Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Yi Zanglan had never met He Rui before, but Du Songzi had described him as having a blue birthmark on the upper left corner of his forehead, a round nose, and thick lips, making him easy to identify.

As soon as she gestured, Ling Ye walked out from the hidden door. He looked at He Rui coldly, without any extra expression, and only answered in a deep voice.

"It's him."

"Well, that name doesn't quite fit either," Yi Zanglan sighed. "With such a round and blunt appearance, why call yourself He Rui? You should be called He Dun. Didn't the members of the Hunter Time and Space team give you any feedback?"

"..."

"That birthmark looks strangely familiar. Don't all piglets that pass the slaughterhouse inspection have this kind of stamp?"

"..."

He Rui was furious, really furious. He cared a lot about his image, and not being handsome enough was a source of great anxiety for him. This was even one of the reasons why he disliked Ling Ye in the first place.

However, his teammates, who were close to him, usually flattered him, so he mostly forgot about it.

As a result, the team is currently broadcasting live, and everyone has witnessed him being verbally humiliated by this woman, who directly hit his sore spot.

"It's tasteless to attack someone's appearance, and you don't seem to have much manners either." He couldn't help but retort, "I thought Ling Ye would find a decent backer after leaving the team, but who knew he was nothing special. It'll make us a laughing stock if word gets out."

Yi Zanglan wasn't angry. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Speak human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts. When it comes to someone like you who is neither human nor ghost, I just like to speak the truth."

"..."

"Captain He, this is our first meeting. I've wanted to meet you several times, but you're so cowardly and afraid of death. After issuing a kill order against Ling Ye, you started spending a lot of money to lock your own account—what, do you have nightmares at night and cry in your bed, thinking that anyone who binds themselves to the game can kill you? Are you really that afraid of death?"

"...I've looked into Captain Yi. You came straight from a mental hospital into the game, and you often talk nonsense. I don't bother arguing with lunatics." He Rui gritted his teeth in hatred, trying his best to control his expression so that he could speak these words with righteous indignation. "I hate betrayal more than anything in my life. Ling Ye is a traitor to Hunter Time and Space. He is ungrateful and harmed his teammates. Issuing a kill order is his punishment—don't be too smug. He can betray me, and he can betray you in the future."

Yi Zanglan laughed, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes. She looked him up and down as if he were a worthless prey, her eyes filled with calm contempt.

"It's just a cooperative relationship. You say it's a favor to you, and you have the nerve to talk about betrayal?" she said. "Captain He, don't judge others by your own standards and think everyone is a fool."

Before she finished speaking, she lightly raised the folding fan in her hand, as if conveying some kind of message.

Ling Ye immediately stepped forward, and at the same moment, He Rui, sensing something was wrong, quickly pushed Feng Yuan in front of him.

"Da Yuan, I never thought you were inferior to Ling Ye. With your strength, you are fully capable of being on par with him. You can prove it to the whole team."

These words naturally struck a chord with Feng Yuan. Back then, Ling Ye was the absolute focus in the Hunter Time and Space. Wherever Ling Ye was, no one would give him a second glance, even though he believed that he was no less than Ling Ye in any aspect.

This is a good opportunity, and it's time to wake those people up. The so-called "wild king" is nothing but a hollow name.

As Feng Yuan thought this, his expression gradually became extremely fierce, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, his gaze fixed intently on Ling Ye.

"I've wanted to test for a long time just how strong the jungler is without weapons and skills."

Ling Ye coldly replied, "That's all you're good for."

"Enough talk, let's get started!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yuan swung his sword, delivering a vicious blow straight to Ling Ye's head.

Ling Ye suddenly leaned back, tensing his waist and abdomen, and used a Vajra Iron Bridge move to dodge the blade. At the same time, he pressed his fists in front of his chest, creating a stepping stone for Yi Zanglan behind him.

Yi Zanglan flipped and leaped up, using her toes for leverage, and gracefully swept past Feng Yuan in mid-air like a black butterfly, landing in front of He Rui in an instant.

"Captain He, where are we going?"

As she swung her fan at him, He Rui quickly parried with his entrenching tool, only to find that the iron fan was much heavier than he had imagined, and it struck with tremendous force.

The metal clashed, the entrenching tool humming incessantly. He was thrown back in a disheveled state by the powerful force, his expression one of horror.

But Yi Zanglan had no intention of giving him a chance to breathe. She attacked repeatedly with her iron fan, her moves flexible and unpredictable, blocking his way from both sides, leaving him with no way to avoid it or counterattack, and he could only defend passively.

"I've heard there are many powerful individuals in the Hunter's Dimension. How did you become the captain? Are you worthy? Can you command respect?" She launched a fierce attack while constantly provoking him with words that pierced his heart. "Back then, you begged Ling Ye to join the team, demanding his value, yet fearing he would overshadow you. So you took advantage of his soft heart and loyalty, bullying and isolating him, even trying to kill him—does denying something mean it doesn't exist?"

"..."

"Don't the members of the Time Hunters fear you? You dark-hearted scum, a rat in the sewers, you achieve your goals by stepping on others. Aren't you afraid that one day you'll stab them in the back?"

"...You bitch, you're talking nonsense!"

He Rui was completely enraged and embarrassed. He exerted force with both hands and suddenly swung his entrenching tool at her.

Yi Zanglan spun around to dodge, the sharp edge of the entrenching tool grazing her ear. In the instant their bodies crossed, she raised her iron fan to block, then flipped her wrist and flicked the entire fan away.

The edge of the fan, sharpened to a blade, reflected a chilling light under the maze lamps. Before He Rui could even swing his shovel a second time, he felt a chill in his arm as Yi Canglan slashed his shoulder, drawing blood.

With a sharp "snap," Yi Zanglan quickly closed the folding fan and struck He Rui's joint with the fan bone. He Rui lost his grip due to the excruciating pain, and the entrenching tool slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He rushed to pick it up, but Yi Canglan kicked him over, causing him to kneel heavily on the ground.

Yi Zanglan's riding boots stepped on his back, forcing him to bend over even deeper, his face almost touching the ground.

She flung the fan open again, grabbed his hair to make him look up, and pressed the tip of the fan against his neck.

"Captain He, say hello to the team members in the live broadcast room." Her tone was extremely gentle. "Let them see what true ingratitude looks like. This is the reward you deserve."

"..."

"You will receive this reward many more times until the end of the team competition."

The next second, the fan blade pierced through, severing his throat without any resistance.

He Rui tilted his head, opened his eyes wide in anger, fell down, and died instantly.

Yi Zanglan casually kicked his corpse aside, turned her head and looked not far away, seeing that Ling Ye had also dealt with Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan lay on the ground, his face and chest covered in blood and gore, showing that the ordeal had been horrific.

Ling Ye lowered his eyes and adjusted the position of the knuckle duster, thick blood dripping down the metal knuckles.

He also appeared to have been punched; there was a bruise around his lip with faint traces of blood, but it was nothing serious.

Yi Zanglan walked over, raised her hand and gently pinched his chin, examining him carefully.

"Thankfully it wasn't serious, otherwise even if we could recover back in the viewing area, it would still inevitably affect our team's image."

Ling Ye chuckled softly, humbly accepting the criticism: "I will be more careful next time."

OK.

The two gave each other a high five as usual and were about to continue walking forward when they heard footsteps coming from around a bend in the maze.