Chapter 114 The Singer, Oh, Singer 47

How unpredictable the world is.

However, Lin Xiangjun would not be soft-hearted just because the other person was also a player; that was a joke. As long as someone blocked her path to survival, they had to die, no matter who they were.

Tiger Wang's gaze fell upon the sharp knife in Lin Xiangjun's hand.

The blade reflected a chilling light; it was clearly an excellent knife.

Such an item could only unleash its maximum value in his hands.

Giving it to this little girl who looked like she didn't have two ounces of meat on her...

It was truly a waste.

Tiger Wang did not hesitate further; he lunged violently toward Lin Xiangjun, swinging the wrench in his hand in a full circle and smashing it down toward her.

The skills she had trained for a month under Aunt Bai finally came in handy.

Lin Xiangjun quickly took a step back, dodging the wrench at its most powerful moment, and swung her knife down with extreme speed.

Because of the momentum of his downward swing, Tiger Wang couldn't easily change direction, and the narrowness of the alley itself severely restricted his movements.

Lin Xiangjun's sharp knife was aimed at his neck, and in his haste, he only managed to turn his body slightly, causing the knife that was originally destined for his artery to land on his collarbone instead.

The sharp knife struck his collarbone, emitting a crisp "click" sound.

Tiger Wang's expression changed drastically; he quickly retreated a few steps, clutching his bleeding collarbone, his heart filled with uncontrollable lingering fear.

The sharp pain that had just come from his collarbone made it clear that it was already broken!

His collarbone had actually been snapped by a single slash?!

This little girl looked thin, so how could her strength be as monstrous as a monster's?!

Lin Xiangjun, finding her movements inconvenient, pulled her sleeves up, revealing the clearly defined muscle lines of her collarbone.

Joke, did he really think her one hundred and forty pounds of body weight was all fat? Her entire body was made of muscle trained by Aunt Bai for a month! Solid muscle!

Not to mention that her body had also been enhanced.

Did he know that the beef bones for their family's beef bone soup were all chopped by her?

You don't know.

You only knew how to rush up holding a rusty, broken wrench.

"You..."

Lin Xiangjun had no obligation to answer the other party's questions while fighting, so without waiting for Tiger Wang to finish, she charged up again with her knife.

"Clang—"

This time, the sharp knife struck the wrench, producing a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Tiger Wang was, after all, someone who could make it onto the leaderboard; even if he had weaknesses, his own strength was not weak. He blocked the blow with his wrench held horizontally, gritting his teeth and attempting to raise his dagger to push Lin Xiangjun away.

However, not only did this effort fail to push the other party away, but the wrench, in Tiger Wang's disbelieving gaze, began to bend and deform bit by bit.

How is this possible?!

His wrench was clearly a b-grade prop!

A b-grade prop was not a low level, especially this wrench used as a weapon, whose mutation direction was the most useful strength enhancement.

Tiger Wang was naturally strong, and combined with the strength-enhancing wrench, in past battles, as long as the wrench could hit the opponent, their bones would definitely be broken.

Precisely because of this, Tiger Wang, who was now using all his strength yet failing to push the other party away, and instead could only watch the opponent's blade press down bit by bit, became even more aware of how immense Lin Xiangjun's strength was.

Could this person be a reincarnated tractor?!

Seeing that the wrench was about to bend ninety degrees and be ruined, Tiger Wang didn't care about the heartache of losing the prop; he suddenly exerted force sideways with his hand, swinging Lin Xiangjun's sharp knife to the side, and then a wooden stick suddenly appeared in his left hand, striking upward toward Lin Xiangjun's abdomen.

He didn't just have one weapon in his hand.

However, Tiger Wang's unexpected stick strike missed.

Under Aunt Bai's training, Lin Xiangjun's reaction speed was astonishingly fast.

She reacted to his intention the moment Tiger Wang pulled out the stick, twisting her body to the side by using his force, and smoothly pulled the sharp knife out from the angle of the wrench; the speed was so fast that the blade even sparked a series of flashes.

The sharp knife swung toward the wooden stick with extreme speed.

This wooden stick looked sturdy, but in reality, its strength was far inferior to the wrench. One slash was like a knife cutting through butter; Lin Xiangjun felt she hadn't even used much strength, and the stick easily snapped into two, hitting the ground with a clatter, making Tiger Wang's heart tremble.

The already bent wrench was clearly no longer capable of being used as a weapon to protect himself, and the stick was also ruined. Tiger Wang gritted his teeth and pulled out a can of spray.

A burst of white mist sprayed out violently.

Tiger Wang had learned to be smart this time; the moment the spray was pulled out, he pressed it before he had even steadied the nozzle.

From taking it out to spraying, the interval was less than 0.1 seconds.

Tiger Wang held his breath in advance, and although Lin Xiangjun also held her breath the moment she saw the spray bottle, they were too close, and even though she was only a little slow, she inadvertently inhaled a bit of the mist.

A burst of light green mist sprayed out, squarely hitting Lin Xiangjun in the face.

Lin Xiangjun lifted her leg, stepped on Tiger Wang's chest, and kicked him into the wall.

But the mist that had already been inhaled couldn't be spat out, and Lin Xiangjun's heart suddenly tightened.

Not knowing what the effect of this spray was, she didn't dare to be careless. Just as she was about to take out the collection book to release Patrick Star, the mask on her face erupted with a striking red light.

Lin Xiangjun was stunned.

Immediately, she remembered that this mask could block particulate matter, droplets, pathogens, and blood in the air.

She didn't know what the ingredients of that spray were, but it was clearly one of the four mentioned above.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

Lin Xiangjun narrowed her eyes dangerously, looking at Tiger Wang, whose face was nervous and almost breaking out in cold sweat, and grinned.

Since your underhanded trick didn't get me, then prepare to be beaten to a pulp by me next!

Her strength, agility, and stamina were unknown levels higher than Tiger Wang's; the sharp knife in her hand almost swung out an afterimage. At first, Tiger Wang could barely cope with a few moves, but later, all the attack props he could bring out were shattered by the sharp knife, and he could only barely protect his head, neck, and heart.

However, as a figure on the leaderboard, Lin Xiangjun was not arrogant. Although her attacks became increasingly fierce and wild, in reality, she was becoming more and more careful in her heart, constantly guarding against any props the opponent might pull out.

According to Tiger Wang's performance so far, Lin Xiangjun reasonably suspected that Tiger Wang actually had a backup plan.

He couldn't have come to fight her without some life-saving prop, could he?

Sure enough, when Lin Xiangjun slashed at his neck for the third time, and after he barely dodged it, leaving a deep bloodstain on his upper arm, Tiger Wang finally lost his composure, roared, and his left arm suddenly swelled three times in size, blocking Lin Xiangjun's sharp knife.

"Clang, clang—"

The blade slid across his swollen arm, actually emitting a sound as if it were cutting into stone.

So there's a second form?

Lin Xiangjun stopped in her tracks, retreated two steps, and carefully examined Tiger Wang's state.

This swollen arm was now ridiculously thick, almost as thick as Tiger Wang's waist, with bulging veins and tendons on the surface, muscle lines as distinct as a bullfrog's leg, and the length was also almost as tall as Tiger Wang himself.

A very bizarre body proportion.

Like a child dragging a chimpanzee's arm.

After his arm became thick and strong, Tiger Wang's intelligence seemed to have dropped to a certain degree; his eyes were red, he was baring his fangs, and his body, which was leaning sideways due to the uncoordinated body proportions, suddenly exerted force and charged over in a state that could completely appear in Silent Hill!