132: Chapter 132 The Hunt

In a bush five hundred meters away from Lin Fan's campsite.

Wang Chenguang's entire body was almost merged with the darkness.

His eyes were fixed tightly on the faint light in the distance.

That was the bonfire of Lin Fan's campsite.

Behind him lurked seven or eight figures wearing black combat uniforms; these were all dead soldiers planted by Sakura Country in the Logistics Department and peripheral forces of the Tianjiao Camp.

For this operation, the Special Higher Police had mobilized all their underground lines in Northern China.

Wang Chenguang sneered inwardly, feeling that Lin Fan was simply too arrogant.

Arrogant to the point of stupidity.

On this dangerous Ghost Island, he actually dared to light a fire.

This was undoubtedly declaring his position to all predators.

What made him find it even more ridiculous was the team Lin Fan brought: a healer who only knew how to cry, a plant-type who only knew how to grow flowers, and two pieces of trash who had never even killed a mutated beast.

With such dead weight, even if Lin Fan had three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to display his skills.

"Lord Shadow Circle."

The black-clad figures behind him gestured with sign language.

"No hidden sentries were found around the target."

"The defense is extremely lax."

"Requesting immediate action."

Wang Chenguang nodded slightly, a cruel expression appearing on his face.

This operation was not just to kill Lin Fan, but to shatter the confidence of China's younger generation.

The dignified number one person of the Tianjiao Camp dying in an ordinary trial, with the cause of death being besieged by mutated beasts.

As for those pieces of dead weight, they could serve as bait to attract fire.

Wang Chenguang slowly raised his right hand.

He made a beheading gesture.

"Action."

"Leave none alive."

Following his order.

The black-clad figures behind him dispersed like ghosts, using the fog as cover, and circled toward the campsite in a fan shape.

Wang Chenguang did not rush up immediately; as an excellent spy, he was accustomed to hiding in the shadows.

Waiting for the moment the prey revealed a flaw to deliver a fatal blow.

He wanted to watch with his own eyes as Lin Fan struggled in despair, watching that so-called genius die in the agony of being unable to protect his teammates; the mere thought of that scene made him tremble with excitement.

Inside the campsite.

The bonfire was still crackling.

Lin Fan remained in that lazy posture, leaning against the mountain wall, but the Happy Water in his hand was already finished, and he casually put the empty bottle into the system space.

His gaze swept casually across the dark forest in front of him.

In his [Eye of True Sight], the originally calm spiritual energy flow suddenly became chaotic.

A dozen red auras filled with malice were rapidly approaching.

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up slightly; the fish had taken the bait, and it was a school of starving fish at that.

He turned his head and glanced at the four teammates beside him who were still shivering.

Zhang Mengmeng hugged her knees tightly, her little face deathly pale.

Liu Sisi's hands were also clenched together, clearly very frightened.

Wang Xiaoming and Sun Yu sat back-to-back, their weapons trembling slightly in their hands.

"Hey."

Lin Fan spoke suddenly.

The voice seemed exceptionally abrupt in the silent night, and the four were startled, looking at him in unison.

"Stop trembling, all of you."

"Anyone who didn't know would think you all collectively caught Parkinson's."

Lin Fan stood up and brushed the dust off his butt.

His tone was still as annoying as ever.

"Since you're afraid, find something to do."

He pointed to the open space in front of the campsite.

"Liu Sisi."

"Scatter the seeds in your hand."

"Don't ask why, just scatter them."

Liu Sisi was stunned for a moment.

Although she didn't know what Lin Fan was going to do, out of instinctive obedience to the strong.

She still tremblingly scattered a handful of thorny vine seeds into the grass ahead.

"Zhang Mengmeng."

"Put shields on the three of them."

"Don't tell me you can't even do this."

Zhang Mengmeng nodded in a panic.

She hurriedly raised her staff, and several faint rays of light fell on everyone.

"Wang Xiaoming, Sun Yu."

"You two take your knives and stand behind that big rock."

"If you see something rushing over, just close your eyes and hack."

"It doesn't matter if you don't hit anything, just don't hit your own people."

Lin Fan's command was simple and crude.

Even carrying a bit of playfulness.

Although the four had no confidence, at this moment, Lin Fan was their backbone.

They could only follow instructions, and just as they had finished taking their positions.

Swoosh!

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

A pitch-black crossbow bolt pierced through the fog, heading straight for Zhang Mengmeng's throat.

That was a silent crossbow.

It was coated with deadly poison.

"Ah!"

Zhang Mengmeng let out a scream, frozen in place with fear.

Seeing that the crossbow bolt was about to hit her.

Ding!

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

Lin Fan had appeared in front of her, no one knew when.

With two fingers, he casually caught the lethal crossbow bolt.

He threw the crossbow bolt onto the ground.

This move of catching a blade with bare hands stunned everyone instantly.

Not just the teammates behind him, but even the killers lurking in the shadows had their movements stall for a moment.

"Since you've come."

"Don't hide anymore."

Lin Fan looked at a patch of bushes on the left.

"Come out."

Before the words had faded.

Swish, swish, swish!

Seven or eight black shadows burst out from the jungle.

The sharp blades in their hands flashed with a cold light under the firelight, and with a momentum of certain death, they pounced on the campsite from all directions.

These people's coordination was extremely tacit, and they did not all attack Lin Fan.

Instead, they split off four people to kill the four team members who looked like they had no power to resist.

This was a typical "besiege the spot, strike the reinforcements" tactic.

Forcing Lin Fan to be distracted by saving people, thereby revealing a flaw.

"Help!"

Watching the black-clad killers rushing over, Wang Xiaoming screamed in fear.

"Shut up!"

Lin Fan roared.

"Liu Sisi, activate the seeds!"

Startled by Lin Fan's roar, Liu Sisi subconsciously injected all the spiritual energy in her body into the seeds she had just scattered.

Boom!

The ground exploded instantly.

Countless thorny vines as thick as wrists grew wildly.

Like countless green venomous snakes, they twisted wildly on the ground.

Those killers rushing toward them didn't take this plant-type girl who was only at the initial stage of the Martial Artist realm seriously at all.

Caught off guard, they were instantly entangled by the wildly growing vines by their legs.

"What?"

A killer let out an exclamation.

Before he could break free.

"Wang Xiaoming, Sun Yu, hack!"

Lin Fan's order rang out again.

The two hiding behind the rock, hearing the order, had their minds go blank.

They instinctively raised their alloy combat blades and slashed wildly at the front with their eyes closed.

Pfft!

The sound of sharp blades entering flesh rang out; the killer whose legs were entangled was busy swinging his blade to cut the vines.

He never expected that these two pieces of trash would dare to attack proactively, and he was instantly hacked to the ground by the chaotic blades.

Blood gushed out, splashing onto Wang Xiaoming's face.

The warm sensation made him snap his eyes open.

Looking at the enemy lying in a pool of blood, he was stunned.

I killed someone?

I actually killed a killer stronger than me?

"What are you dazing for!"

"Finish him off!"

Lin Fan's voice exploded in his ears like a thunderclap.

Wang Xiaoming shuddered, gritted his teeth, and slashed again at the neck of the still-twitching killer.

With this slash, his eyes changed.

From fear, it turned into madness.

So, these people were not unkillable either.

So, as long as we listen to Lin Fan, we can also kill the enemy.

In just a few seconds of confrontation.

The originally seemingly one-sided slaughter had actually reversed.

Lin Fan stood in the center of the field, facing the remaining four killers.

He didn't even draw his blade.

He just waved his fists casually.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch accurately struck the killers' joints or soft spots.

Those elite dead soldiers who possessed Martial Master Realm strength.

Were like infants who had just learned to walk in front of Lin Fan.

All attacks were easily dodged by him.

All defenses were shattered by his single punch.

"Too slow."

"Too weak."

"Is this your strength?"

Lin Fan started his taunting mode while fighting.

"With just this little skill, you dare to come and be assassins?"

"Are you here to be funny?"

Crack!

A crisp sound.

The last killer's arm was forcibly snapped by Lin Fan.

And then kicked away like throwing trash.

The battle ended faster than anyone imagined, except for the unlucky guy who was hacked to death by Wang Xiaoming and Sun Yu.

The remaining killers all lay on the ground wailing, having lost their combat effectiveness.

Lin Fan clapped his hands, his gaze passing through the crowd on the ground, looking toward the distant darkness that remained dead silent.

His eyes were filled with provocation.

"Watched the show for so long."

"Still reluctant to come out?"

"Classmate Wang Chenguang."

In the darkness.

Wang Chenguang's breathing suddenly stalled, his pupils contracting violently.

Discovered.

And his name was called out directly.

How is this possible?

His camouflage technique was personally guided by a Grandmaster Level instructor from the Special Higher Police.

Even that brute Lei Zhan didn't see through it, how did Lin Fan know?

Could this kid have been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along?

A strong sense of crisis welled up in Wang Chenguang's heart.

But he knew that there was no way back now.

Since he was exposed, he could only force a kill.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Lin Fan."

"You really are surprising."

Wang Chenguang's voice was hoarse and cold.

Completely devoid of the submissive appearance he usually had, he held two pitch-black short daggers in his hands.

"However."

"Smart people often don't live long."

Wang Chenguang's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

The next second.

A pitch-black blade light, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, appeared out of thin air at Lin Fan's throat.

Fast.

Fast to the extreme.

This was his signature move.

Shadow Instant Kill.

"Die."

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Wang Chenguang's eyes.