124: Chapter 124 Counterattack

The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze.

Wang Gang's massive Demonic Ape body stood stiffly in place.

He looked at the unharmed youth, the red light in his eyes flickering violently.

Those were the sparks of a fierce clash between sanity and madness.

He didn't understand.

Why the power he had gained by burning his essence blood was so fragile before this youth.

"Is this your full strength?"

"If so, then this game should come to an end."

A low growl escaped Wang Gang's throat.

He was unwilling to accept this; he wanted to fight again.

However.

In the next second.

Lin Fan made a move that confused him even more.

Lin Fan took a deep breath.

Huu.

The black poisonous mist that had filled the banquet hall, barely visible to the naked eye, now seemed to be drawn by some powerful force.

It turned into streaks of black streamlets, surging frantically toward Lin Fan's nose and mouth.

Wang Gang's eyes widened in horror; this was the poisonous miasma formed after the soul locking powder evaporated.

Even a tiny speck would paralyze an ordinary person's entire body.

Was this kid crazy? He was actually inhaling the poison on purpose?

Lin Fan's chest swelled high.

As the poisonous mist entered his body, a strange purple-gold glow appeared on the surface of his skin.

[Ding!]

[Environmental toxin "soul locking powder" aerosol detected...]

[S-Rank Talent "Immune to All Poisons Body" operating at full power...]

[Absorbing... Converting...]

[Spiritual Power +200... Spiritual Power +200...]

Inside Lin Fan, his golden spiritual sea was cheering with joy.

These toxins, lethal to others, were instantly filtered by his body and turned into the purest nourishment.

In just a dozen seconds, the sickly sweet scent that had filled the entire hall vanished without a trace, and the air became fresh once more.

*Burp.*

Lin Fan let out another satisfied burp.

He felt the bottleneck of his cultivation loosen slightly once again.

This feeling of getting something for nothing was truly wonderful.

He looked down at the students on the floor, who were still limp and pale.

Although the toxins in the air were gone, the poison they had already ingested remained in their systems.

If the poison wasn't neutralized, these people would be nothing more than fish on a chopping block today.

"Sigh, I really owe you guys."

Lin Fan shook his head with a pained expression.

He flipped his palm over.

He pulled a handful of dark, round pills from the system space.

This was stock he had saved up from opening low-level blind boxes previously.

[Item: Universal Detoxification Pill (D-Rank)]

[Effect: Can neutralize a hundred poisons. Although its rank isn't high, it's plentiful and more than enough for this kind of diluted mixed poison.]

"Everyone, open your mouths!"

Lin Fan barked.

Then.

He flicked his wrist sharply.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Wrapped in his spiritual power, dozens of pills shot out like scattered flower petals.

Each pill accurately found its way to a student.

"Mmph!"

Iron Pillar Zhao was lying on the ground in despair when he suddenly felt something fly into his mouth.

Before he could react, the object turned into a stream of heat and slid down his throat.

Bitter.

Indescribably bitter.

Like chewing up a hundred bitter gourds.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Iron Pillar Zhao coughed violently.

But as he coughed, he was surprised to find that his stiff limbs were regaining sensation.

The cold power sealing his spiritual sea was being rapidly dispersed by the heat.

"This is..."

Iron Pillar Zhao looked up in pleasant surprise.

It wasn't just him.

The surrounding students also began to stir.

"I can move!"

"Spiritual power... my spiritual power is back!"

"What kind of detox medicine is this? The effect is so good!"

Cries of joy rose one after another.

Watching this, Wang Gang's ferocious ape face instantly turned pale.

Neutralized?

The rare poison he had spent a fortune to obtain from the Beast God Cult headquarters was neutralized by this kid with a handful of black mud balls?

Where is the justice in this?

Where is the law?

"Don't celebrate too early."

Lin Fan's cold voice rang out again.

He stood in the center of the crowd, hands in his pockets, looking down on everyone.

"This medicine isn't free."

"One thousand points per pill, or equivalent exotic beast materials."

"No credit allowed."

The students' cheers came to a screeching halt.

One thousand points?

Why don't you just rob us!

But before they could finish grumbling in their hearts, Lin Fan's next words made everyone's eyes turn red instantly.

"However."

"Considering everyone is short on cash right now."

"This Pavilion Master will show you a way out."

Lin Fan reached out and pointed at the dozen or so Beast God Cultists who were still dazed.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"All members of the Blind Box Society, hear my command!"

"Now that you've taken the medicine, beat them to death!"

"Do you see these heads?"

"Each head of a Beast God Cultist is worth two thousand points!"

"Whoever kills them gets the credit!"

"I'll buy back the corpses at a high price to make new blind boxes!"

"The more you do, the more you earn. There's no limit!"

Boom!

These words were like a spark falling into a hayloft soaked in gasoline.

The students, who had just been feeling lucky and terrified after their narrow escape...

...now had a completely different look in their eyes.

It was the look of hungry wolves seeing fresh meat.

Iron Pillar Zhao suddenly sprang up from the ground.

His muscles bulged, and his bull-like eyes glared fixedly at the cultist nearest to him.

That gaze made even the cold-blooded cultist feel a chill in his heart.

"That's not a head!"

"That's my A-Rank alloy battle-axe!"

Iron Pillar Zhao roared, his blood energy erupting.

"Kill!"

"Snatch the heads!"

"Don't fight me for it! The one with the scorpion tattoo is mine!"

"Brother Fan said the corpses are being recycled! Don't smash them up!"

The students, who were lambs to the slaughter just a moment ago, instantly transformed into tigers descending from the mountain.

The situation underwent a world-shaking reversal at this moment.

The dozen or so cultists Wang Gang had brought were completely dumbfounded.

Although they were outlaws who killed without blinking...

...they had never seen anything like this.

What was wrong with these students?

They were half-dead just a moment ago, so how did they become even more brutal than them in the blink of an eye?

And what did the things they were shouting mean?

What "point deduction"?

What "high-price recycling"?

We're terrorists!

Can't you give us at least a shred of respect?

"You're looking for death!"

One cultist snapped out of it, swinging his long blade at the charging students.

But he underestimated the power of money.

He also underestimated the explosive power of these geniuses after being suppressed for so long.

Whoosh!

A flash of purple lightning suddenly erupted in the field.

Its speed was at the absolute limit.

Not even an afterimage could be seen clearly.

Slash!

Before the blade-wielding cultist could even swing his arm down...

...his head went flying into the air.

Blood spurted out, staining the ornate carpet red.

A slender figure slowly appeared.

It was Qin Feng.

At this moment, he didn't have his usual playful grin.

He held a C-Rank alloy broadsword with an exaggerated design.

Sizzling electrical currents still lingered on the blade.

This was stock Lin Fan had sold to him before.

Although it was only C-Rank, with the enhancement of his S-Rank Talent [Thunder Flash Shadow], its lethality was terrifying.

Qin Feng kicked the headless corpse aside.

He turned around, his cold gaze sweeping across the room, a raging fire burning in his eyes.

It was the anger of being betrayed by someone he trusted, as well as the responsibility he felt as the Vice President of the Blind Box Society.

"You dare to poison me!"

"You dare to treat us like pigs for the slaughter!"

"Don't you know I'm the Vice President of the Blind Box Society!"

Qin Feng roared.

His figure turned into a bolt of lightning once more as he charged into the enemy ranks.

"Brothers, kill!"

"Show these rats in the gutter who the real hunters are!"

Slash! Slash!

Blade light flashed.

Two more cultists fell in a pool of blood.

Qin Feng's outburst completely ignited everyone's fighting spirit.

"The Vice President is mighty!"

"Charge!"

"For points! For blind boxes!"

"Kill them!"

What was originally a one-sided massacre of the Tianjiao Camp by the Beast God Cult...

...had turned into a gang-beating of the Beast God Cultists by the Blind Box Society.

And it was a mobbing.

Usually, as soon as a cultist showed his face, three or four students would pounce on him with a howl.

Some used fists, some used table legs, and some even resorted to biting.

The scene...

...was more chaotic than a gang war.

...and crazier than a scramble for discounted eggs at a vegetable market.

"Ah! My hand!"

"Madmen! These brats are insane!"

"Lord Deacon! Help!"

The Beast God Cultists, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, were now fleeing in terror, crying out for their parents.

Although their individual strength wasn't weak...

...they couldn't withstand the sheer numbers.

Furthermore, these students were completely reckless.

To snatch a kill, they would even brave the cultists' blades.

"Hey, you! Don't smash the head! Brother Fan wants to recycle the corpse!"

"Just break their legs! Leave them with a breath of life!"

"Oh no! That punch damaged the kidney; the price is going to be discounted!"