F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

"In a dungeon, accidentally killing a 'Double F War God' shouldn't... be considered a violation of school rules, right?"

Lin Feng's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a morbid sense of pleasure.

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

There is no starting stance, and no unnecessary movements.

He seemed to transform into a wisp of blue wind.

In an instant, he covered a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Fatty Wang.

He didn't even look at the heavy shield; his right hand, fingers pointed like a knife, stabbed straight at Fatty Wang's face!

At his fingertips, pale blue wind elements spun rapidly, condensing into an invisible blade that emitted a piercing buzz.

Fast! Too fast!

Fatty Wang didn't even have time to react.

His nervous system simply couldn't keep up with the other person's speed.

He could only rely on instinct to violently parry upwards with his shield.

"clang!"

A loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

Wang Pangzi felt an irresistible force coming from the shield.

His body weighs nearly 200 pounds.

He was so violently shaken that he slid back two or three meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

My right arm, which was holding the shield, went numb, and I could barely hold onto it.

He looked down and saw a clear white scratch on the surface of the shield.

This is standard equipment officially distributed by the government; it's extremely durable!

"He has a bit of brute force."

Lin Feng's attack failed, but his face showed no surprise. Instead, he revealed a playful, cat-and-mouse expression.

He flickered and disappeared from the spot once again.

The next second, he appeared to Wang Pangzi's left side like a ghost, and with another chop, he slashed at the joint of Wang Pangzi's shield-holding arm.

Sharp angles, ruthless to the extreme!

"Fatty, to the left!"

Chen Yifan's furious shout rang out.

Fatty Wang twisted his body sharply, narrowly blocking the attack with the edge of his shield.

"clang!"

Another loud bang, and this time Fatty Wang lost his balance and staggered two steps to the side in a disheveled manner.

Lin Feng was like a persistent, intractable disease, launching a relentless offensive.

The blue figure left trails of afterimages in the cave.

Each flash was accompanied by a fierce attack.

The sound of wind blades cutting through the air intertwined with the sound of shields colliding, creating a suffocating symphony of death.

Fatty Wang was completely on the defensive and being beaten.

He was like a small boat in a storm.

Although he struggled to hold on thanks to his innate "tough skin" and brute strength.

But everyone could see it.

It was only a matter of time before the boat capsized.

Several wounds of varying depths have appeared on his body, marks left by the wind blades as they bypassed the shield.

"Is all you'll do is hide behind this turtle shell?" Lin Feng provoked him while attacking. "Can you protect him for a while, but can you protect him forever?"

"Fuck your mother!" Fatty Wang roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Come at me head-on if you dare!"

"With you? You're not good enough for me."

Lin Feng sneered, and his attack suddenly became even more ferocious.

He kicked the shield hard in the center, the force of which caused Fatty Wang to lose his balance and fall heavily backward.

The door is wide open!

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his figure moved like lightning, rushing straight towards Chen Yifan, who was behind the fallen Fatty Wang.

"Your turtle shell has fallen over."

Lin Xiaoyu screamed in fright and instinctively closed her eyes.

However, just as Lin Feng's chop was about to touch Chen Yifan's throat, a sudden change occurred.

Chen Yifan's body blurred in an instant, like a reflection in water, and then with a "poof," it vanished into thin air.

Space flickers!

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted to a dangerous pinpoint.

This feeling...

It's definitely not an F-rank skill!

He abruptly stopped, a sense of extreme danger rising from the depths of his heart.

Are you looking for me?

A calm, almost icy voice sounded behind him.

Lin Feng's body froze instantly.

He slowly turned around and saw a scene he would never forget.

Chen Yifan had appeared five meters behind him without him noticing.

He still had that harmless look, even with a lazy smile on his face.

But his eyes changed.

That is no longer the fear and innocence of the weak.

Rather, it is a bottomless tranquility.

Like the sea before a storm, beneath the surface lie undercurrents powerful enough to swallow everything.

"Spatial abilities...? How do you know that...?"

"wrong!"

"It's you, it really is you..."

Lin Feng's voice was hoarse. His suspicions were confirmed at this moment, followed by an even more raging anger and greed.

Give it back to me!

He went berserk and turned to pounce on Chen Yifan again.

This time, he held nothing back.

The wind element around him went completely berserk.

Dozens of crescent-shaped cyan wind blades appeared out of thin air.

Like a high-speed rotating meat grinder, it blocked all of Chen Yifan's possible escape routes.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to cut steel into shreds, Chen Yifan simply stood there quietly.

Then, he silently recited it in his mind.

Lightning speed, activated.

Om-!

The world, having lost its color and sound, has transformed into a slow-motion painting composed of black and white lines.

Those dozens of deadly wind blades were now in his eyes.

It was like a piece of paper drifting slowly by.

The trajectory and rotation angle of each flight path were clearly presented in his mind.

too slow.

Chen Yifan even had the leisure to mentally make a comment.

His body sank slightly, moving through the gaps in the wind blades in a posture that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Turn to the side, lower your head, twist your waist, and lift your foot.

His every movement was extremely simple, yet exquisitely subtle, as if it were an innate instinct.

To outsiders, it was a sight that would send chills down anyone's spine.

Chen Yifan's figure moved as if strolling leisurely through the impenetrable storm of wind blades, without even a single piece of his clothing being touched.

He was like a top-notch dancer, performing an elegant waltz on the edge of a knife.

"This...this is impossible!"

Lin Feng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He didn't immediately realize that the opponent was using his innate skill.

He was immersed in the sheer absurdity.

His prized area-of-effect attacks were somehow dodged by his opponent in such an unbelievable way, leaving him completely unharmed.

What terrifying dynamic visual and neural reaction speeds would that require?

Is this really something that an F-rank talent, [Hand Speed ​​Boost], can achieve?

He's kidding me!

Just as Lin Feng was reeling from the shock, Chen Yifan had already broken through the wind blades and appeared before him.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

Chen Yifan looked up and gave him a bright smile.

Then, a clean and decisive knee strike landed hard on Lin Feng's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Lin Feng's body arched up instantly like a boiled shrimp, his face contorted with pain.

He felt as if his internal organs were out of place, and a sour feeling rushed to his throat.

Before he could even recover...

Chen Yifan's other hand had already stretched out with lightning speed.

They grabbed his wrist, which he instinctively clutched at his stomach in pain.

Then it suddenly pulled downwards.

At the same time, he thrust his elbow upwards forcefully.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Lin Feng's wrist was broken.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream finally erupted from Lin Feng's throat.

The exchange was so swift that Fatty Wang and Lin Xiaoyu didn't even have time to react.

One second ago, Chen Yifan was on the verge of death.

The next second, the arrogant C-level genius Lin Feng was already kneeling on the ground, clutching his broken wrist, wailing in pain.

Fatty Wang stared with his mouth agape, feeling as if his worldview was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.

His brother... wasn't he supposed to have zero hand-to-hand combat ability?

These clean and crisp joint techniques, these ruthless and decisive attacks, are even more standard than the textbook!

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

Chen Yifan looked down at Lin Feng, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Having your most precious thing taken away will hurt ten thousand times more than this."

Lin Feng raised his head, his face covered in sweat, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You admitted it... It really was you!"

"What did I admit to?"

Chen Yifan feigned surprise and shrugged.

"I'm just saying, I'm a victim too. Look, you injured my brother and almost killed me. My fragile heart has suffered severe trauma. You have to compensate me for this emotional distress, right?"

"puff--"

Looking at his innocent yet shameless face, Lin Feng was consumed by rage and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He finally realized that he had been wrong from the very beginning.

This guy is not some pathetic wretch who's been scared out of his wits at all.

He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, the most cunning and insidious of wolves!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Feng went completely mad. He endured the excruciating pain and used his remaining left hand to channel his spiritual energy, instantly forming an even more solid wind blade.

However, just as he was preparing to launch a suicidal attack...

A series of heavy, hurried footsteps.

It came from the darkness deep within the cave.

The sound was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, each strike causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Accompanying the footsteps was a roar filled with authority and violence.

"roar--!"

This roar was completely different from that of ordinary goblins; it was full of power and oppression.

Chen Yifan's expression changed for the first time.

He suddenly looked up into the depths of darkness.

A figure more than twice the size of a normal goblin slowly emerged from the darkness.

It is over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over its body and an ominous dark red skin.

On its head was a helmet made of some kind of beast's skull, and two ghostly blue flames burned in its eyes.

In its hand, instead of a simple iron bar or pickaxe, it held a huge mace covered in rust and dark red bloodstains.

It wore a pieced-together, tattered metal armor, with a hideous skull mark engraved on its chest.

【Goblin Elite Captain (Elite) - Lv.10】

In an instant, a description of this monster from the forum's strategy guide flashed into Chen Yifan's mind.

—"They are the overseers of the mine."

A true killing machine.

Each one possesses strength and intelligence far exceeding those of its peers.

If you encounter it, run away immediately; do not harbor any illusions.