Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

This position was too passive. Before Fu Zhengyang could strike again, Song Yuan used one hand to flip back into the corridor.

Is Fu Zhengyang the only one here? Where is Xu Jian? Qiao Ran's combat power is so low that he probably won't last long on the rooftop alone. With the current number of monsters spawning, he'll be wiped out in just a few seconds.

Fu Zhengyang stood in the center of the group of monsters. The long black whip seemed to be alive, wrapped around the necks of four or five monsters. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the whip actually had barbs.

Spikes pierce the monsters' skin, absorbing their blood amidst their agonizing screams, until they become desiccated corpses and are thrown out, only to then entangle the newly attacked monsters:

It truly lives up to the name of this skill: The Vampire at the End of the Road.

"You look terrible. Are you worried about your friend?"

Fu Zhengyang spread his right hand, and each of his fingers except his thumb was adorned with a computer USB drive—the poison material represented by Qiao Ran.

His tone was almost kind, just like an elder speaking to a younger person:

"It's a real shame, his situation is probably not very optimistic now. But I believe that kind of death was already quite lenient for him, don't you think? After all, your fate might be much worse than his. Instead of feeling sad for him, you should mourn for yourself."

"Don't talk to me in that disgusting tone."

Song Yuan glanced at him with disgust, estimating the length of the whip; it looked to be about seven meters long and could extend and retract freely. Once touched, it would act like a killer vine, frantically sucking blood.

"Oh dear, what happened? Are you giving up and getting stuck here? Poor thing~"

To make matters worse, An Xiaomei arrived as well. Her luck stat of 88 points was indeed impressive; she hadn't encountered any NPCs blocking her way along the way. After catching up with Song Yuan, she walked up to her unhurriedly, casually displaying her ten bright red fingernails.

Fu Zhengyang raised his hand and straightened his long whip. Several dried corpses, whose flesh and blood had been drained, were thrown over the railing and fell off the building with this action.

An Xiaomei approached her from behind:

"Aren't you going to use your weapons and talents? Still pretending at a time like this? Are you going to use that broken hammer to hit both of us?"

Song Yuan weighed the hammer in her hand and turned to face An Xiaomei.

She was assessing the likelihood of victory:

An Xiaomei posed no threat to her; in a one-on-one fight, she would almost certainly win if the space was open. The main concern was Fu Zhengyang's whip; its trajectory was unpredictable, and she would definitely be injured and bleed during the fight.

She had to escape and find Qiao Ran before her life force was completely drained.

Before the fight even started, the two opponents began fighting amongst themselves:

"Stop talking," Fu Zhengyang said, striding over with his whip in hand. He glared at An Xiaomei warningly. "You should remember that my order was for you to capture her alive, not to scratch her to death with your claws before I could execute her."

An Xiaomei, who had been in high spirits with her ten fingernails shining bright red, immediately deflated upon hearing Fu Zhengyang's words. She glared back angrily.

"You old bastard, who the hell are you talking to?! Do you think I'm your subordinate? Who the hell wants to be your subordinate? Do you really think you're so great that you have to act all high and mighty?!"

Fu Zhengyang's eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. The long whip, seemingly alive, was now brimming with power because of its owner's current mood, its tip gleaming as it pointed at An Xiaomei.

"Shut up! What kind of attitude is this? Do I have to beg and plead with you to do things for me?!"

Coincidentally, the evil version of An Xiaomei was the least likely to fall for his tricks. Upon hearing this, she even withdrew her claws.

"Fine, go ahead and beg me if you want. But be polite, or I might really back out and quit. What are you going to do about it!"

Fu Zhengyang rolled his eyes in anger. He was only in his fifties, but he felt like he was about to develop high blood pressure prematurely.

Song Yuan stood there for a long time, waiting for one of them to attack first. Taking advantage of An Xiaomei retracting her claws, she swung her hammer and charged forward:

Although the weapon was harmless, its deterrent effect was still there. An Xiaomei subconsciously raised her hand to block, her face showing an expression that said, "I already told you I wouldn't help him beat you up, why did you still hit me?!" She was then sent flying by a knee strike.

"idiot!"

Fu Zhengyang cursed and raised his whip—forget it, even without An Xiaomei, could an S-rank player like him not beat an E-rank? He alone could drain her blood dry!

"Guji—"

[Ding! Player "Song Yuan" has been attacked by player "Fu Zhengyang" and her health is gradually decreasing. Please heal your wounds immediately!]

Song Yuan gripped the whip tip tightly, the barbs piercing her flesh and frantically sucking her blood. Fu Zhengyang stared at her in disbelief:

His [Dominator's Whip] is an S-rank item. Just like a snake releases venom when it bites someone, this whip also releases corrosive liquid after piercing flesh—not a poison, but a corrosive liquid like strong acid, which will cause flesh to rot if touched.

Without any protective gear, she dared to grab it directly in her hand. Players who aren't tanks should have been in so much pain by now that their limbs were weak!

Fu Zhengyang's weight was negligible to her. Song Yuan even wrapped the whip around her hand an extra time to secure it, then pulled hard:

Fu Zhengyang's feet left the ground, forced close to her. Song Yuan threw away Wang Daqiang's hammer, forcing Fu Zhengyang into hand-to-hand combat:

Standing six or seven meters away, Fu Zhengyang was used to whipping players of lower rank than himself from a superior position. Although he was a strength-enhancing type of player, it had been a long time since he had fought someone in such close physical combat at this distance!

After barely managing to exchange a few blows, he began to lose his strength. He was punched in the face with a "plop" and his tongue licked a few hard things—it turned out that half of his teeth had been knocked out!

Fu Zhengyang spat out the half-tooth in humiliation. This punch caused him to lose ten points of health, while his face and image dropped to zero.

The whip lashed even more fiercely around Song Yuan's waist and thighs, but Song Yuan, as if suicidal, relentlessly continued the beating. Fu Zhengyang, forced to cover his face with both hands, roared in despair:

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I told you to stop hitting me!"

[Ding! Player "Song Yuan" has been damaged by player "Fu Zhengyang's" skill "The Vampire of the End," and her health has dropped to 30! Please quickly break free from the vampire status, or your life will be in danger! Note: Please break free from the vampire status immediately!]