, and had grievances against him were few and far between.

'Cattus?'

The family that Li Ang suspected Odin had founded.

But he didn't think the King of Sky and Wind was that foolish—even if he truly wanted to capture him, after the last incident, he wouldn't entrust it to a group of mercenaries.

Wouldn't it have to be one of His masked puppets?

In response to Li Ang's question, the leader of the mysterious figures acted as if he heard nothing, only crawling forward with his head bowed.

"Why isn't it working? Why isn't it..."

Boom—

The familiar dull sound rang out again.

This time, the target was not Li Ang, but the leader of the mysterious figures on the ground.

Watching the leader cut cleanly in two, Li Ang showed no reaction, only snapping his gaze toward a small western hill.

"Got you."

Before his words had even finished, he lunged forward like a tiger.