64: Chapter 64 almost redeemed the Demon Orb.

On the battlefield, Lin Fan was unaware of what had happened behind him.

He was immersed in infinitely scraping the Green-Scaled Poison Snakes with his fists.

Although these poison snakes were not high-level, their attacks on him were pitifully weak, and they provided limited Defense values.

Still, having something was better than nothing, and he could brush up his Poison Resistance along the way.

In just a few minutes, those few sneaking Green-Scaled Poison Snakes were beaten to death by Lin Fan, alive, using his scraping punches and damage-reflecting armor.

Aside from getting some of that green venom on his body again, Lin Fan was completely fine. He even looked more energetic than before.

However, the battle situation around him was not optimistic. Although the beasts suffered heavy casualties, the freshmen were at the end of their rope. Many of them were injured or had taken some hits.

Although Lin Fan would occasionally activate his Taunt Aura for a split second to help the freshmen in danger draw the beasts' aggro and buy them some breathing room, his mental energy was truly bottoming out.

He couldn't keep it fully active, so naturally, he couldn't take care of the entire battlefield.

If he kept it fully open, he felt he could hold on for at most another minute before his body reached its exhaustion point.

If he couldn't even swing his fists by then, wouldn't he be finished?

Seeing that fewer than a hundred beasts remained, someone finally noticed something wrong.

"Where is Instructor Lei Zhan? Didn't they say he would be here right away?"

"We've been fighting for almost twenty minutes! Why isn't he here yet?"

"Did Instructor Lei Zhan get a stomachache on the way?"

"Instructor Chen Feng..."

Panic spread once again. Everyone looked at Instructor Chen Feng, who was still in the beast horde, specifically picking out and killing beasts of Level 3 or higher.

Instructor Chen Feng was covered in blood, but it was the beasts' blood. He had very little of his own blood on him.

As a Level 5 Martial King, Level 3 beasts weren't enough to break his skin, especially while he had his talent [Blood Demon] activated.

Hearing everyone's words, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

Bang! Instructor Chen Feng punched an Iron-Armored Rhino King to pieces.

Panting heavily, he said in a hoarse voice: "Today... Instructor Lei Zhan will not be coming."

"I am the only one leading the team this time, and it is my fault! If my decision-making hadn't been flawed, if I hadn't been chasing efficiency and made everyone attack Lin Fan, we wouldn't have all gone crazy and lost our vigilance, ending up surrounded by the beast horde... I'm sorry!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.

The hearts of all the freshmen sank to the bottom of the valley. A sense of despair from being deceived and abandoned welled up.

"He... he didn't come?"

"Just us?"

"How could this happen..."

The hands of the freshmen holding their weapons began to tremble. The breath they had just gathered instantly deflated by more than half.

If not for the beasts still attacking around them, they would likely have collapsed to the ground.

At this critical moment when morale was about to collapse, a highly annoying voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you afraid of?"

Lin Fan headbutted a pouncing Wind Blade Wolf, sending it flying.

He turned around and looked at everyone with a look of disdain.

"Haven't you noticed?"

"Even without that old geezer Instructor Lei Zhan, aren't these beasts almost finished off by you guys?"

Everyone was stunned and instinctively looked around.

Only then did they realize that the originally dense horde of thousands of beasts now had only a few dozen left scattered about!

Corpses were piled up like mountains! Blood flowed like a river!

There was also a faint light flickering beneath many of the beasts. It was clearly dropped loot!

But they were in no mood to care about what gear had dropped. They were shocked that they had actually killed all these beasts themselves?

"Weren't we surrounded and in a desperate situation before?"

"How did we end up winning instead?"

Lin Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Because these beast hordes are actually quite trash!"

"Don't be afraid, don't hold back, just use your mental energy to release your talent skills and finish them off."

Everyone gave him the dead-fish eye.

"You have the nerve to say that!"

"Didn't we waste all our mental energy on you!"

"If it weren't for you pervert activating that Taunt Aura, would we be this drained?"

Although they said that, their internal acceptance of Lin Fan had clearly increased subtly. Even Lei Hu surprisingly didn't refute anything Lin Fan said.

Lin Fan laughed shamelessly.

"It doesn't count as waste! How can it be a waste when it's on me? Think about it, it's precisely because you hit me and helped improve my physical fitness that I can help you tank the monsters now."

"Besides, shouldn't the efficiency of clearing these outer beasts be credited to me? Otherwise, finishing off so many beasts looks like a whole day's task. At the very least, my contribution is huge for the foreseeable rest this afternoon."

Hearing this, everyone was so angry they laughed.

What the hell do you mean you have credit! So we're working ourselves to the bone, and we still have to thank you, right?

But what this guy said... it actually seemed to make some twisted sense!

If they had cleaned them up step by step, even with full status, they would probably have been killing these thousand beasts until dark. Unlike now, clearing the field in less than an hour!

"Hmph."

Murong Yan snorted softly and walked out of the crowd.

Her long, slender legs were also stained with quite a bit of blood. But this did not detract from her beauty at all; instead, it added a touch of wild charm.

"It's not all thanks to him."

Murong Yan shook her leg, flicking a beast's severed limb that was hanging on her heel onto the ground like trash.

Her gaze swept over the crowd, her eyes still proud.

"In the end, we still have to fight for our own vacation."

After speaking, she rushed out again first.

Her target was a Level 3 Initial Stage Wind Blade Wolf King!

"Sister Yan! Be careful!"

"That's a Level 3 Initial Stage beast!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Although Murong Yan was the highest-ranked among their batch of freshmen—a Level 3 Intermediate Martial Master! (Of course, excluding Lin Fan, whose cultivation level was incomprehensible).

But after all, Murong Yan had also consumed a huge amount of energy. And that was a Wind Blade Wolf King! If one were careless, the wind blades could slit a throat!

However, Murong Yan turned a deaf ear.

"A Level 3 beast is exactly what I want."

She kicked off the ground with both legs and leaped high into the air.

Her straight, slender legs carved a perfect arc in the air. She delivered a fierce, downward smashing kick directly at the Wind Blade Wolf King's head!

Thud—!

With a muffled sound, the Wind Blade Wolf King's massive body shuddered violently. A burst of blood mist exploded from its head. It looked as if its head was about to fall off!

The Wind Blade Wolf King shook its head and let out a furious roar.

Its pair of small, scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Murong Yan. It was warily watching the human woman before it who was capable of injuring it.

At this moment, however, Murong Yan made a move that everyone found unexpected.

She actually turned around directly. With a magnificent turn, she didn't even look at the enraged Wolf King. Swaying her slender waist, she walked back just like that, swaggering.

"Murong Yan! Watch your back!"

"It's not dead yet!"

"Get out of the way!"

The freshmen shouted anxiously. Even Instructor Chen Feng was preparing to rush up to rescue her.

Only Lin Fan stood there with his hands in his pockets, completely unperturbed.

"Awoo—!"

Just as the Wind Blade Wolf King felt itself being ignored and, in a fit of rage, looked up to howl at the sky, preparing to condense a wind blade, Thud—!

Out of thin air, another dull impact sound rang out!

It was as if an invisible downward smashing kick had landed heavily on the exact same spot! The same force! The same damage!

Pfft!! This time, the Wind Blade Wolf King's head went "crack" directly! It sank into its own neck! Blood and brains splattered everywhere!

Its massive body stiffened abruptly. Then it collapsed to the ground with a thud! Dead as could be!

Seeing this scene, everyone opened their mouths wide, not knowing what had happened.

Clearly, Murong Yan had already turned around. Why was the beast still attacked? And the power was not reduced in the slightest?

Murong Yan brushed the hair by her ear and said indifferently, "Done."

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up slightly.

Looking at Murong Yan's dashing back, he couldn't help but sigh: "When it comes to showing off... it has to be Sister Yan."

One could only say that Sister Yan, this act, was well played.

He had been specially trained by Murong Yan so many times at the martial arts hall, so he naturally knew the secret of this move.

That second kick of damage from thin air was exactly from Murong Yan's A-Grade Talent—[Delayed Strike]!