57: Chapter 57 My dagger is bent?!

"Do it!"

As soon as Grey Wolf finished speaking, Lynx had already vanished from where he stood.

As an assassin, he was best at seizing fleeting combat opportunities.

Lynx's figure flickered, leaving a blurry afterimage behind.

Special-type talent [Shadow Control] activated!

His whole body seemed to merge into the shadows!

The next second, he silently circled behind Su Ming.

The poisoned dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black light, stabbing straight at Su Ming's lower back!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

This was his signature technique that allowed him to assassinate targets of higher tiers.

"Die!"

"Clang!"

It wasn't the dull sound of flesh being pierced, but the crisp, explosive sound of metal colliding.

The sinister grin on Lynx's face froze instantly.

The tip of the dagger poked into Su Ming's waist.

Lynx felt a massive force transmit back from the hilt, his tiger's mouth instantly numbing.

He widened his eyes, looking at the dagger in his hand in disbelief.

The dagger had bent.

That sharp blade, forged from B-grade alloy, seemed at this moment to have struck an unshakeable steel plate.

The tip... had bent.

"Holy crap, what kind of kidneys are those?!"

Lynx cursed instinctively, completely bewildered.

Is this even a human waist?

Did he transplant the skull of a Tier 3 beast or something?!

Su Ming slowly lowered his head.

He glanced at the small hole poked in his B-grade composite trench coat and sighed with some heartache.

"Do you all have a fetish for tearing people's clothes?"

Lynx: "..."

This understated remark, when heard by Grey Wolf, was no less than a bolt from the blue.

Taking a full-force backstab from a peak Tier 2 assassin head-on, and remaining completely unscathed?

Is this really F-grade Black Iron?

"This is really f***ing weird!"

Grey Wolf cursed inwardly, no longer daring to underestimate him in the slightest.

He slapped the energy switch on his chest.

Inside the B-grade exoskeleton armor covering his entire body, a low hum erupted.

Lines of faint energy light began to glow at the joints.

He gave Weasel a fierce look.

"Attack together!"

Weasel was already trembling with fear, but after receiving the order, he retreated while shivering, muttering something under his breath.

He seemed to be communicating with something invisible.

Just as the three of them were about to complete their encirclement,

"Awoooo!!!"

A majestic, primal roar exploded on the flat ground!

Da Huang, who had been lying at Su Ming's feet playing dead, had its dark golden mane stand on end.

Its body seemed to expand in size.

It slammed itself directly into the path of the casting Weasel.

Those wild dog eyes were filled with irrepressible ferocity.

This human who looked the weakest was the closest, perfect to use as a starting point!

Having been beaten by the two monsters, Su Ming and Shen Qingci, for the past two days, this Wasteland Mastiff King had been bottling up a belly full of rage.

If the Mastiff King doesn't show its power, do you think I'm a Corgi?!

Meanwhile, a chilling blade light swept past.

Shen Qingci, holding cold edge, had already attacked Lynx.

"Shing!"

Lynx had just snapped out of his shock from Su Ming's side.

Catching a glimpse of the blade light, he hurriedly retreated.

cold edge grazed past his hem, leaving a tear.

Such a fast blade. Lynx's smile vanished completely.

"I didn't expect you to have backup!"

Grey Wolf didn't even turn his head, his mechanical prosthetic eye locking onto Su Ming.

"Miss of the Shen family, I advise you not to get involved in this mess.

Even if you're a Military University student, if you die beneath the Ash Belt, no one will be able to trace it back to us."

Lynx barely dodged Shen Qingci's strike and also regained his composure.

He licked his dry lips, looking at that stunningly beautiful face, and whistled lewdly.

"Little girl, big brother advises you not to throw away your youth for such trash. You wouldn't want to..."

"Hum!"

Before he could finish his sentence, cold edge had already slashed in front of him.

The speed was more than a notch faster than before!

That "little girl" had touched the reverse scale of this proud daughter of heaven.

On the other side, Da Huang also roared and lunged at Weasel.

Weasel screamed and turned to run.

The battlefield was instantly divided.

"Looks like no one is bothering us anymore."

Su Ming stretched his neck, emitting a tooth-aching "creak" sound.

He looked at Grey Wolf's heavy B-grade armor again, the fanaticism in his eyes erupting completely.

"Come on, tin can, let me see how heavy you are!"

Grey Wolf was almost laughed out of anger.

"You're saying that to me?!"

No nonsense. He raised his right arm, and the hydraulic impact cannon fired with a roar!

A fist-sized alloy projectile, carrying a wave of compressed air, shot straight at Su Ming's chest!

Su Ming didn't dodge.

Bang!

The projectile hit his chest squarely.

Su Ming slid back half a step, leaving two deep marks in the rock layer beneath his feet.

But his body didn't move an inch.

There was just another hole in the chest of his composite trench coat.

Su Ming looked down and sighed.

"...I'm afraid this coat has reached the end of its life today."

Grey Wolf's pupils shrank violently.

The output of the hydraulic impact cannon was enough to pierce a light armored vehicle.

This kid took it head-on?!

Grey Wolf chose to trust his judgment.

It's just a passive defensive talent; it will reach its limit after a few more rounds.

He switched tactics, activating the flamethrower on his left arm.

"Alloy Flamethrower!"

The dark red flames capable of melting steel swallowed Su Ming whole like a violent fire dragon.

"Hahahaha!"

Grey Wolf watched the figure struggling in the flames and laughed heartily.

"F-grade is F-grade, can't even dodge! Idiot!"

The flames burned for a full dozen seconds before gradually dying out.

The smile on Grey Wolf's face, however, froze bit by bit.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

That slender figure was still standing quietly in place.

The composite trench coat had finally burned away, revealing the lean, sturdy torso underneath.

There wasn't even a red mark on his skin.

Just his hair was a bit frizzy from being singed by the fire.

"Is that it?"

Su Ming looked down at the ashes of his trench coat at his feet with heartache.

"Can you guys stop destroying my clothes? I only have this one left..."

"You..." Grey Wolf's brain crashed.

On the other side, the waltz of shadow and blade had begun.

Lynx's [Shadow Control] was far more troublesome than imagined.

Grey fog filled the air, and the light was dim.

This was the ideal battlefield for Shadow Control.

His figure suddenly turned into three identical black shadows, attacking Shen Qingci simultaneously from three different, tricky angles.

Shen Qingci's beautiful eyes narrowed, but she didn't dodge or evade.

The essence of Geng Metal Blade Bone is metal, and metal has a natural perception of the extremely faint flow changes in the air.

Four shadows. Only one was pushing the real airflow.

Northeast.

Shen Qingci suddenly opened her eyes, cold edge slashed horizontally!

"Ding!"

That shadow suddenly materialized.

Lynx barely managed to parry with the spare short blade in his hand.

Sparks flew as the blades crossed.

"How is it possible..." Lynx's expression changed.

He thought he was up against a student girl from Military University.

Who the hell knew this woman's combat intuition was far beyond her tier.

"You've got skills."

Lynx failed the strike and immediately retreated, secretly shocked.

This woman's tier was clearly a notch lower than his own, but her combat intuition and reaction speed were ridiculously fast!

He knelt on one knee, slamming his right hand onto the ground.

"Shadow Nail!"

A black pattern spread from his palm, rapidly crawling along the ground toward Shen Qingci's feet.

The moment Shen Qingci's shadow was touched by the black pattern, her body suddenly stiffened.

Her feet were nailed to the ground. She couldn't move.

Shadow Nail. The second talent sequence of Shadow Control.

Locking onto the target's shadow to temporarily immobilize them.

Lynx's eyes lit up.

He erupted from the side, short blade aiming straight for Shen Qingci's throat!

Shen Qingci's feet indeed couldn't move, but she could move from the waist up.

Geng Metal Qi surged violently.

A layer of golden liquid metal slowly emerged on the blade of cold edge.

Geng Metal Secret Marrow.

High-frequency vibrations exploded on the blade.

She didn't break free from the Shadow Nail, but instead... slashed at the shadow beneath her feet.

"Shing!"

cold edge plunged into the ground.

The high-frequency vibrations of the Geng Metal Secret Marrow instantly tore apart the energy structure of the Shadow Nail.

The binding disintegrated.

Shen Qingci retreated half a step, just in time to avoid the short blade Lynx had stabbed.

The blade grazed her cheek, taking a lock of hair with it.

Lynx's footsteps halted in place.

"You can even break Shadow Nail?!"

Shen Qingci ignored him, cold edge held horizontally in front of her.

Her breathing was a bit rapid; the consumption of Geng Metal Secret Marrow was not small.

Cold sweat beaded on Lynx's forehead.

A lower tier than him, crushing his reaction. Which pile of corpses did this woman crawl out of?!

On the other side of the Gobi desert, the style was completely different.

"Help me, ahhh...!"

Weasel was chased all over the place by Da Huang, crying and screaming.

The few thumb-sized poisonous beetles he released hadn't even gotten close to Da Huang before they were hit by that fan-like big tail in a "Dragon Tail Whip" and swatted into a sky full of splattering green liquid.

Not even grazing Da Huang's fur.

Then Da Huang caught up.

The peak Tier 2 Wasteland Mastiff was the size of a bull, more than enough to chase down a Weasel with no physical skills.

"Brother Wolf, help!"

Weasel screamed while running.

No one paid him any attention.

Yet his terrified little eyes weren't truly panicked.

His pupils were constricted tightly, and every few steps he ran, his right hand would flick a small pinch of grey-white powder from his sleeve.

The powder was colorless and odorless, blending into the floating dust of the Ash Belt upon landing, impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

Weasel's running path looked like he was running blindly in panic, but in reality, he was circling the outside of the entire battlefield... drawing a circle.

"Woof!!!"

Da Huang bit onto Weasel's waistband and gave a violent shake.

Weasel was sent flying, rolling three times on the ground, his face slamming directly into the sand.

"Ptui, ptui, ptui..."

He spat out the sand in his mouth.

Da Huang's front paws stepped on his back, with several hundred pounds of weight pressing down.

Weasel's face pressed against the ground, shaking like a sieve.

But the hand that was pinned down quietly crushed the last bit of powder, blending it into the dust beneath his feet.

The circle was finally closed...