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"Blue Dream?"

Li Ang exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't expected Mo Lan to make a move at this time, and to immediately sever the wrathful viscount's hand.

The last time they met, Mo Lan was being dominated by Viscount Sharp Blade.

The viscount lived up to his reputation for rage. After Mo Lan severed his hand, he not only did not retreat, but instead directly caused the progenitor virus in his body to enter a berserk state.

In this state, the progenitor virus rapidly repaired the viscount's body, while simultaneously raising his danger level beyond that of an earl.

When the Viscount is in a berserk state, his danger level is around 3.1, and his base attributes are greatly increased.

Above level 3, every 0.1 level difference makes a world of difference.

"He wants a quick victory!"

Li Ang shouted.

His calculations were correct; the wrathful viscount, though seemingly reckless, had calculated things very clearly.

In a one-against-two situation, he must first eliminate either Mo Lan or Li Ang as quickly as possible.

The enraged viscount's rapidly regenerating fist was about to strike the unsuspecting Mo Lan.

Given Mo Lan's current physical attributes of high offense and low defense, if he were to be hit by this punch, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

At the critical moment, the lightning around him roared continuously.

Thunderclap Flash - Six-Hit Combo!

His body changed direction without warning in mid-air, and made six rapid advances at an extremely fast speed.

Each charge was accompanied by a crimson glint of blade.

"Pfft!!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Lan landed with his knife, and the wrathful viscount's entire arm was neatly severed by him.

"This human...!!"

Beneath the wrathful viscount's ferocious pupils lay utter shock.

At that moment, Li Ang's attack followed closely behind; his holy relic greatsword was also a dangerous weapon for the raging Viscount.

He was utterly perplexed at that moment.

Damn it, I'm just a viscount, what makes me think I can wake up one day and run into two of the vampires' natural enemies: a sacred relic and a breathing technique?

These are not the things he should be dealing with!

Damn it, I don't care anymore, I'm going to explode!

"Aaaaaah!"

The enraged viscount roared, his body doubling in size, his severed limbs regenerating, and instantly tearing his leather coat apart.

He raised his newly formed arm and, using the physical attributes of the Earl-level virus, withstood Li Ang's greatsword.

Then, the enraged viscount seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful punch, sending Li Ang flying into the crowd.

Just then, a chill suddenly came from behind him.

The enraged viscount initially thought it was an attack from Mo Lan.

But the next second, an incredibly cold dagger, imbued with murderous intent, pierced through his muscles and precisely struck his heart.

"Who!?!" The enraged viscount turned around in terror.

It's A-Qiu.

Despite her petite stature, the girl unleashed a speed even faster than Mo Lan the instant the enraged viscount revealed a weakness.

It even used incredible power to completely ignore the wrathful viscount's extremely high physical attributes.

It's important to understand that this isn't a form of ability countering like Mo Lan's; it's a complete disregard!

Therefore, A Qiu's backstabbing move directly triggered the wrathful viscount's stiffness.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of stiffness, Mo Lan lowered his body slightly in the distance, and the crimson lightning on the blade roared continuously.

This is the best opportunity, so...

Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form: Fire Thunder God!

And there's the fucking electric current driving it, I command you, all of you, get it bulging up!

boom!

Mo Lan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only the earth shattered like a spider web in an instant.

This strike was a killing blow delivered with all his might; it was a matter of life and death if it failed.

In the blink of an eye, a crimson blade flashed across the wrathful viscount's neck.

All the shock on the other person's face remained frozen at that last moment.

Glug glug....

The enormous head rolled to the ground.

The giant-like body eventually collapsed and began to burn in the lingering wind.

Until his death, the wrathful viscount felt incredibly aggrieved.

If A Qiu hadn't stabbed it, it would have had a chance to avoid Mo Lan's fatal injury.

"Is it over?"

Colonel Andrei, clutching his broken arm, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

When he was targeted by this monster, he really thought he was going to die.

"Very good."

Li Ang and A Qiu also breathed a sigh of relief, just as they were about to catch their breath...

"thumping!!"

A gunshot rang out, instantly striking Colonel Andrei in the head and exploding his skull into a cloud of blood mist.

thump!

Andrei's body fell to the ground.

"Colonel!!"

His guards were shocked by what they saw and immediately raised their guns, unleashing a barrage of fire at the source of the bullets.

"There are more people?! Wait, why are there guns?!"

In an instant, Li Ang and the others were filled with shock and confusion.

Mo Lan also frowned subconsciously.

"What a useless piece of trash..."

The raging viscount's head, which was gradually dissipating, rolled down with a "gurgle" to the side of a man deep inside the underground palace.

The colonel's guards rained bullets down on him, but they were all blocked by an infinite force field, having no effect whatsoever.

The other party crushed the wrathful viscount's head with a single stomp and slowly walked out.

What followed was an incredibly powerful pressure descending upon everyone.

The suffocating feeling, like a python coiling around him, caused A Qiu's wrists and shoulders to tremble involuntarily.

The man who emerged from the shadows had neatly trimmed black hair and an incredibly strong body.

He looked almost identical to a human, except for his eyes, which were blue, a deep, unfathomable blue.

He had a scar on the corner of his mouth, held a gun in one hand, and looked at Mo Lan and the others with a calm gaze.

The game of fate has finally given a warning.

[Attention players, you have encountered the boss-level character in this dungeon: Ji Zhou.]

Ji Zhou's gaze fell on Mo Lan, and he slowly stretched his shoulders:

"So you're the human who knows breathing techniques? What's your name? Never mind... it doesn't matter anyway, I'm just doing this for money."

Mo Lan was puzzled.

"Taking money to do things? What does that mean? Who is this person?"

After warming up, Kishu raised his pistol, aimed it at Mo Lan, and pulled the trigger.

"Ding!"

Mo Lan's Moon Shadow Blade veered off course, sending the bullet flying.

"You reacted quickly..." Kishu raised an eyebrow and praised him.

Sa!

The next second, Mo Lan felt a gust of wind blowing in her face—it was Ji Zhou!

The opponent had already rushed in front of him, the gun in his hand had disappeared, and in its place was a strangely shaped dagger.

Something's not right!

Mo Lan's heart skipped a beat, because he sensed extreme danger in that dagger.

But by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

When Kishu attacked, Mo Lan instinctively raised her knife to block.

But as the other person disappeared from his sight, a bone-chilling coldness came from his side.

"It was a feint! We've been tricked!"

Mo Lan's pupils dilated in shock.

"Pfft—!"

Without giving Mo Lan any chance, Ji Zhou's dagger broke through all of Mo Lan's defenses at an extremely strange angle and plunged into his forehead.

Only then did a victor's smile appear on Ji Zhou's lips, and his voice reached Mo Lan's ears:

"Dawdling."

"This is the real battle, understand?"

Mo Lan immediately unleashed all her power, trying to grab the other party's dagger, but missed.

"Pfft!"

Ji Zhou pulled the dagger from Mo Lan's forehead and, with lightning speed, stabbed it through Mo Lan's chest. Then, with a sudden downward slash, he completely tore Mo Lan's chest apart.

Finally, there was a devastating whip kick.

"thumping!!"

A sonic boom exploded.

Mo Lan was as if she had struck it lucky; she was smashed into a distant mine cave, smashing through many supporting pillars in succession.

After that... there was no further news.

"What happened...?!"

Mo Lan, who had been thrown off balance by the U-23 rocket, fell onto the rubble in the mine, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Blood streamed down her forehead and chest.

Both of his wounds were fatal, damaging his head and heart in turn, demonstrating Kishu's extreme skill in killing.

That guy and himself.

"Completely...not in the same league."

Buzzing....

Mo Lan felt dizzy, clutching her forehead, with only a buzzing sound in her ears.

Blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, turning his vision blood red.

Besides the buzzing of bees, all I could hear was my own broken breathing.

Not long ago, the Earl's bloodline in the school had a normal danger level of only 3.5. Even after burning the blood of the True Ancestor, it only increased his lethality; he was still a glass cannon.

But this guy named Kishu is different; his danger level is at least 3.6, maybe even higher....

And this guy's speed is beyond human comprehension...

Isn't this level of boss a bit over the top?

"No...maybe I'm just too weak."

Mo Lan, who had collapsed on the pile of rubble, suddenly rejected her own idea.

Whether it was combat tactics or reaction speed, he was completely manipulated and outmaneuvered by his opponent.

"Am I going to die next...?"

Mo Lan covered his forehead as he saw everything in sight beginning to turn black.

Because the heart and brain were severely damaged one after the other, even the progenitor virus could not repair these two vital organs simultaneously.

If this continues, I'm sure to die...

Never mind, let's take a gamble!

Mo Lan began to actively abandon maintaining the current state, no longer caring about her heart, and instead focused all her remaining strength on her brain.

His breathing grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

pat.

Mo Lan's arm slipped down.

"Next."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Ji Zhou, who had defeated Mo Lan in just one round, turned his attention to the stunned Li Ang.

As one of the few remaining top-tier witchers in the American government, Leon's danger level is 2.9.

Ji Zhou looked at the greatsword in the other's hand, tilted his head and pondered for a moment before realizing:

"The Hundred Years' War? That's a bit troublesome."

Li Ang frowned. The relic in his hand was indeed named The Hundred Years' War. Since the other party recognized this weapon, they probably already knew its characteristics.

They're not easy to deal with...

Ji Zhou lowered his body slightly at this moment, as did Li Ang.

The two entered a state of full combat alert almost simultaneously, each focused solely on finding the other's weakness.

Suddenly, Kishu's pupils shifted slightly, glancing to the side, and he said coldly:

"You piece of trash over there, you better not even think about sneaking up on me, or you'll die a horrible death."

"...!"

Upon hearing this, the furtive Ah Qiu was so frightened that he almost dropped his weapon and quickly took two steps back.

From the moment she was detected by the other party, her attacks and speed, which could ignore defenses, became essentially ineffective.

"Ah Qiu, I'll hold him off! You go and save the people!" Li Ang said calmly.

Upon hearing this, A Qiu decisively turned around and went to find Mo Lan, whose fate was unknown.

Kishu's lips curled up slightly:

"Trying to hold me back...? Well, let's see."