Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 88, Chapter 087: Pierced Through the Chest, Heart Shattered, Nightmare Awakens

He pretended to be deaf and dumb for a long time, but the first thing he said was a curse to someone die.

Who could stand this?

Anyway, Ling Xiao is fine.

To maintain a good mental state, you must speak your mind and deal with things directly.

Since the mastermind behind the scenes has said that she will send it soon, it means that the next enemy is not someone that Ling Xiao can deal with, at least in "her" eyes.

Should we still fight?

We definitely have to fight!

Because there is no way out now.

But at this point in time, it's still possible to make a move.

Ling Xiao did not move forward; he stayed in place and relied solely on his own recovery.

Currently, most of the eleven derivative talents, after careful selection, are combat-oriented talents that enhance combat power.

The external tools such as the brewing bottle and herb pack made him overlook his own recovery problem.

Actually, Ling Xiao shouldn't have been worried about this. Who would have thought that one day his control panel would be blocked?

Regret and complaints are useless; the only thing to do is to take them into account when matching talent trees in the future, and strive to provide comprehensive and foolproof protection.

Limited slots available.

Previously, due to the imminent survival crisis, Ling Xiao dared not let go of any of the combat-side talents.

Gather sand into a tower.

Although its individual quality is not as good as Lao Qi's "Thunderous Ground", it is not a weakness when combined.

Moreover, with the exceptional skill [Whirlwind Shadow Sword Technique] at his disposal, his offensive capabilities are not lacking for the time being.

Ling Xiao plans to add some support-type talents to the slots unlocked at levels 20 and up.

Of course, fate can change, and human effort can make a difference.

Nobody knows what the future holds...

The Iron Heart Blade reignited its blood flames, and Ling Xiao's gaze was fixed on the figure that was slowly walking towards him.

powerful……

Very strong!

Just looking at his stance is terrifyingly strong!

His bare, muscular upper body was unarmored, with only dark red demonic runes flickering with his breath.

The newcomer wasn't tall either; he looked even shorter than Ling Xiao, probably a little over 1.7 meters.

Even such an ordinary look made the battle-hardened Ling Xiao extremely cautious.

"Logically speaking, an ant of your level shouldn't have been able to get this far."

The hoarse voice sounded somewhat puzzled.

Before Ling Xiao could reply, the man continued talking to himself:

"Besides, the light emanating from you is truly repulsive to me..."

"Whatever, I'll beat you to death right here. I'll smash you into a pulp, punch after punch!"

Before the words were even finished, a figure appeared as swift as the wind!

With his pupils contracting, Ling Xiao dodged away without hesitation!

Then, I immediately activated [Wind Chaser Step] and [Wind Spirit Dance] to their maximum levels.

Fortunately, he acted decisively, which allowed him to keep up with the attack of the figure that suddenly turned around!

The flash of the blade and the gust of the fist collided with a whoosh, neither giving way.

A monster that is unarmed is a rare sight that evokes excitement, while Ling Xiao is filled with fear and goes all out!

The fist wind, a mixture of gold and red, tore through the air, even leaving afterimages, and blasted towards Ling Xiao's head like machine gun fire.

Faced with such a terrifying offensive, the latter did not activate any defensive skills.

Because it's unnecessary, and you simply can't stop it!

Even at its strongest, the Qi Shield couldn't guarantee it would be able to defend against an incoming punch.

My physical body is still too fragile. Any injury will severely affect my condition, and I'm afraid I won't even be able to mount a decent counterattack...

Moreover, if the opponent concentrates their punches on one point, a few consecutive punches will be enough to break through my unprofessional defense.

Moreover, with his remaining physical and spiritual energy, he would rather risk everything and launch an offensive than passively defend and counterattack!

If all resources are devoted to the offensive end, Lingxiao can achieve a short period of even strength!

The battle between the two escalated to a fever pitch from the very beginning.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Xiao directly revealed one of his trump cards.

[Embers of Glory], shining brightly!

However, he failed to achieve the result he wanted and instead aroused the demonic energy on the monster.

It seems we've angered them...

A terrifying iron fist came crashing down like a storm!

The blade light unleashed by the Iron Heart Blade was equally impressive, and even when amplified to its maximum, it was not weaker than its opponent.

But it was this stalemate that made Ling Xiao increasingly uneasy as the fight progressed.

He has now activated all available buffs, but he still cannot defeat his opponent.

On the contrary, the power of the relentless punches was slowly but steadily increasing!

This monster still has energy left!?

Before he could react, the monster threw a punch, the powerful force of which slammed into the blade, carrying with it a wave of demonic energy!

Although the Iron Heart Blade did not break, it trembled and groaned under the blow.

In his shock and anger, Ling Xiao prematurely activated the Gale Tornado.

This is a way to break the deadlock when the surrounding energy is not yet fully developed.

The wind howled!

The cyan tornado, carrying wind blades, pressed down, finally stopping the opponent's suffocating, continuous punches.

Ling Xiao took the opportunity to catch his breath, but his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Because that iron fist, radiating a dark golden hue, actually pierced through the tornado, propelling that wiry figure forward once more!

"grass!"

He cursed under his breath, then stepped forward to meet them.

Although the tornado had begun to dissipate, it still had some delaying effect.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to take the initiative in the battle!

With the added advantage of his swordsmanship, Ling Xiao's swordplay was now as graceful and fluid as a dragon in flight.

As the weapon used for the longest time and seen in the most battles, the longsword has reached a level of consummate skill in Ling Xiao's hands.

This is certainly not because he has amazing comprehension.

In fact, increasing attributes such as [Spirit] will not necessarily increase his intelligence.

Such rapid progress is thanks to the "Weapon Master" feature in Monster Hunter.

The initial boost from this hidden class is very helpful in terms of attribute bonuses.

It now appears that traits such as [Weapon Master] remain applicable even after Lingxiao's level increases, and can be described as "benefiting one for life".

Crimson flames and flashing sword light, splashing ink with bold strokes!

Once Ling Xiao, whose speed is no less than his opponent's, gains the initiative, he can smoothly enter the most comfortable rhythm.

He admitted that the monster was good at putting on an act and had the right to do so.

But since we have the advantage of weaponry, there is absolutely no reason not to make use of it!

Martial virtue?

It's not like Ling Xiao forbade the other side from using weapons!

Amidst the resounding clang of a ping-pong ball, the Iron Heart Blade struck those arms, which seemed cast from metal.

It splashed up demonic energy and sparks, but it couldn't break through the defense.

The remaining protective energy could not remain in the gaps of the wound; it could only "stick" to the surface of the body as much as possible before being quickly submerged by the surging demonic energy.

Ling Xiao saw it all, but understood that being impatient was useless.

He controlled the rhythm to suppress his opponent, making sure that those terrifying fists wouldn't be thrown again.

But in the end, it was difficult to achieve what I wanted.

The blade flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, and although it was difficult to break through the defenses, it still had many flaws.

六秒钟… …

Thirty-six cuts...

Ling Xiao, who had circled the monster more than once, had done his best.

But things don't always go as planned; failure and helplessness are the main themes that run through life.

The monster, which had been blocking with its arms raised, suddenly exerted its strength, crossed its arms and pushed forward, blocking the incoming blade and then throwing a punch!

Lingxiao would never be able to reach that distance.

But the other party had no intention of retaliating directly. Instead, they decisively interrupted Ling Xiao's gua sha treatment and began their own offensive.

With a shrug of his shoulder, he delivered a long punch!

Before he could regain his footing after this sudden change, Ling Xiao unleashed a powerful strike, attempting to force him back.

The fist, imbued with demonic energy, struck the blade directly, the aftershock even hitting Ling Xiao's face behind him.

Like being struck by lightning.

But this slash finally drew blood from the opponent.

Of course, Ling Xiao's situation was more dire.

His nose was bleeding, and his cheeks were covered in bruises and cuts.

Ignoring everything else, he swung his sword again and slashed!

The fierce battle resumed, and this time, Ling Xiao gradually found himself at a disadvantage...

His physical and spiritual strength was finally about to give out after enduring many fierce battles.

There's no way to finish this quickly.

Because the opponent was sticking so close, I was already exhausted just dealing with them, and I had no time to think about devising a plan to finish them off.

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The longsword slashed at the neck, the flames already burning, but the innermost blade was still deflected by a timely retracted punch.

This attack at least caused injury, but the cost was that Ling Xiao was no longer able to defend himself.

I could only try my best to dodge, but I was still grazed on the side by the force of the punch.

A layer of flesh below the left rib was forcibly scraped away.

Blood was gushing out, but he had no time to care and dared not look.

Because this strike was just a feint; the real killing intent came from the void!

Dimensional Exile!

Ling Xiao, with a cold expression and crazed eyes, noticed the monster's slightly upturned lips.

The preset release location should have been the point where the opponent's head would move forward.

Why didn't you seize this opportunity and press your advantage?!

To his somewhat horrified gaze, the Dimensional Exile was successfully executed and hit its target, but it failed to deliver a fatal blow.

Because after the monster averted the crisis and injured itself, it didn't take the opportunity to get close. Instead, it smoothly turned its head, letting half of its shoulder and half of its neck disappear into thin air.

This thing can also sense spatial anomalies!?

And it can react so extremely well!?

There was no time to be surprised anymore.

Ling Xiao, whose heart sank to the bottom, still did not give up. Or rather, the fact that his killing move was seen through by the opponent stirred up the most hysterical madness in the depths of his heart!

When faced with death, people may become dejected or panicked, but some may also unleash a final, triumphant cry!

The throbbing veins on his forehead indicated the pain of Ling Xiao's spiritual energy being nearly exhausted.

But there's no need to conserve the last bit of spiritual energy...

What's the big deal if a soldier still has bullets in his gun before he dies?

Damn it!

Even if it means death, we must first bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy!

His resolve to kill burned to its peak; Ling Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with unwavering conviction:

"Die!!"

The remaining spiritual energy was insufficient to unleash the Gale Shadow Slash.

Then the Iron Heart Blade unleashed its most intense fiery wings, the crimson flames almost solidifying!

The simple yet powerful strike, imbued with all its strength, slashed through the twilight and struck the monster's mutilated neck.

bang-

It's stuck!?

It turned out that the monster had just raised its arm and blocked the Iron Heart Blade by placing it against its neck!

Although this desperate, all-or-nothing strike pierced his arm and neck, it could not go any further.

The brain is frantically issuing commands.

He urged his body to move quickly, knowing that this final effort was all it took to kill the monster.

But the body has already begun its death countdown.

Weakness, pain, abnormality...

Ling Xiao looked down in disbelief at the fatal wound that had pierced through his chest.

And his own heart, at this very moment, was being held in the monster's hand...

splat—

Amidst the soft cracking sounds, Ling Xiao felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed.

The strength could not be transferred, and even breathing became difficult.

"The ashes of the gods... Ha! The gods have long since fallen. You think their remnants can protect you?"

"Poor little guy, it's... utterly ridiculous..."

The final sneer was devoid of emotion.

like……

Besides schadenfreude, there was also sadness and regret?

Perhaps it's because people who are about to die tend to be more sentimental and melancholic.

Ling Xiao, whose consciousness was fading, felt the final pain as the sensation of his body fading away.

I must have been kicked away...

He fell heavily to the ground, blood began to gush from his throat, blocking his trachea. The despair and cruelty of suffocation made Ling Xiao tremble involuntarily.

From the moment he stepped into the gray fog to begin his exploration, he was mentally prepared to die.

But it wasn't until that moment actually arrived that they realized their so-called willingness to die was just naive wishful thinking.

Real death is enough to make anyone despair.

Tears seemed to be gathering at the edges of his lifeless eyes.

After a lifetime of feigning strength, I can finally let go...

People who mature early usually mature late.

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt as if he had returned to that rainy night twenty years ago.

That memory, which shouldn't exist, actually began there in the recurring flashback.

Faces flashed by, fires blazed past...

In the end, all he heard was a familiar, gentle voice, like a mother comforting a child who hadn't done well on the test but had made great progress.

"You can explore the road ahead later..."

"Thank you, sweet dreams..."

Consciousness waned, and darkness descended once more.

"Ugh...ugh!"

Ling Xiao suddenly stood up and pulled his head out of the puddle.

His eyes widened, he gasped for breath, and touched his chest with lingering fear.

It wasn't completely hard, but it wasn't emptied out either.

It's still there, it's still there...

After discovering that "heart-wrenching" was just an unpleasant experience in a nightmare, Ling Xiao felt much more relaxed.

At the same time, I felt a greater sense of lingering fear about this dream curse.

That's so damn true!

Fighting the enhanced Tyrant during the verification phase of a promotion mission meant he knew there would be no danger to his life; at worst, it would only result in a lower awakening level for his main profession.

That's why they'd risk injury to win.

Although the experience was just as real and unpleasant, knowing that I wouldn't die made it much easier.

But this time, he really had no idea how it would end!

Even the control panel has been blocked.

Fortunately, talents and skills are still usable.

Otherwise, Ling Xiao might actually consider using a magic trap to send himself away gracefully.

I've practically crawled back from the brink of death myself.

The despair and pain of that kind of death are probably unforgettable for a lifetime.

Thankfully, it was just a dream...

Some couldn't wait to bring up the panel.

As the familiar interface appeared, Ling Xiao was almost moved to tears.

The private chat interface was flashing with golden light, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.