Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 145 Betrayal, Novice Scholar Su Xi!

Huma turned around and led the way.

Xiren walked at the very back of the group, always keeping a safe distance from Huma, his mind in turmoil.

As he was pondering, Huma, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around and said in a low voice, "That wild boar is resting in a bush right now. When we get closer, as long as the two of you can hold it back from the front and prevent it from getting near me, I can use the spiritual rope to tightly bind its four legs from behind."

Huma paused for a moment, then continued, "Once it's immobilized, I'll slowly kill it from a distance using the Fire Line Talisman. That's the safest way."

Green nodded, agreeing that the tactic was reasonable.

As he spoke, Huma casually remarked, "Oh, by the way, to make it easier for me to precisely control your movements with the spiritual rope from behind and avoid accidental injury, I've tied the other end of the spiritual rope to your wrists. How does that sound?"

Xilun's eyes instantly turned cold.

Without pausing, he immediately and coldly refused, "If that's the case, then forget it. You should find someone else."

Xilun's tone was firm and unwavering: "I don't have the habit of entrusting such absolute trust to a complete stranger I've just met."

Tie a rope around your wrist? That's handing your life over to your hands.

Upon hearing this, Shuma's expression stiffened slightly.

She seemed surprised by Xilun's high level of vigilance and quickly put on an apologetic expression, explaining, "I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous. I'm just used to cooperating with my former teammates like this."

"How about this?" Huma conceded a step. "After all, my physique is not as good as your melee extraordinary individuals, and I can't withstand the head-on impact of the wild boar. When the battle starts, let me stay ten meters behind you to provide support."

Green patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry. As a mercenary, I'm a professional."

It's just a wounded animal; it can't touch you.

The group walked slowly through the thick fog for about ten minutes.

The view ahead suddenly opened up, and Huma stopped, pointing ahead and saying, "That small mound up ahead is it. You can peek out and see; it's definitely an injured wild boar mutant."

Xilun pressed himself against a thick tree trunk, following the line of sight Huma was pointing at.

About three thousand meters ahead, in a thicket of bushes, lay a huge, dark figure.

That was indeed a wild boar.

Its size is astonishing; even when it lies on the ground, it looks like a small mountain of flesh.

By the dim moonlight, Xilun could clearly see that the wild boar had a huge, deep laceration on its back, with the flesh around the wound turned outwards and showing an eerie dark red color.

He turned his head and glanced again at Huma standing behind him.

The woman's expression was calm, but her eyes were fixed on the wild boar, revealing a hint of greed.

After a moment's hesitation, and confirming that there were no other ambushes around, Xilun nodded and said, "Alright, let's make our move."

Green drew his machete from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the night.

"Let's go up there as soon as possible, get under control and resolve this quickly so we can go back and rest," Green said in a low voice.

He even began to feel a secret sense of smugness.

I'm really lucky today. I met a generous employer, and this deal looks very easy. I got 5 pounds for free.

Siren drew his knight's short sword from his waist and stood about a body length behind Green.

His expression was thoughtful, and the "Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique" within his body had been activated to its limit, his muscles ready to unleash terrifying power at any moment.

The two men, one in front and one behind, slowly approached the wild boar, stepping on the fallen leaves.

When they were about fifteen meters away from the wild boar...

The wild boar, which had been resting with its eyes closed, suddenly twitched its nose violently twice and made a heavy "grunt" sound.

It suddenly raised its enormous head, its bloodshot eyes shining like two red lanterns in the darkness.

The wild boar's gaze bypassed Green, who was walking in front, and locked onto Xiren behind it!

On the other side, Huma, who was standing at a safe distance behind the group, did not take out the spiritual rope as she had promised.

She silently took out a talisman with flame patterns from her sleeve, her lips moved slightly, and she began to chant rapidly.

As she chanted, a faint, deathly gray magical glow emerged from her palms.

Susie, who had been standing silently beside Daisy, keenly observed this scene.

She looked at the gray magic in Huma's hand and suddenly spoke, her voice particularly abrupt in the silent forest: "Your magic—why is it gray?"

Daisy was taken aback by Susie's words and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Gray magic? What's wrong with gray magic?"

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Huma stopped chanting, turned her head, and gave Susie a cold look.

The kind smile that once graced that withered face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a look of resentment and chilling menace.

"That bitch Desura did indeed take on a clever disciple."

Huma's words became extremely calm, no longer showing any gentle pretense, "Unfortunately, you are not my disciple."

Since they cannot be used by me, then I can only die.

The moment she finished speaking, the talisman she had been holding for so long was fully activated!

Susie blinked, showing no panic in the face of the sudden murderous intent.

A blazing line of fire shot out from Huma's talisman, like a fiery serpent baring its fangs, heading straight for Susie's face.

The next moment, a dazzling golden flame lit up in Susie's delicate white hands.

The seven ghostly flames that had been surrounding her instantly materialized, and two of them, under her mental control, stood like shields in front of her and Daisy, forcefully withstanding the deadly line of fire.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The two golden flames trembled violently under the impact of the fire line, and were eventually scattered into specks of golden light.

But the line of fire was still full of vigor, only its light had dimmed slightly.

Seeing this, Huma couldn't help but sigh, his tone full of jealousy: "That old man really taught a good disciple."

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was already a novice occultist.

This talent—why?!

Susie also became serious at this moment.

Her chubby little face turned extremely serious, and she puffed up her cheeks in anger.

As she chewed the half-eaten jerky in her mouth, she pointed at Huma and said, "Gray magic, full of death and decay."

So you're the mysterious scholar of the Raven School! No wonder my mentor said you're all a bunch of lunatics!

As she spoke, Susie reached into her bag with both hands at the same time, pulled out two talismans, and began to chant rapidly.

Huma's expression hardened, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Dual chanting? It seems I must kill you today!"

As Susie sang, she forcefully pulled Daisy, who hadn't yet reacted, behind her and shielded her with her body.

At the same time, the battle situation on the earthen slope also took a turn for the better.

Green and Celen cautiously approached the bushes.

The wild boar stared wide-eyed at Xilun.

Its face was red from congestion, and its thick forelegs were pawing at the soil, stirring up large patches of grass roots.

The wound on its back tore open again due to the tension in its muscles, and blood flowed freely, but it seemed to feel no pain, and its whole body exuded a ferocious aura of relentless rage.

It looked like it was about to swoop down at us any second.

Xilun was suddenly startled.

He did nothing, and even his murderous intent was well concealed. Why did this wild boar ignore Green, who was walking in front, and immediately focus all its attention on him?

This wild boar was terrifyingly large; its two tusks were as thick as an adult's arm, and it looked to weigh at least a ton.

Once he stood up, he was about the same height as Daisy, around 1.6 meters, and his black skin looked like it was covered with a layer of iron armor.

"boom!"

Without giving Xilun much time to think, the wild boar suddenly exerted force with its four hooves, charging down like an out-of-control steam train.

It moves incredibly fast, carrying a suffocating, fishy stench that leaves no room for reaction.

Xiren slammed his legs off the ground, unleashing the full power of Berello's kicking technique.

He was like a falling leaf, and at the moment the wild boar charged, he narrowly moved three meters to the left.

The wild boar missed its target, but did not follow up by crashing into the trees behind it.

Its massive body displayed a level of agility that was disproportionate to its size.

Its four hooves carved four deep furrows in the ground, forcibly stopping its body, then it suddenly turned around and adjusted its position again.

Its blood-red eyes remained fixed on Xilun, as if there was something about Xilun that drove it mad and it was determined to kill him.

Siren leaped and rolled through the woods, dodging the wild boar's deadly charges time and time again.

His mind raced: "What's going on? Why is he chasing me? Am I just having bad luck today?"

During a close call, Xilun glanced out of the corner of his eye at the direction of the camp.

He was shocked to discover that Huma and Susie were actually fighting! Firelight and golden light clashed repeatedly in the night.

"Shuma has betrayed us!"

The thought flashed through Xiren's mind like lightning.

He instantly connected all the dots: Huma's deliberate manipulation, the strange bet, the sachet forced upon him—

"A sachet!"

Xilun suddenly realized that it wasn't some kind of animal-friendly fragrance at all; it was bait that could drive alien species completely mad and make them fixate on the source of the scent!

Huma never intended to hire them from the beginning; she wanted to use this wild boar to kill someone else!

Having figured out the reasons, Xilun did not hesitate at all.

Just as the wild boar charged again, he ripped the dark red sachet from his inner pocket and threw it forcefully toward a thick oak tree to the side.

The sachet traced a parabola in the air.

The wild boar's blood-red eyes instantly followed the sachet. It abandoned its pursuit of Xilun, and its massive body, propelled by inertia, forcibly twisted its direction, frantically burrowing towards the spot where the sachet had fallen.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

The wild boar's hard skull slammed into the oak tree that took several people to encircle.

The entire tree shook violently, and countless withered yellow leaves fell like raindrops.

The dark red sachet was crushed against the tree trunk by the wild boar, instantly shattering into tiny pieces, with the powder inside scattering all over the ground.

Xilun landed steadily on a tree trunk and nodded slightly.

"It really was this thing that was causing the trouble."

Green stood not far away, completely unaware of what had just happened.

He only saw the wild boar chasing Xilun like a madman, and then suddenly, as if it had a brain fart, it turned around and crashed headfirst into a big tree.

The wild boar was thrown off balance by the enormous recoil, its massive body swaying and becoming somewhat unsteady on its feet.

Although Green was slow-witted, his fighting instincts were extremely sharp.

"Great opportunity!" Green's eyes lit up.

When he was ambushed by the bandit Bart at the camp, he didn't even have a chance to draw his knife, and he felt utterly humiliated.

Now, a sturdy machete is firmly held in his hand.

He roared, and the blood and energy of the first-level baptized person erupted.

Like a tiger descending a mountain, Green leaped high into the air, gripped the machete tightly with both hands, and used the force of his fall to slash fiercely at the already deep, bone-revealing wound on the wild boar's back!

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

Green's strike was powerful and heavy, tearing open the wild boar's wounds and creating a terrifying bloodstain that was half a meter long.

Scalding hot pig's blood splattered like a fountain, soaking Green all over.

"Roar—!" The wild boar let out a mournful cry.

Green shouted excitedly, "Quick! Xilun, strike while the iron is hot! If the two of us work together, we can take it down right now!"

However, when he looked back with anticipation, he found that Xilun's figure had disappeared from the well.

Xilun was darting through the treetops, speeding towards the camp.

"You hold off this monster by yourself! I'll be right back!" Xilun's icy voice drifted from afar.

Green stood frozen in place, staring at the boar-like mutant in front of him, which had gone completely mad from the intense pain and whose eyes had turned blood red again. He subconsciously swallowed hard.

"Me—alone?!" Green's voice trembled.

He turned his head and saw that the black-skinned wild boar was completely enraged, its eyes wide open, staring intently at Green in front of it.

The mouth began to growl fiercely: "Roar!"

At the edge of the camp, the fighting had reached a fever pitch.

Susie swallowed the last bite of dried meat, her hands constantly making Lang marks.

The golden ghostly flames in front of her continued to dissipate under the constant burning of the fire line, making a hissing sound.

However, as Deshura's most prized disciple, Susie's abilities far exceeded Huma's expectations.

The power of the old spell had just been exhausted, and a new spell was already being generated at her fingertips.

The deadly line of fire was originally three meters away from the two of them.

However, as a veteran scholar who had spent twelve years immersing himself in this realm, Huma's magical reserves were simply too abundant.

Under her constant urging and pressure, the fire line, like a venomous viper, tore through the golden light defense and approached Jing Fang, who was less than a meter in front of Susie.

The intense heat caused Susie's hair to curl slightly on her forehead.

Hugh looked at Susie, who was struggling to stay afloat, his eyes filled with a gloomy light, and his tone revealed a morbid pleasure: "Your talent is indeed remarkable. If I give you a few years, I will definitely not be your match."

"However—so what? You're just a novice scholar, and judging by the solidity of your magic, you must have only recently advanced, right?"

The black tattoos on Huma's face writhed slightly as she channeled her magic, making them appear ferocious and terrifying.

"And I've been stuck at the junior scholar level for a full twelve years! Twelve years!"

Huma's voice suddenly rose, filled with endless resentment, "Do you know how I've survived these past twelve years?"

How could you high and mighty geniuses possibly understand the despair of us lowly scholars!

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