Alone and Infinite

The tail struck his chest, hitting his Tanzhong acupoint directly. He felt a numbness in his body and staggered back several steps.

But then another figure leaped out from behind the bald man, kicking out a crescent-shaped cyan light blade.

"Lanjiao!"

The blade's speed was extremely fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye. However, to everyone's surprise, Li Xia neither dodged nor evaded.

He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and the blade struck his chest, shattering into tiny star-like fragments.

Is your body that stiff?

The person who kicked out the Tempest Kick twitched his cheek. He had only learned the Tempest Kick before entering Dragon Ball, so even though it wasn't at a high level.

But even a kick from Lan's foot has the power to slash with an ordinary steel blade.

But thinking of his teammates chanting behind him, he could only take a deep breath and leap high again, continuing to kick out his storm kick.

At the very least, light pollution is a form of disturbance!

As soon as they started fighting, the bald man's expression turned even uglier.

Formation C is specifically designed for humanoid bosses with outstanding skills and strong individual abilities.

Without 'infusion', the apostles would find it difficult to match the skills of those 'naturally gifted' characters from the storyline who have been fighting for an unknown amount of time, or the masters of the original world.

Therefore, one-on-one duels between real men are destined to be the privilege of a small number of strong individuals; most will resort to ganging up on each other.

Therefore, when the two of them, Sumimura and the ninja, surrounded him from both sides, they could usually force him to retreat.

This is the bald guy's purpose: exerting force on liquefied ground will be completely different from exerting force on solid ground, and then assisting the sniper's long-range control and output.

They can quickly put the enemy in a state of disarray.

What seemed like so much was happening on the field actually only took a few seconds.

At this moment, behind the bald, tall body, a tall man dressed in a Shinigami (death god) outfit finally stepped out.

One finger pointed at Li Xia:

"One of the Binding Paths"

"Buzz!"

The purple arrow instantly traversed space, forcing him to stop his subsequent actions.

Death God felt an unusual bitterness in his heart. Normally, it should be the seal master who does this kind of work.

I finally got to act as a seal master for a while, but I was interrupted by the enemy.

He hurriedly turned his body to dodge the arrow, but unexpectedly, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Li Xia had raised his longbow again.

"save!"

He roared, not even having time to say anything more, but the bald man understood. He gritted his teeth, stopped the ground liquefaction, and a shield appeared in his hand.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The three arrows struck the shield with a crisp sound.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Xia's longbow vanished, but that little bit of time was more than enough!

The spear wailed, stirring up a storm, and pierced towards the 'Konoha ninja'.

He hurriedly stretched out his fingers to form a hand seal, and because he was too nervous, his hand seal movements were somewhat distorted.

Perhaps he used to be very fast and skilled at forming these hand seals, but after three or four worlds, he had never experienced death so close.

therefore------

"Pfft!"

The 'Konoha ninja' gripped the spear with both hands, his eyes bulging forward, his lips weakly flaring twice, before being tossed aside like a tattered sack.

[Notification: You have killed Apostle No. 65450]

"No!"

Li Xia seemed not to hear the several angry roars of grief; in reality, all he needed to do was pull out the Unlucky Draw and shoot the bald man.

These people on the field could be easily killed, but that would be a waste of Doom's bullets.

As time went by, Li Xia had figured out the strength of the opposing team, and could only say that their teamwork was very strong.

But his individual skills are only average.

His gaze turned to the distance, where two female apostles stood, their faces pale and somewhat lost.

One of them was holding a staff and chanting, while the other held a warm ball of light in his hand, suggesting he was a healer.

She held the ball of light blankly, not even knowing who to treat.

"whoosh"

His body left an afterimage in the air, and he appeared in front of the swordsman 'Mocun'.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was contorted with rage as he lowered his body and knelt on the ground, in a posture as if drawing his sword.

What's wrong with you? You won't attack if you don't pose?

Li Xia's toe struck the shin of the supporting leg silently. The jabbing kick was extremely powerful and was even prohibited in actual combat.

With Li Xia's leg strength, breaking a wooden stake as thick as an arm was a piece of cake.

With a crisp snapping sound, Mocun screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his broken leg and yelling. He even dropped his knife.

"Blazing Fireball!"

The mage over there finally finished conjuring her magic. She was covered in sweat, and with a forceful swing of her staff, she pushed out the fireball.

The fireball, the size of a human head, was extremely hot, and the surrounding air seemed to distort slightly as it traced a strange arc in the air.

It seemed to be locked as well. Li Xia withdrew his gaze, not even glancing at it.

With a gentle flick of his spear, Ye Ji sent the swordsman flying, sending him hurtling towards the fireball.

"what------"

The desperate screams lasted only a few seconds before the charred corpse crashed to the ground.

The monk was stunned, his face turned pale, and his body swayed precariously.

[Notification: You have killed teammate Apostle #98456 (Ink Village)!]

[Notification: The second-tier branch of the Temple of Truth has been notified of a kill!]

The two consecutive prompts shattered the mage's mental defenses. Her body swayed precariously, and she finally collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

The apostle who kicked out with his lightning-fast foot trembled twice and actually turned to run away.

The bald man turned around in disbelief. He hadn't expected there to be such an idiot. Turning his back to the enemy was practically suicide.

As expected, the longbow hummed, and an arrow struck the neck, which was not protected by leather armor, and pierced through it.

His robust physique prevented him from dying immediately, but he was severely injured and was staggering forward, clutching his throat, frantically pulling out various recovery items to eat.

The bald man could have easily blocked the attack, but for some reason he just stood there.

"Weird. Monster!"

Deathly Hideout trembled slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, I'm afraid we're going to die here, aren't we?"

The bald man nodded; he finally understood why the guild divided into teams of different sizes.

The core squad even consisted of only three people.

Their prized teamwork and tacit understanding turned out to be so easily broken.

Everyone is a part of the team, but each person's strengths and weaknesses are too obvious when taken individually.

In the presence of ordinary apostles, a flaw is just a flaw.

However, in the face of top apostles, weaknesses become fatal flaws.

I originally thought that sacrificing half or even most of the lives would at least result in a lose-lose situation.

Unexpectedly, they were completely crushed when the actual fight broke out!

Now, let's think back on it.

Perhaps their only chance of winning was that one time when they surrounded the enemy and focused their fire on them.

That was the closest I ever came to victory.

[Notification: Your team member has died]

[Notification: Your team member has died]

[Notification: Your team member has died]

The bald man's eyes gradually focused from their initial confusion, and his consciousness finally returned from the chaotic battlefield. He subconsciously looked around.

Only then did he realize with a start that, without him noticing, all the team members who had fought alongside him, shared joy and struggle, had fallen.

He was the only one left standing there, the last "survivor" of the team.

The bald man's body trembled, then strangely returned to calm.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile:

Sorry, the team repository is locked.

As he finished speaking, the smile on his face turned bitter, and then he closed his eyes and straightened up.

"So this is what the Supreme Being is?"

"Pfft!"

Li Xia drew his spear, twirled it in his hand, and shook off the blood.

[You have killed the leader of the Ninth Regiment of the Second-Tier Branch of the Temple of Truth!]

You have eliminated all members of a team! (Ten or more)

You have earned the title 'Team Killer'.

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Chapter 116 Title: Team Killer!

Li Xia slowly surveyed the now chaotic hall, every corner bearing the marks of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

His gaze finally settled on the bald man lying face up on the ground.

At this moment, the surrounding blood seemed to come alive and began to surge, flowing and gathering on the bald man's body.

Gradually, a blood-red key, exuding an eerie aura, slowly took shape in the pool of blood.

[Bloody Key Nine Groups]

[Note: The boss will summon a creature after killing more than 90% of the raid members and the raid leader.]

[Effect: Allows you to choose from multiple options after use]

Li Xia bent down, picked up the special key, and put it in his pocket.

In a world that discourages killing each other, the key can only be obtained after gaining the right to retaliate.

Holding the two Dragon Balls in my hand and putting them in my bag, the seven balls together seemed to echo each other, and immediately began to shimmer with a soft light.

It was as if a special force was about to emerge, stirring restlessly.

Li Xia suppressed the urge to immediately summon the dragon and tied the bag up.

After glancing back at the hall one last time, he jumped directly down through the gap.

The 200-meter height passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Xia searched the Red Turban Army headquarters.

When the Red Turban Army fled, they took almost all their vehicles with them.

It was half an hour later when Li Xia finally found the capsule in the airplane and took to the sky again.

The plane wasn't fast; compared to the one Bulma had given her, it would take about an hour and a half to reach Kalinta.

With nothing else to do, Li Xia simply set up autopilot and lay back in the chair.