Chapter 79: One Against Three

The appearance of the figure in red almost made the three’s hearts stop.

They stared blankly at the familiar face, their eyes full of shock and confusion... Even the usually steady Lu Xuanming lost his composure at this moment.

Chen Ling?!

That Fire-Stealer?

Wasn't he dead long ago?!

One question after another popped into their minds, and they felt their brains were struggling to keep up... Only Pu Wen reacted first. He stared fixedly at Chen Ling and spoke hoarsely:

"I knew something felt weird... Were you the one manipulating all of this from behind the scenes?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to explain it to you." Chen Ling paused for a moment. "After all, villains often die from talking too much."

The three: ...?

Chen Ling stood up slowly, his eyes looking down at the three below, his vermilion theatrical robes dancing wildly in the wind, like a blood demon.

The corners of his mouth curled into a crazy arc,

"The three of you, come at me together."

The three on the hill looked at each other, their expressions grim, but Jian Changsheng was the first to rush out, charging at Chen Ling like a mad dog. Lu Xuanming pulled his long blade from the ground and followed closely behind.

Pu Wen stood in place, immediately biting his finger and quickly writing and drawing on the ground... The [Seal] characters he had prepared were all exhausted, and the one he used to freeze Number 8 had been written on the spot. Now he had no choice but to act again.

Chen Ling stood on the towering rocks, unhurriedly reaching his finger to his cheek and tearing gently.

A layer of skin drifted away with the wind.

At the same time, Chen Ling, who had been standing there, seemed to vanish into thin air. Jian Changsheng and Lu Xuanming were both startled, and a black afterimage flashed rapidly past them!

It was a black hunting falcon.

"What kind of skill is this?!"

Lu Xuanming had never seen anyone turn into an animal. Even the "Play God" path, famous for its versatility, could only change faces... Could this be a method of the Witch God path?

The falcon passed through the two, turning back into Chen Ling’s form in mid-air, that vermilion figure crashing into the ground behind them like a meteorite!

Pu Wen, who was just one stroke away from finishing a "Fix" character, felt something flash before him. As gravel flew, his wrist was clamped tightly!

Pu Wen looked in shock at the face inches away, while the latter had already pressed the muzzle against Pu Wen’s brow and smiled faintly,

"Nice skill, but unfortunately the wind-up is too slow."

Bang—!

One shot, and Pu Wen was dead!

Chen Ling had been watching from behind the scenes for so long that he had long since seen through everyone’s skills. Pu Wen’s Scholar God path was indeed strong, strong in every aspect, but unfortunately, every time he used it, he had to take out paper first. If he didn't have paper, he could only write it on the spot...

If it were at the beginning of entering the Ancient Treasury, Chen Ling would never have dared to be so arrogant as to take on three at once. But now, Pu Wen had exhausted all his rice paper, and Lu Xuanming was severely injured, having lost an arm and a leg, his combat power already greatly diminished.

Killing Pu Wen first was the most important part of Chen Ling’s plan; otherwise, once he released a "Fix" character, he might have been instantly killed in return.

Watching Pu Wen be precisely killed by Chen Ling, Lu Xuanming and Jian Changsheng’s pupils both shrank.

They looked at each other and tacitly turned around at the same time, approaching Chen Ling from left and right... Jian Changsheng was the fastest, almost a bloody afterimage, arriving in front of Chen Ling in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ling stabbed the red ring into Pu Wen’s body, then slowly stood up and waved his hand at him.

"Knead."

Snap—!

Jian Changsheng’s reaction was extremely fast, dodging to the side the moment space distorted. Even so, one of his shoulders was crushed into a bloody mist.

He let out a muffled groan, the fierce light in his eyes intensifying, but losing an arm was extremely detrimental to his balance, especially at high speeds. His body subconsciously tilted to one side, nearly falling to the ground.

And in this brief gap, those bright red theatrical robes were already engaged in battle with the black-clad Lu Xuanming!

Dagger and long blade sparked as they rubbed against each other in the air. Lu Xuanming saw Chen Ling’s ring and said coldly,

"You killed Yan Xicai?!"

"So what?"

Chen Ling felt a massive force coming from the tip of the blade and retreated to dissipate the force, his figure as light as a fluttering butterfly, flashing behind Lu Xuanming in an instant!

Lu Xuanming possessed [Iron Armor], with extremely strong power and defense. Chen Ling naturally couldn't go head-to-head with him, only relying on the agility of the [Killing Dance] to fight him!

As long as his speed was fast enough and his attack angles were tricky enough, Lu Xuanming wouldn't have time to mobilize [Iron Armor] for defense.

Lu Xuanming had already been crippled in one hand by Number 8, and now holding the blade with one hand, he couldn't keep up with Chen Ling’s offensive at all, only able to defend and retreat wretchedly, waiting for Jian Changsheng to come and help.

And Chen Ling, naturally, wouldn't give him that chance.

Chen Ling dodged Lu Xuanming’s counter-attack like a ghost, taking the opportunity to stab his ring-wearing right hand into Lu Xuanming’s wound. A frantic devouring force emerged, and Lu Xuanming’s body visibly withered.

Lu Xuanming reacted quickly, slashing his blade at Chen Ling’s wrist at the first opportunity, but it was blocked in mid-air by the dagger.

After a brief struggle, Chen Ling was pushed back a few steps. Before Lu Xuanming could slash again, he waved his finger at him first:

"Knead!"

A small-scale spatial distortion landed precisely on Lu Xuanming’s hand holding the blade. His bones shattered instantly, and he dropped the long blade. In a flash of lightning, an afterimage flashed in front of him, and a cold glint pierced his chest!

Lu Xuanming let out a muffled groan, his pupils staring at Chen Ling, who was inches away. A moment later, he fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, a whistling sound came from behind Chen Ling!

He dodged lightly to the side, the short sword grazing his cheek. Fierce light flickered in Jian Changsheng’s eyes, and the dagger and short blade exchanged blows more than ten times in mid-air at astonishing speed, evenly matched!

After an explosive exchange, both chose to open up distance, two figures in red standing on either side of the battlefield, watching each other.

"Whether you’re human or ghost... you have to die today." Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth. He could feel the power of Chen Ling before him; even Pu Wen and Lu Xuanming had been killed one after another... But he had finally made it this far, and no matter what, he couldn't die here.

His will continued to climb, and the aura of slaughter spread around him. He let out a low roar and charged at Chen Ling like a bloody lightning bolt.

Chen Ling raised his gun expressionlessly, the muzzle aimed at the approaching blood-red figure, and spoke slowly:

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to death."