Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

In a 1v3 situation, they should have the upper hand.

But a monster that even Zhang Qilu found troublesome is not so easy to deal with.

Wang Zhi's original skills were only considered below average in the Wang family. His greatest strength was scientific research. After being resurrected, he became much stronger, not to mention the annoying insects.

Countless tiny black insects, as fine as dust, swarmed out. Shen Mingchao, who already hated insects, felt itchy all over and immediately thought of going to the supermarket to stock up on a hundred boxes of insecticide.

Given the current situation, she had no time to think. She held her breath and focused her mind, cooperating seamlessly with Zhang Haixia and Wang Can. The three of them surrounded her from three sides, each move ruthless and vicious, blocking all escape routes.

Shen Mingchao seized the opportunity, cleaved through the swarm of insects with a single slash, and thrust it toward Wang Zhi's heart.

However, her attack was detected by Wang Zhi.

The other person easily dodged to the side, the blade only slicing across the back of his hand. Wang Zhi then slapped her shoulder.

The two parted ways.

Due to inertia, Shen Mingchao staggered backward uncontrollably until a steady hand touched her back in time and supported her firmly.

"Are you alright?"

An anxious male voice reached my ears.

Shen Mingchao shook his head and gave Zhang Haixia a reassuring look.

"I'm fine."

She rotated her aching shoulder, gripped the knife hilt tightly again, and her gaze sharp as a blade.

On the other side, Wang Zhi glanced at the small wound on the back of his hand, where blood was seeping out. But there was no pain on his face; instead, a morbid excitement surged in his eyes.

[Do you remember? Back in the Wang family's training grounds, you took on multiple opponents single-handedly. I couldn't even get close to you, and none of the younger generation could match you. In the end, they secretly gave you a nickname—the Wang family monster.]

[But now, you are no longer worthy of being called a monster.]

[Wang Han, you've gotten weaker]

That's true.

Even though she regained her memories and gained strength, her physique was still no match for Li Han, who had received proper training.

However, this does not mean that she has actually become weaker.

During the fight, she discovered something.

A warm current was flowing through her meridians, and her body was absorbing the power she had gained from Zhang Qilin, so much so that her moves became more and more skillful.

No matter how great your memory or abilities are, without practical experience, they are just empty talk.

She just happens to need a sparring partner right now.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips with interest, his eyes shining brightly as if he had spotted a prey that suited his taste.

"Wang Zhi, I've noticed you've become quite talkative lately. No wonder you have so many bugs on you; you're just like them, buzzing around and annoying."

"I'd like to see how many bugs are on your body!"

After speaking, Shen Mingchao slid sideways with his feet, circled around to Wang Zhi's side, and slashed down with his short sword.

The opponent was prepared and suddenly blocked with his elbow.

The two forces collided, forcing her to take a half-step back, her wrist slightly numb.

No—that's not enough!

Come again!

Shen Mingchao became increasingly excited, launching a rapid and fierce attack.

The short sword drew bright arcs in the air, slicing countless small insects to pieces. Their remains fell to the ground with a rustling sound, and the impenetrable insect wall gradually developed gaps.

Shen Mingchao couldn't remember how long the battle lasted; he only remembered that the more he fought, the more exhilarated he felt.

The fighting techniques that once existed only in my memory are now fully integrated into my body. A warm current flows through my body, my muscles and bones relax, and my moves become increasingly fluid and graceful.

finally--

As the last poisonous insect in front of her was severed, she suddenly lunged forward, the tip of her blade aimed directly at Wang Zhi's throat.

Danger was imminent. Wang Zhi's steps were strange as he drifted backward. After barely avoiding the attack, he was about to continue urging the swarm of insects when he discovered that there was nothing under his robe.

Shen Mingchao also noticed this, and a cold yet arrogant smile appeared on his lips: "The bugs are gone?"

"Then you'll have to face it yourself."

This time, without the swarm of insects, my ears were clear and my vision was wide open.

Shen Mingchao charged forward with his sword drawn, once again aiming straight for Wang Zhi's throat!

Without the cover of the insect swarm, Wang Zhi gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and could only retreat in a sorry state, passively dodging.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and horror surged in his heart.

He couldn't believe it.

Shen Mingchao in front of us is getting stronger and stronger as the fight goes on!

The long-buried shadow of the Wang family resurfaced, and the suffocating sense of absolute oppression that Wang Han brought on the training ground back then instantly seized his mind.

The cold light approached his eyes, moving so fast that he could only instinctively raise his hand to block.

The next second, the sharp blade severed his right hand at the wrist!

Intense pain swept through his body, but Shen Mingchao's attack remained fierce. Wang Zhi endured the pain and turned his head to dodge. After several close calls, he was caught off guard and the tip of the knife pierced his left eye.

【ah--!!】

A heart-wrenching scream pierced through his throat.

With things having come to this point, Wang Zhi knew that his defeat was inevitable, so when the cold light struck for the third time, he no longer dodged.

The blade sliced ​​through his throat once more. This time, Shen Mingchao was clearly using all his strength and was in a bloodthirsty rage. He not only cut his throat but also beheaded him with a single blow.

The head detached from the neck and rolled to the ground.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath her feet and splattering onto Shen Mingchao's cheek and clothes. The strong smell of blood made her feel nauseous.

She stood there, knife in hand, her chest heaving violently, still caught up in the fight.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a sinister voice suddenly rang out, instantly freezing her body in place.

Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw my sanity plummeting.

It was the severed head that was speaking!

The horror was no less than some of the bizarre videos she had come across: headless chickens running on the ground; skinned frogs jumping in a plate.

You think you killed me? You think you won?

Don't be naive, this is just a substitute for me.

You can't kill me, you can't kill me, you can't kill me...

Like a demon's whisper, it slowly echoed in the air.

Shen Mingchao watched helplessly as the severed head and mangled body turned to ashes, which were quickly dispersed by the wind.

All that remained was a pool of blood.

With the outcome decided and the fighting spirit fading, reason returned.

Her arm, gripping the knife handle, trembled uncontrollably.

This is not a plot from a book, nor a fragment of memory—it is she, Shen Mingchao, who had the thought of killing someone and actually beheaded someone.

Even though she was just a stand-in, this kind of shock that crossed the line left her stunned.

Like a sharpened knife or a dog that has bitten someone, some things, once crossed, are irreversible.

But she doesn't regret it!

In a life-or-death situation, to hesitate is tantamount to suicide.

Just then, a cautious voice called out from behind.

"Ming... Ming Dynasty..."

She turned around at the sound, her gaze sweeping over the area, her eyebrows twitching sharply.

Damn it, when did so many people gather in this courtyard? She didn't even notice?!