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墨書 Inktalez
At this moment, all the men in black had lost the will to continue fighting.
They looked at Bu with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Ever since this brutal and fierce Fellow appeared, they had begun to suffer casualties.
With Fourth's body still warm, their leader, a martial artist, had met a tragic end in the blink of an eye.
When they accepted this mission, they were full of confidence. They believed that with the seven brothers joining forces, completing the task would be as easy as reaching into a pocket, and they would celebrate with drinks afterward.
At first, they indeed managed to suppress their target, as if everything was progressing according to plan.
But then Bu appeared, and both Fourth and their leader fell one after another.
The shift in the situation had completely slipped out of their control.
Now all the men in black were filled with doubt and could not muster the courage to continue fighting.
They were capable warriors, holding a certain status wherever they went. They feared death.
Once dead, they would lose their esteemed status, gleaming gold coins, and soft beauties; all of these would no longer belong to them.
"Let's go, let's go... we need to leave quickly," one of the men in black began to panic.
"What a terrible mission! We're not doing this anymore. Even if we rebel against our backers, it's better than dying," another man in black exclaimed, his emotions flaring up.
The eyes of the five men in black began to flicker uncertainly.
They were wary and fixed their gaze on Bu, slowly retreating.
Seeing this situation, the Elder in Yellow and the two young men had no intention of stopping them.
After all, their side had not suffered any casualties, and the sister they needed to protect was still behind them.
The Elder in Yellow did not want to push too hard; even a rabbit would bite when cornered, let alone these martial artists with some bloodlust.
If they forced these men in black too much, it might lead to an outcome they did not wish to see.
With rustling sounds, the five men in black cautiously watched the Elder in Yellow and the others, slowly moving toward the edge of the arena.
"You want to leave? I have no intention of letting you go."
A slightly clear voice rang out from within the arena.
The retreating footsteps of the five men in black paused, and the Elder in Yellow frowned slightly. Was the situation he did not want to see finally going to unfold?
The sudden voice from within the arena naturally came from Bu. It seemed he had just come back to his senses after killing the Hunchback Leader, his cold gaze sweeping over the group of men in black.
"Do not be too arrogant! If we scatter and flee, you might not be able to kill us all. If you push us too hard, you won't fare well either."
The robust Second Black-Clad Man shouted with a fierce glare, his voice tinged with fear.
The remaining men in black also showed fierce expressions; if they were pushed too hard, no one would sit idly by.
In a narrow confrontation, the brave prevail!
"Oh~ now you can try to run away. I may not be able to kill all of you, but I can certainly take down one or two. Let's see who gets lucky."
Bu smirked slightly, his tone somewhat mocking.
His eyes were filled with mockery, as if he were looking at prey. Indeed, these fellows represented a substantial amount of experience points in his eyes.
If they hadn’t crossed paths with him, it would have been fine. However, since he had already killed two of them, it was not in his nature to leave any roots behind.
Thinking about the hefty experience points he would gain, he couldn't help but feel even more excited.
The five men in black felt a chill run down their spines under his intense gaze, which regarded them like treasures. They had never encountered such a mad enemy before.
"Run away, run away. Or come over and fight me to the death."
Bu laughed maniacally, his right foot stomping fiercely on the ground, causing the earth to crack.
His entire body surged forward like a raging hurricane, charging toward the five men in black with an overwhelming momentum. His ferocious demeanor left the two women hiding by the carriage wide-eyed with amazement.
He actually intended to take on five opponents at once.
Such a reckless act made it hard to believe he was an elegant and noble vampire; he seemed more like a battle-crazed werewolf.
“Brothers. Let’s go, fight him!”
Robust Second’s eyes instantly turned red as he, along with the other four, shouted wildly and charged towards Bu.
“Hey!”
Seeing the chaotic scene unfold again, Elder in Yellow sighed, “Well, let this be a repayment for their help.” He turned to instruct two young men to protect his sister, then moved with a light step towards the battlefield.
“Bang bang bang bang”
The sound of fists clashing was rapid like rain on a pipa, clear like pearls falling on a jade plate.
The battlefield was in chaos, dust rising, stones crumbling, shadows flickering, and the sounds of impacts echoed endlessly.
The five men in black coordinated their attacks seamlessly. Clearly, they were very familiar with each other, having fought together often and mastered the art of combined strikes.
Bu’s physical attributes far exceeded those of these low-level Level 1 Martial Apprentices. When one of them punched him, with his high constitution and the formidable recovery power of a vampire, it felt like a mere tickle; the damage was negligible.
Only the occasional Combat Skills that emerged from In the arena posed a challenge for Bu, making him reluctant to take them head-on.
In fact, it was the previous Hunchback Leader who had taken advantage of Bu not having learned any skills. The relentless barrage of powerful skills left no room for him to breathe, forcing him into a passive position from the very beginning.
However, if Bu were given even a moment to catch his breath, the fate of his opponents would be tragic.
The vast difference in basic attributes meant that even at Level 1, a vampire's foundational stats could rival those of these human-level fighters, and in certain attributes, they could even surpass them.
Currently, the reason Bu has not demonstrated strong combat power is primarily due to his lack of understanding of force application techniques. Whether it is the techniques for applying force in attacks, defense, or movement, he is completely unfamiliar with them.
These techniques must be mastered through learning skills.
If Bu were to grasp even a few Combat Skills, even just one or two, it could lead to a significant enhancement in his abilities.
It's similar to a popular competitive game he played in his past life—League of Legends. The heroes in the game each have unique characteristics and a variety of complex skills.
If a level 1 hero with skills were to face off against a level 1 hero without any skills who could only rely on basic attacks, despite the level difference, the skilled hero could still maneuver effectively and potentially eliminate the other with superior technique.
Thus, the importance of Combat Skills is evident.
“Falling Leaf Palm.”
With a loud thud, Bu's back was struck directly by a slender figure in black clothing. A tremendous force surged into his body, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, causing excruciating pain that felt like his spine was breaking.
"Damn it! You're asking for death!"
Bu stumbled from the blow and couldn't help but curse.
He had been caught off guard by this Fellow's sneak attack; even with his physical condition, enduring this hit was somewhat challenging. If he received a few more hits like that, he might not even need to fight back—he would simply kneel.
This short Fellow was like a piece of sticky candy, extremely sneaky, popping out occasionally to land a cold strike. Bu now felt an intense hatred towards this person.
"Sir, I am here to assist you." An elderly voice approached from afar; the Old Man in Yellow arrived late.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the black-clad individuals turned pale.
Unfading God and his entire family! They were being pushed to their limits; they had barely managed to fend off one opponent, and now another equally formidable Old Guy had arrived.
“Brothers, this old geezer is here too. I think we should retreat. They might not be able to catch up,” one of the black-clad men shouted, barely dodging an attack from Step with a skillful maneuver.
“Who will retreat first? Who will stay behind to block these two Fellows?” another black-clad man pointedly raised the dilemma that weighed on everyone’s mind.
Upon hearing this, the group fell silent, even their attacks losing some of their intensity.
They all feared death and did not want to die, but if it was their turn to hold off the opponents, they knew they would likely be the first to fall.
As the situation grew increasingly dire, Robust Second felt anxious, causing his attacks to become somewhat disordered. This left an opening that the arriving Yellow-Clad Old Man quickly exploited, delivering a powerful knife-hand strike aimed at his waist.
The wind howled fiercely as Elder in Yellow’s palm glowed with a green light, clearly indicating he was also using Combat Skills.
“Azure Jade Palm.”
Feeling the rush of wind from his left side, Robust Second was startled. He could no longer afford to coordinate with his Brothers for an attack and hurriedly executed a evasive maneuver, twisting his waist like a snake to dodge the sudden strike from Elder in Yellow.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh.”
The fierce momentum of the green palm sliced through the air, creating a sharp sound like fabric being cut by a knife.
Robust Second narrowly avoided Elder in Yellow's sudden hand strike, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he sensed another rush of wind approaching from behind. Cursing under his breath, he didn’t turn around but hastily prepared to use his skills to evade once more.
"Bang."
With a loud explosion, Robust Second felt a sharp pain in his head, and then everything went black. In less than a second, he lost all consciousness.
It was the moment when Elder in Yellow made his move, dodging the combined attack of several other black-clad individuals and charging forward.
A punch was thrown, like a bullet fired from a gun, accompanied by a piercing sound of air friction, striking Robust Second's skull.
It was as if a ripe watermelon had been smashed by a heavy hammer.
With a thunderous sound, red and white splattered everywhere as a tremendous force crushed him; Robust Second's head exploded, showering blood like rain.
Of the seven black-clad individuals, only four remained.
The remaining four were somewhat dazed, staring at the blood raining down from above, a chill creeping into their hearts.
They stood frozen in place, gazing at the headless corpse that had fallen heavily to the ground.
This was their Second Brother, the passionate man who had just shouted to fight the enemy. Could they still see his face beneath the mask?
"Ah!" "I will fight you."
"You won't die easily. Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill all your family."
"I will avenge Second Brother! Ah!!!"
Bu rubbed his wrist and calmly looked at the four black-clad men who were acting like madmen, desperately fighting for survival.
At this moment, he felt no pity.
Since he had crossed over to this strange and cruel world, kindness and compassion—those most sincere and fragile emotions—had to be kept deep within his heart, only to be shown to those he needed to protect, to those closest to him who were worth cherishing.
For enemies, there was no kindness, no compassion, no pity.
This was his belief. Although the bloodshed made him uncomfortable, he forced himself to adapt. Thus, he stimulated his cowardly heart with even more brutal methods.
He could not show mercy to enemies; he had to protect himself and also safeguard those he would need to protect in the future.
He needed to grow stronger!
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