Infinite: Starting from Infiltrating Other Spaces

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 just 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 unless you strike a 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.

"A monster...a monster!"

The Death Knight 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 team even consists 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!

Looking back now...

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'd ever come 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.

At this point, the smile on his face turned bitter, and 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 38 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.

Take a break and relax your mind that has been tense from the battle.

Let's also take this opportunity to review and summarize what we've learned.

The Red Turban Army soldiers we killed didn't drop any particularly good loot; even after killing several hundred, we only managed to get a few ordinary white treasure chests.

I reckon they killed too many people, so they only cleared a few spots in the Hall of Fame as a token gesture.

Ultimately, these Red Turban Army soldiers were just ordinary people, and their fates carried far too little weight in this world, so the authorities naturally wouldn't bother to separate them from the truth.

Dragon Ball is a notoriously 'low-return' world, but it's not that the returns are actually low.

It's not about the loot from kills, but about how you can't beat the powerful ones and the weaker ones drop less loot.

Besides that, there are 9 regular Blood Keys and 1 raid Blood Key obtained from killing nine teams.

Li Xia still remembered that during the war trial, he had also gained the right to retaliate and killed a 'smart idiot'.

However, it seems that back then the equipment was drawn randomly.

Why did it change to a bloody key in the second-order world?

After thinking about it, I decided to wait until we got back to the hall before making a decision, since there was no rush.

There's really no rush. It will only take about an hour or two at most to summon the dragon and then we'll go back.

After taking stock of her gains, Li Xia lay back in her chair, gazing at the blue sky that seemed almost within reach.

To be honest... this is the first time we've fought against an Apostle team.

It has to be said that the initial encirclement and attack really shocked him.

The timing of the move was perfect.

It happened precisely at the moment when the Red Turban Army commander was killed and the Dragon Ball was within reach.

Moreover, the configuration is extremely reasonable.

Li Xia guessed that the other side probably had some kind of perception shielding skill, otherwise, with so many people hiding around, it would be impossible not to notice them.

Start with a sealing technique to prevent the enemy from escaping and restrict their movement.

Immediately afterwards, the most damaging skill was unleashed directly.

If it weren't for an abnormal fluctuation in one's luck stat, one could dodge in advance, and true qi could also shield against energy damage.

He'll probably be seriously injured, if not killed, and even so, he's lost almost a quarter of his health.

It was precisely because of this tight encirclement that Li Xia raised his vigilance to the extreme.

So much so that in the second round, they chose to test the waters, and were even prepared to use a Senzu Bean.

Who knew that when the fight actually broke out... it would be so ordinary.

The bald man's Ninth Division has four melee fighters: a swordsman, a fighter using the Tempest Kick, a Shinigami (death-wielding) fighter, and a 'Konoha Ninja'.

Each of them possesses a powerful skill, but is otherwise quite ordinary.

And the mage's fireball is truly astonishingly powerful; it can instantly kill a teammate.

But what's the use of having great power if you can't hit anyone?

unless..........

Unless… Li Xia frowned, then slowly relaxed, and began to simulate another battle scenario in his mind.

If the opponent's melee fighters hadn't been so easily suppressed, and if his own body hadn't been able to withstand the sharp Tempest Kick attack.

In this situation, the four melee members took turns harassing him, preventing him from gaining a foothold on the liquefied ground and engaging in combat.

The sniper is harassing from a distance; a sniper rifle with an attack power of at least 5 can inflict massive damage.

And it's very difficult to dodge; mages chant, and seal masters follow up with strong crowd control...

A vivid image immediately flashed through Li Xia's mind: himself deeply mired in the mud, unable to exert any force.

The fireball and the other people's powerful special moves came crashing down at once.