36: Chapter 36: As long as the minimum threshold is low enough, fire, holy water, and strong acid can all deal with Fallen Demons.

Both mausoleums had been turned upside down. When the four of them retreated from the stone gate of the large mausoleum on the east side, the sky over the Burial Grounds still maintained that depressing yellowish-green color.

There was no sun, and it was impossible to tell the exact time, but stomachs don't lie; Su Wan's stomach had already growled three times, the sound appearing exceptionally crisp in the empty graveyard.

"Let's eat first." Hu Jinsi leaned his iron-clad long staff against the wall and pulled a ration bag from his backpack. "No matter how big the problem is, it has to wait until the carbohydrates are in place."

The four found a wind-sheltered broken wall. Under the wall, there were still scorch marks left from cleaning up undead earlier, which at least proved that no skeletons would crawl out nearby for the time being. Su Wan distributed energy bars and beef jerky, Liu Betti poured some clean water from her canteen, and Lin Rui sat on the outermost side, his gaze sweeping toward the mausoleum direction from time to time to confirm there was no trailing movement.

Hu Jinsi gnawed on half a piece of roasted wild boar meat, his gaze falling on Liu Betti. She was lowering her head to wipe her Soul-Sucking Short Bow, her crow-feather hood crooked on her head, with [Biggin's Bonnet] peeking out from the edge of the hood, looking incongruous, but she was clearly very satisfied.

"Betti," Hu Jinsi swallowed the meat in his mouth, his voice lowering a few notches. "Ask you something. Those cursed Rogues... Dark Rogues, are they the same thing as Blood Raven?"

Liu Betti's movements paused. She raised her head, her gaze crossing the campfire and looking toward the crooked tombstones in the distance, as if organizing her words.

"Not the same," she said slowly, her voice much lighter than when she was explaining the history of Blood Raven. "Blood Raven was resurrected after death, her soul completely corroded by darkness. But Dark Rogues... when the monastery fell, they were directly eroded by the agonizing magic of Andariel during the battle and defected on the spot. This process is 'living human demonization.' Therefore, most of them still retain biological characteristics; they bleed, they feel fear, and they even feel pain."

She paused, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the bowstring: "They belong to demon servants, not pure undead. Some special professions can see souls break free from their shells after defeating them. This shows that a tortured living soul is imprisoned in the flesh. So, they are living demons, and their true nature is 'distorted living beings.'"

A piece of charcoal in the campfire collapsed, splashing a few sparks that quickly extinguished in the cold air.

Su Wan hugged her knees, her lyre resting by her feet, saying nothing. Lin Rui stopped chewing, his gaze sinking a few notches. Hu Jinsi looked down at the greasy piece of jerky in his hand and suddenly felt his appetite fade significantly.

He remembered the rotten half of the face of that cursed Rogue in the eastern mausoleum, and the strangely delicate other half. It turned out that it wasn't a monster, but a person forcefully twisted into a monster.

"Then can they... be liberated?" Su Wan asked softly, her voice as if afraid of disturbing something.

Liu Betti shook her head, her profile under the crow-feather hood illuminated by the firelight, flickering: "I don't know. Maybe death is liberation. Maybe not. Since the world fragments have drifted to Water Blue Star and become instances, it's hard to say if their original world has already been destroyed, which could also be considered liberation!"

The four finished this lunch in silence. The wind blew from the direction of the Cold Plains, carrying the scent of sulfur and rotten soil, draining the residual heat of the campfire bit by bit. Hu Jinsi stuffed the last piece of jerky into his mouth and chewed hard, as if wanting to swallow some kind of discomfort along with it. He had lived two lifetimes and seen many dark settings, but when a world's "setting" becomes the mud under your feet and the stench of corpses you smell in your nose, that heavy, tangible reality is far from what could be experienced sitting in front of a screen in his previous life.

"Let's go," Lin Rui stood up and patted the dust off his pants. "To the Stony Field. There's still more than half a day left, don't waste it molding in the graveyard."

Four mountain bikes were pushed along the wasteland road on the edge of the Cold Plains. Calling it a road, it was actually just two shallow ruts pressed out by predecessors. The wheels crushed the cracked mud, kicking up puffs of yellowish-green dust. Liu Betti led the way in front, the Soul-Sucking Short Bow slung diagonally behind her, pointing her hand toward the rugged cliffs in the distance from time to time.

The Stony Field was on the other side of that cliff. The terrain was even more desolate than the Burial Grounds, with rocks standing in great numbers. The wind-eroded rock pillars pointed to the gloomy sky like rows of twisted teeth.

"Ride along the edge of the cliff," Liu Betti turned back and shouted. "The entrance to the Underground Cave is on the cliff wall, which is much better than looking blindly —"

Her words stopped abruptly.

The four grabbed their brakes at the same time. Hu Jinsi supported the ground with one foot and looked in the direction of Liu Betti's gaze. On the distant wasteland, a particularly conspicuous dark red mass was slowly moving. That figure was two meters tall, bloated and fat, and its dark red skin was covered with pustules and festering wounds. It held a twisted wooden staff in its hand, with a huge dark red crystal embedded in the head of the staff. Every step it took, the crystal sent out a ripple of scorching heat.

Bishibosh.

And surrounding it like satellites were four or five slightly smaller figures, Fallen Shamans. They held wooden staves, chattering at each other, occasionally rubbing a small fireball from the tip of the staff and smashing it aimlessly at the rocks on the ground, blowing up clusters of black smoke.

"It's still wandering." Liu Betti's voice was tight. "Let's stay far away."

Su Wan didn't pedal the bike immediately. She looked in that direction, then suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Rui: "Why can't our skilled pit trap tactic be used on Bishibosh? It looks much clumsier than Blood Raven."

Lin Rui's gaze locked on the dark red figure in the distance, his fingers unconsciously stroking the handlebars. He pondered for a few seconds and shook his head.

"You heard what Liu Betti said yesterday; Bishibosh's strength is actually not high. Our previous pit trap tactic was mainly for dealing with enemies with strong output or strong mobility. Bishibosh itself is not very outstanding in terms of defense or movement speed. We could deal with it even with normal attacks."

He paused, his tone sinking a few notches: "The critical trouble is that it can resurrect Fallen Shamans and explode after death. This leads to the fact that we need to clear the field in advance to implement the tactic, but with Bishibosh's existence, we can't achieve the goal of clearing the field. We clear the surrounding Fallen, and the Fallen Shaman will resurrect the Fallen; we clear the Fallen Shaman, and Bishibosh will resurrect the Fallen Shaman. The peak of the cycle forces us to clear Bishibosh first, but when clearing Bishibosh, because there are enemies everywhere, we don't have the time and space to avoid its self-explosion after death."

Su Wan frowned, her fingers lightly plucking the strings of the lyre, making an out-of-tune hum.

Hu Jinsi suddenly laughed. He propped up his bicycle, took out his canteen from his backpack and took a sip, and said slowly: "Actually, it's not that there's no way. It's just that there's no completely safe way this week. Before coming in next week, as long as we replenish the right props or skills, we should be able to achieve the goal."

Lin Rui became interested immediately. He grabbed Hu Jinsi's handlebar and pulled him to a stop: "Stop, tell me your idea."

"Actually, it's not as troublesome as you think," Hu Jinsi wiped his mouth and clapped his hands. "Think back to when we fought Fallen Shamans before; the resurrection of the Shaman requires a corpse. We directly destroy their corpses, or make them unable to find corpses, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"A battle without corpses?" Lin Rui asked suspiciously. "Do you mean like the Nature Squad, having Sun Yao's Dire Rats eat all the Fallen?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you said," Hu Jinsi snapped his fingers, a bit of smugness appearing on his face. "I also discovered it when chatting and gossiping with their squad. They once said that Dire Rats are sometimes so hungry during battle that they will eat the Fallen. They discovered that the Fallen that had been partially eaten could no longer be resurrected by the Fallen Shaman."

Su Wan blinked, the lyre leaning to one side: "Then how do we make the Fallen's corpses disappear? We don't have pets like Dire Rats here."

Hu Jinsi put his hand on the bicycle handlebar and spread his other hand helplessly: "Actually, there are many methods, Big Sister Su. If from the perspective of destroying the Fallen's corpses, we can burn them, sprinkle holy water, or use strong acid corrosion. If from the perspective of 'not being able to find the corpse,' we can take a corpse bag commonly used by Necromancers, buy or rent the cheapest one temporarily, and during the battle, have one person put all the Fallen's corpses into the corpse bag and stuff it into the backpack at the end. Without a corpse, how can the Fallen Shaman resurrect it?"

As he spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had opened some incredible line of thought: "Of course, there is also the dumbest and cheapest method. Have your Lin Rui dig more three-meter-deep pits directly. During the battle, as soon as you find a Fallen corpse, just throw it into these deep pits. Anyway, with the height of the Fallen, even if they are resurrected, they have no way to climb out of the pit. In this way, as the battle progresses, the number of enemies and us will slowly change from N to four, eventually becoming one to four."

He patted Lin Rui on the shoulder, earnestly: "The only disadvantage of this tactic is that the preparation time in the early stage is relatively long, and... it's quite hard on Lin Rui."

Su Wan looked like she had discovered a new continent. She turned her head and stared straight at Lin Rui, her gaze as if looking at a humanoid excavator.

Lin Rui felt his back hair stand up from her gaze and waved his hand quickly: "This plan proposed by Hu Jinsi has not been practiced either, it's just in his imagination. We don't need to do this kind of life-risking experiment with Bishibosh right away. Anyway, there are so many Fallen here, wouldn't it be better if we just find a group on the roadside to test it?"

"Well said," Hu Jinsi got on the bike, his spurs clinking crisply on the pedals. "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Let's go, find some unlucky guys."

The "unlucky guys" on the roadside were not hard to find.

A group of stray Fallen Shamans with four Fallen were squatting behind a wind-eroded boulder to roast fire—if that ball of dark green ghost fire could be called fire. The four hid behind a rock pillar thirty meters away and quickly formulated an experimental plan.

"The pit must be deep," Hu Jinsi gestured with his hands. "Three meters. Let them be resurrected and still not be able to climb up."

Lin Rui took out the Enchanted Entrenching Tool, [Tactical Fortifications (Simple)] activated. The shovel blade cut into the hard soil of the Stony Field, making a teeth-grinding friction sound. The soil quality here was much harder than the farmland in Goldshire. Lin Rui dug until his forehead sweated, and it took a full five minutes to dig a cylindrical trap with a diameter of two meters and a depth of three meters. He tried to climb up, but the soil layer of the pit wall was slippery after being compacted. He kicked three times and slid back to the bottom of the pit, finally having to look up and shout to Hu Jinsi: "Pull me up."

Hu Jinsi lay on the edge of the pit and reached the iron-clad long staff down. Lin Rui grabbed the head of the staff and was pulled up by him.

"Even you can't climb out," Su Wan leaned over to look into the pit. "The Fallen with those short legs have even less chance."

The battle started without suspense. Liu Betti stood behind the edge of the pit, the Soul-Sucking Short Bow pulled to the full, and the two feathered arrows split by [Multishot] precisely pierced the throats of two Fallen. The remaining two hadn't had time to raise their wooden clubs before being knocked down by Lin Rui's [Charge], and Hu Jinsi added a stick, turning them into light spots—no, corpses.

"Move!" Hu Jinsi shouted.

The four had a clear division of labor: Liu Betti was responsible for shooting, Su Wan attracted the attention of the Fallen Shaman, and Hu Jinsi and Lin Rui acted as porters. The corpses were not resurrected instantly. The two seized this period of time, one holding the head and one holding the feet, throwing the dark red corpses of the Fallen into the three-meter deep pit. Those corpses were less than a meter tall and weighed twenty or thirty catties, so it wasn't hard to throw them, but the smell was extremely pungent, like expired chili sauce mixed with sulfur.

The Fallen Shaman stood in the distance, holding its wooden staff high, trying to resurrect. Dark red light shot out from the head of the staff and nailed into the bottom of the deep pit. The corpses were indeed resurrected. "Chattering" sounds and the sound of wooden clubs hitting the pit wall came from the bottom of the pit, but those dwarves less than 1.5 meters tall, facing the three-meter smooth pit wall, could only jump in vain. Their claws dug into the mud and slid down again, like a group of landlubbers who had Fallen into a trap.

"Effective!" Su Wan hugged the lyre excitedly. "The Shaman has become a bare-handed commander!"

The last Fallen Shaman fell to the ground under the righteous beating of the four, its wooden staff shattered and dissipated into black smoke.

After the battle, Hu Jinsi lay on the edge of the pit, looking at the four Fallen still struggling blindly below, and touched his chin: "It seems that this tactic still has a possibility of success. The only problem is that when implementing this tactic in the early stage, we have to bear greater firepower pressure. Before throwing all those Fallen into the pit, we might have to bear the pursuit of Bishibosh and several Fallen Shamans' fireballs at the same time."

He stood up, patted the dirt off his pants, and continued to analyze: "This leads to the fact that we not only need deep pits to place the Fallen, but maybe we also need a few deep pits to place the Fallen Shamans. Finally, we also need to set up a few bunkers near the battlefield to avoid the last round of Bishibosh's self-explosion."

Liu Betti put away her bow, her expression serious: "It sounds like a tactic with a long preparation time in the early stage and quite low fault tolerance at the beginning of the battle. I don't think we need to be so anxious. If you are still willing to come here next week, we can prepare some of the strong acid or holy water that Hu Jinsi mentioned in advance. In that case, it can reduce the risk of low fault tolerance in the early stage, and we don't need to let Lin Rui dig so many pits."

Lin Rui thought for a moment.

He looked down at his still slightly trembling hands; the stamina consumed by digging a three-meter pit just now was more than that of a battle.

He looked up at the direction where Bishibosh was wandering in the distance, then looked at Liu Betti and Su Wan, and finally nodded: "I agree with Betti. The squad's harvest for this week is already quite good.

Although the plan proposed by Hu Jinsi has a high success rate, the preparation time is too long, and I am not confident in protecting Liu Betti and Su Wan against several fireballs per round.

It is safer to postpone this plan to next week."

The four of them, having reached a consensus again, did not dwell on it any further.

They filled the pit halfway to prevent any unlucky latecomers from falling in, then hopped on their bicycles and continued to head deeper into the Stony Field.

Their luck was good.

Just past three in the afternoon, the four of them found the entrance to the Underground Cave.

The entrance was hidden in the middle of a cliff, half-covered by a cluster of dead vines, looking like a slightly open mouth.

Liu Betti pointed at the chisel marks on the cliff wall and said that this was a shelter excavated by the Sightless Eye Sisters in the early years, which later became a monster den.

They stuck to their old formation for facing the Underground Cave: Lin Rui took the lead with a shield in his left hand and a short sword in his right, Hu Jinsi flanked with a staff, Su Wan was in the center, and Liu Betti brought up the rear.

Headlamps were turned on, with strobe mode ready at any time.

The space on the first level was more rugged than the Underground Cave in the Blood Moor, the rock walls presenting a sickly grey-white color, and the air was filled with the smell of dry dust.

The monsters were mainly solitary Dark Rogues, ranged skeletons, and some spiders; occasionally, there were squads led by a few Fallen Shamans, but they were just a disorganized mess.

The four of them were already well-coordinated, and their progress was extremely fast.

Before dinner, about half of the first level had been cleared.

The four of them calculated the time and decided to work overtime tonight to completely clear the first level.

This would reduce the pressure for tomorrow morning, leaving only the second level of the Underground Cave for the last half-day, after which they could finish up and go home.

Working overtime until past eight, the first level was finally completely cleared.

The four of them retreated to a relatively open stone hall near the entrance, which had once been some kind of storage room; there were even a few broken wooden crates in the corner that could at least block the cold wind blowing in from the passageway.

Dinner was very simple, just the remaining compressed biscuits and jerky; they didn't even take out the self-heating rice.

Liu Betti said that rockfalls often occurred on the cliffside outside, and while the first level of the cave was gloomy, at least the ceiling above their heads was solid.

So, on the last night, they didn't have hotpot without a care in the world like they did on the first night.

After all, the monsters on the second level hadn't been cleared yet. If they were too boisterous and the smell of blood and spices brought unnecessary trouble upon themselves, that would be a joke.

"Tomorrow morning, second level, speed run, go home." Lin Rui leaned against the stone wall, resting his short sword on his knees, "Rest early tonight."

Perhaps their luck from before had been used up at Blood Raven and the two mausoleums; on the last day, the four-person squad had no valuable harvest.

Skeletons dropped bone fragments, Hungry Deads dropped rotten meat, and they didn't even see a decent white-grade piece of equipment.

With the extra time, the four of them even went deep into the Stony Field to observe Rakanishu from afar, that Lightning Enchanted Fallen leader.

It was covered in blue-white electric sparks, jumping among the rocks with extreme speed, surrounded by a large group of ordinary Fallen.

The four of them didn't get close, just using binoculars to record its movement route and attack range, which counted as intelligence gathering.

"Come back next time," Hu Jinsi stuffed the binoculars back into his backpack, "Just take a look today to get familiar with it."

Once the dungeon time was up, the idle four-person squad was teleported out of the Cold Plains.

The clamor of the exit plaza rushed towards them.

But before the three members of the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad could even steady their footing, Liu Betti was surrounded by a group of people.

"Betti!"

"Liu Betti! The announcement says you eliminated a boss monster? Which one?"

"How did you do it? Tell us quickly!"

Seven or eight students wearing different school uniforms squeezed over, some male and some female, some carrying bows, others with staves slung over their shoulders; they were obviously acquaintances Liu Betti had met in other dungeons.

They chattered all at once, their eyes full of eagerness and envy.

At this moment, Liu Betti displayed a completely different state from when she was with the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad.

She first raised her hand to suppress the surrounding noise, then turned to look at the three members of Hu Jinsi, her eyes carrying a question: "Do you have any objections to making the tactics public?"

Hu Jinsi shrugged, Lin Rui shook his head, and Su Wan smiled and said: "It's up to you, we're happy to be idle."

After receiving permission, Liu Betti first held a small equipment sale.

She laid out the unwanted equipment obtained in the dungeon—the Bonebreaker's Grave-Guard Flail, a few pieces of crude linen bracers, and some corrupt materials stripped from Hungry Deads—all with clear prices, and auctioned them on the spot.

Her eloquence was excellent; in just a few words, she hyped up that flail as a "Undead Buster, a must-have item for home and travel," and finally sold it to a warrior student from another school at a price higher than expected.

After the sale ended, the crowd not only didn't disperse, but actually gathered more.

Liu Betti cleared her throat and began to explain the tactics for Blood Raven.

"First of all, Blood Raven's attack power only deals a little over twenty points of damage to defensive classes," she held up a finger, her voice clear and firm, "This point alone should give everyone confidence. It is not invincible."

She paused and extended a second finger: "Secondly, there are mainly two elements to achieving victory.

First, pre-battle setup: traps, pits, and tripwires to limit her movement space.

Second, during the battle, there must be an existence with a movement speed no weaker than Blood Raven, one that can consistently apply melee pressure on her throughout the fight, forcing her to constantly move and unable to stop to draw her bow and output damage."

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over those eager faces: "I'll use the Monk class as an example. In a normal state, a Monk's movement speed can't even catch up to Blood Raven and requires auxiliary skills to speed up."

This immediately eliminated many squads centered around heavy defenders or heavy warriors.

However, there were still many squads that, after hearing this tactic, felt a joy in their hearts, thinking this was their chance; after all, there were not a few classes that possessed speed burst capabilities.

As long as they spent the time, everyone could dig traps.

A buzzing sound of discussion arose in the crowd; some nodded, some frowned.

Liu Betti held up a third finger, her tone suddenly serious: "But I must still emphasize two points.

First, after Blood Raven dies, a huge lightning bolt will fall from the sky and sweep across the battlefield. So, for the last few strikes, you absolutely cannot get close to her, otherwise, you will definitely die.

Second, the Crypt within Blood Raven's activity range has very strong elite monsters. Especially in situations with limited space, the combat difficulty might only be one notch lower than Blood Raven.

Especially since there's absolutely no way to use tricks, it can only be a battle of raw strength. Defensive classes with plate armor and tower shields will lose over forty points of health from a single hit. Teams without damage reduction or powerful healing should proceed with caution."

Her explanation was clear and logical, the data accurate, and her tone as steady as a seasoned instructor.

People in the crowd kept raising their hands to ask questions, and she handled them with ease, hitting the nail on the head in just a few words.

The three members of the Jack-of-All-Trades Squad on the sidelines, watching Liu Betti talk eloquently and appearing as if she were a different person, couldn't help but exchange glances.

"Her state..." Su Wan whispered, "She's clearly quite quiet when she's with us."

"People have many sides," Hu Jinsi said, crossing his arms with an expression of enjoying the result, "She's Rogue Instructor to the outside, and classmate Liu Betti on the inside.

That's fine; we didn't want to be in the limelight anyway. She's willing to take on this responsibility, which suits the squad's wishes perfectly. We can just lie back and benefit."

Lin Rui nodded, his lips curling up for a rare moment: "Indeed. Let her deal with those follow-up questions; we save some breath."

The four of them agreed to continue exploring the Cold Plains next week.

On the bus back to the city, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than usual.

Hu Jinsi slumped in the seats in the last row, then took out his phone and started scrolling.

Su Wan held her lyre, her head tilted toward the bus window, humming fragments of the newly learned [Requiem Chant] off and on.

Golden sound waves flickered at her fingertips but were quickly retracted; after all, there were other students in the carriage, and it wouldn't be good if she accidentally hurt someone.

"There hasn't been much discussion about us online this week," Lin Rui said, sitting on the other side of the aisle, scrolling through the school's internal forum, "There are a few reasons.

First, this week is the final of the regional selection for the freshman tournament; in a few days, the final list of participants for the national tournament will be decided, and everyone's attention is on that.

Second, many students have obtained the Protector of Goldshire achievement; although there were no dungeon announcements, there are still many who posted it themselves to show off."

"That's good!" Hu Jinsi didn't even lift his head, his fingers swiping on the screen, "Making a fortune in silence is our style.

The last announcement about Blood Raven was already flashy enough; it's just right to be quiet this week."

"However, compared to our deeds, the influence of the Gunpowder Squad is greater," Lin Rui's voice carried a hint of disbelief, "They really went to Raccoon City this week and obtained a [Ten Thousand Slayer] achievement.

A real ten thousand slayer; in one dungeon, they annihilated ten thousand enemies."

Hu Jinsi's fingers stopped on the screen.

He slowly raised his head, and he and Su Wan looked at Lin Rui simultaneously.

"How many?" Su Wan thought she had misheard.

"Ten thousand." Lin Rui passed the forum post over, "Chen Yu, Zhou Hao, Li Hao.

The three of them were in a large shopping mall in Raccoon City, utilizing the terrain and modifying the terrain.

Alchemical bombs, Molotov cocktails, fixed-position chainsaws. Zhou Hao even hand-crafted a modified machine gun turret on the spot."

Hu Jinsi took the phone and looked at the screenshot in the post.

It was a mall atrium filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; the three members of the Gunpowder Squad were standing by the second-floor railing, and below them were piles of zombie corpses like mountains, black smoke rolling, and flames soaring to the sky.

The golden font of the achievement interface made one's eyes ache: [Ten Thousand Slayer: Single dungeon kill count reached 10,000].

"Ruthless people..." Hu Jinsi muttered to himself, returning the phone to Lin Rui, "This is my only exclamation, or rather, admiration for them.

Last week, we only tentatively discussed the possibility of this matter, but I didn't expect that this week someone would actually pull it off."

"Anyway, the three of us don't think we can achieve that," Su Wan shrank her neck, imagining the scene of being surrounded by ten thousand zombies, "Let alone killing ten thousand, if you let me look at ten thousand zombies, I could throw up my dinner from last night."

"The class characteristics are different," Lin Rui said in a deep voice, "The Gunpowder Squad's configuration is meant for this. There's no need for us to compare."

Because the morning's battle wasn't very intense, Hu Jinsi spent more time on the bus scrolling through his phone.

He was scrolling through short videos out of boredom when, suddenly, a video pinned to the homepage caught his attention.

The publisher was the official account of No. 3 High School.

The video title was shining with golden light: "S-Rank Gemini: Draconic Sorcerer and Dragon Scion Combat Highlights."

He clicked on the video.

In the footage, the twin sister Chen Mali, with the awakened class [Dragon Scion], was fighting her way in and out.

Her hands had mutated into sharp claws covered in dark red scales, weaving between the monsters of the Defias Brotherhood.

Her movements were so fast they left afterimages, and every pounce precisely tore open an enemy's throat, blood splashing.

She rolled, jumped, and tore through the monster horde like a humanoid beast.

Hu Jinsi stared at the screen, and his first reaction was actually: Isn't this fucking X-23?

He quickly swallowed this complaint back into his stomach and replaced it with a vague "Tsk."

The video switched to the twin brother Chen Paul, [Draconic Sorcerer].

He stood in a shallow water area, facing the swarming Murlocs without dodging or flinching.

The Murlocs' harpoons stabbed at him but were deflected by a layer of dense dragon scale phantom.

He raised his hand, a ball of scorching flame condensing in his palm, and then released [Burning Hands] at point-blank range.

The flames gushed out in a fan shape, and all the Murlocs within a three-meter range in front were instantly ignited, turning into charred remains amidst their screams.

The video was edited extremely coolly, with stirring music, and the camera cuts were as fast as watching an action movie trailer.

The comment section was full of cheers like "S-Rank is invincible" and "The Gemini are too strong."

Hu Jinsi finished watching the video, pouting, and handed the phone to Lin Rui and Su Wan with a look of disgust: "This promotional video is shot with a vibe of an influencer; it's clearly bullying others who don't know who the third person in their squad is."

"Third person?" Su Wan took the phone and blinked in confusion.

"Paladin," Hu Jinsi rolled his eyes, his tone firm, "Those two can be so fierce in the video; I don't believe there's no contribution from a Paladin.

The sister fights in and out, with no one healing her or buffing her from behind? The brother releases Burning Hands at point-blank range; who lured the Murlocs so perfectly? Finished chanting, and as soon as he reached out, Murlocs were hit? Staged, it's all staged.

They cut out all the Paladin's shots just to make them look invincible."

Lin Rui finished watching the video and nodded: "Indeed.

This video from No. 3 High School has too much promotional intent. In real combat, it's impossible for there to be only two people."

"Exactly," Hu Jinsi slumped back into his seat, twirled the prayer beads on his wrist twice, and closed his eyes, "When they go into the dungeon next time, without that Paladin, let's see if they can still be this dashing.

Influencer tactics, just watch them for fun; actually learning them is asking for death."

The bus continued forward amidst the bumps, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from the desolate dungeon entrance area back to the familiar streets of Wei City.

Hu Jinsi adjusted to a comfortable position in his seat, his Qi slowly circulating through his meridians, and began his unshakeable meditation inside the vehicle.

Next week, Cold Plains, Bishibosh, and that pit tactic.

He silently listed a shopping list in his heart: holy water, strong acid, body bags, and also, prepare a better pair of gloves for Lin Rui; after all, he might need to dig a lot of pits next week.