Life Dungeon Game

Were the traditional martial arts practitioners I met before fake?

At this moment, He Ao had actually been forced back to the vicinity of the stairwell, right near those C-level students who had come up.

These people finally got away from

In their daze, they realized what was happening and saw Heo being overwhelmed by Driss. Finally, they mustered their courage and instantly split into different monsters, attacking Heo.

He raised his cane in his other hand and stabbed the throat of the first monster with it.

Then he threw it forcefully, blocking the monsters that were charging at him from behind.

Seeing that Heo, who had been suppressed by Driss, had instantly killed their companion, the monsters were stunned for a moment. They realized that they had been a little too confident, so they quickly retreated.

If they had all swarmed him, and with Driss's suppression, they would definitely have been able to inflict damage on Heo.

But as Driss said, these C-ranks who were raised by the corrupted monsters were all rotten and worthless. They might be able to get away with things going smoothly, but they would back down as soon as things went wrong.

Taking advantage of Driss's momentary lapse in concentration, Heo quickly eliminated the fastest charging one, and they dared not advance any further.

However, He Ao did not pay attention to these people, because Driss had already woken up from his daze.

Driss had actually noticed everything that had just happened, but he didn't actually count these C-level monsters in his combat strength. As long as these people didn't hold him back, they were already helping him.

He glanced at He Ao, then raised his sword and continued to thrust and swing forward.

He flipped his wrist, pointing the sword tip upwards to block the hilt of Driss's flexible sword. At the same time, he suddenly leaned his body to the side of the flexible sword, dodging the counter-thrust that came from the sword as it bent due to the impact.

At the same time, he slashed forward with his butterfly knife, cutting Driss's wrist as he held the sword.

This is the advantage of short-bladed blades like butterfly knives: they are flexible, versatile, and fast.

Driss jerked his hand away, glancing at the red blood seeping from his wrist.

This attack didn't cause him much damage, but it meant that Heo was no longer being suppressed by him and had the ability to fight back.

At this moment, Heo did not stop. Taking advantage of Driss's slight surprise, he suddenly raised the butterfly knife and thrust it forward.

Driss immediately raised his sword to block.

Heo immediately drew his knife and stabbed again, leveling the blade as he aimed for Driss's neck, but Driss blocked it once more.

The two exchanged several more blows in the blink of an eye, their eyes dazzled by the mediocre C-rank opponents beside them.

In fact, even at this point, Heo had not shown any strength to defeat Driss; he only possessed the power to barely launch a counterattack.

Just as Heo was about to stab Driss in the face again, a red light suddenly shone in Driss's deep eye sockets.

A terrifying pressure exploded in He Ao's mind in an instant, and the chilling sense of oppression made He Ao unconsciously hunch over and curl up.

At this moment, it was as if Heo was no longer facing a seasoned mercenary, but a knight of a god, his body covered in radiance and blood.

He was the 'heretic' who hunched over under that sword.

The terrifying and chaotic dance music exploded in He Ao's ears, and the pressure from his soul pressed down on his shoulders, as if a pair of terrifying giant hands were pressing on his body, trying to force him to his knees.

"A Retribution Knight?"

He Ao struggled to his feet, trying to keep himself from collapsing to his knees under the oppressive pressure.

This talent sequence seems to not only possess the combat power of a warrior, but also the ability to draw upon mystical powers like a shaman.

The counterattack that He Ao had just managed to achieve with great difficulty was now easily shattered like fragile thin ice.

Only now did Driss unleash his true power.

He calmly gazed at He Ao, not launching another attack immediately, but instead sighed softly, "Old brother, your talent is too great. If I gave you more time, you might very well surpass me."

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

This is his way of showing respect for Heo's talent.

He would no longer give Heo time, not even time to break through in battle.

I was too tired last night and fell asleep halfway through writing. Now my body can't take it anymore and I can't stay up all night. From now on, I will try my best to update before 12:30 am. If I don't update after 12:30 am, it's probably because I'm stuck or something came up. So please don't wait up. I'll post it the next morning or at noon. Get some rest.

There will be another super long chapter tonight.

Chapter 694 The Death of 'He Ao'? (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"My lord, we are willing to serve you!"

At this moment, several C-level monsters around them saw He Ao being suppressed and immediately rushed up.

Upon hearing these words, Driss merely glanced up at the group without stopping them.

They were overjoyed, thinking that Driss had tacitly approved of their actions, and then rushed over.

Just as they were less than two meters away from He Ao, everyone's bodies instantly contracted and twisted into a ball.

"My lord...why?"

The leader looked up at Driss and struggled to touch him.

However, Driss's expression remained unchanged; he simply stared calmly at Heo.

Above this tall building, a purple glow spread across the dim sky, and countless twisting lines, like serpents, undulated and slithered through the hazy light.

"Ah! What is this... what is this...?"

Twisted lines suddenly surged from the bodies of those C-level individuals who had merged with the contaminated monster, wrapping around their forms.

"My lord...it hurts so much...it hurts so much...what is this...?"

These people screamed in agony instantly, their mutated limbs twisted together like octopuses being boiled alive in boiling water.

However, Driss's expression remained unchanged.

In He Ao's vision, under the gaze of his super memory, these people's souls were being rapidly pierced and torn apart by distorted lines.

Immediately afterwards, twisted holes began to appear on their bodies, as if something was devouring their flesh and soul alive.

Soon, the painful screams stopped, and these people completely lost their voices, their bodies dissipating into the invisible devouring.

Only the purple blood and scattered remains on the ground indicated that they had apparently been there.

As these people died, Heo also clearly saw some kind of twisted lines swirling around Driss's body, and the oppressive feeling that was pressing down on Heo, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, was constantly increasing.

"Are they the sacrifices you prepared?"

He looked at Driss, his voice hoarse.

"Yes."

Driss's gaze remained calm.

"Are all these 'fusionists' sacrifices you prepared?"

He Ao continued to ask.

“They can be.”

Driss's gaze remained calm.

"what."

For some reason, seeing him like this, He Ao suddenly laughed.

"What's on your mind, old brother?"

Driss looked at Heo calmly, his tone gentle, like that of an old friend.

"I just thought that these people were raising corrupted monsters and calling the ordinary people they captured 'feed',"

He Ao clutched his injured stomach, his abdominal muscles twitching as if from his earlier smile. "And they themselves are nothing more than feed for others to feed."

In his eyes, Driss's soul was pure, without the stitching that came from being combined with a corrupted monster.

Driss remains a purely human superhuman.

The 'Hidden Man' who created the Evolutionary Path did not actually believe in it.

'Fusion' and 'evolution'—he was merely raising suitable sacrifices.

Therefore, he doesn't care whether the people of the Evolutionary Path truly believe in the so-called 'God,' because these people were not cultivated as 'believers' in the first place.

At this moment, He Ao finally realized why Driss preferred the clearly ideologically different 'Nighthawk' as his successor compared to the Shadowman.

Because the Night Hawk is a 'human,' while the Shadow Cutter, no matter what, is merely a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, He Ao's smile widened.

Fresh blood spilled from his abdomen.

Driss calmly gazed at Heo, a twisted power swirling within his body. He didn't respond to Heo's感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection), but instead raised his hand. The soft sword in his hand was entwined with twisted lines, shrouded in purple light.

"Old brother, I'll send you on your way."

At this moment, his aura had completely suppressed He Ao, and after the sacrifice, his power seemed to have been enhanced again, far surpassing He Ao's.

He demonstrated the full potential he could exert here, firstly to show respect for He Ao, and secondly to avoid any unforeseen complications.

He knew very well that the only way to deal with a genius like He Ao, who was prone to change if delayed, was to use swift and decisive measures from the outset to kill him completely, leaving him no chance to grow or escape, in order to achieve final victory.

Even though He Ao is now so old, it seems that he no longer has time to grow.

In a sense, he was indeed taken aback by the 'talent' that He Ao had just displayed.

“Old brother,” he looked at He Ao, raised his soft sword, and walked closer step by step, “you shouldn’t have come today. I haven’t seen an opponent with such heroism and talent as you in a long time.”

"If I hadn't come today, would you still say I have heroic qualities?"

He Ao gave a difficult, hoarse laugh.

As Driss's sacrifice succeeded, the terrifying pressure on him intensified, but he never knelt down. Instead, his hunched body gradually straightened.

The forces that oppressed his soul now seeped into his body, damaging his physical structure and rapidly weakening him.

Driss calmly stared at Heo, then thrust his sword directly into Heo's heart.

Heo struggled to raise his longer cane to try and block the sword, but Driss forcefully deflected it, sending the cane flying.

However, He Ao also used the force of this attack to turn his body to the side. The blade of the soft sword shifted and pierced He Ao's chest, but failed to pierce He Ao's heart as intended.

However, Driss was not surprised at all; instead, he was puzzled that Heo did not resist.