204: Chapter 204 How can you become stronger if it's not dangerous?

Qiao Shuwan was unwilling to give up; she didn't want to die just like that, but she had no strength left now.

Then, a streak of black light flew over from behind her.

But what shocked everyone wasn't the blade itself, but what was burning on it—it was actually a Black Flame.

The flame danced on the blade; it had no temperature, no light, and instead seemed to suck in all the surrounding light.

The blade plunged accurately into the Mist Spider's head.

The tip pierced through its head and exited its abdomen, pinning its body to the ground.

The moment the Black Flame touched the Mist Spider's carapace, it seemed to come alive and suddenly spread out.

The flame crept along the cracks in the carapace, burning through its body from the inside out.

The LV5 Mist Spider's iron-hard carapace was as fragile as paper in the face of the Black Flame.

The carapace split from within, black light shone through the cracks, and then the entire body was burned to ashes from the inside.

Qiao Shuwan was stunned; she looked at the pile of ashes on the ground, then turned her head to look at Wang Lin.

At this moment, Wang Lin's right hand was still in a throwing posture, but a wisp of Black Flame danced on his fingertips for a moment before extinguishing.

Zhou Zhenghao was also stunned, his mind a complete blank.

The LV5 Mist Spider, whose carapace was so hard that his dagger could only leave white marks on it, had actually been burned to death by Wang Lin's flame.

No, it wasn't burning to death; it was being devoured.

That Black Flame wasn't burning the carapace; it was devouring it.

What kind of flame was this? He had never seen a Black Flame before, nor had he ever heard of such a Superpower.

The others around were also shocked; they had never seen this kind of Black Flame before.

This flame did not belong to any known Superpower category; its color, form, and method of combustion did not conform to the basic laws of Superpowers.

Flames should be hot, but this one had no temperature. Flames should be bright, but this one absorbed light. Flames should burn combustible materials, but this one devoured everything.

Wang Lin put his hand back into his pocket. He rarely used this Black Flame because it was too conspicuous.

But now, he had no choice.

If he didn't act, Qiao Shuwan would die.

The remaining three Mist Spiders stopped; they were afraid, but not of Wang Lin—they were afraid of that Black Flame.

But the fear only lasted for an instant before turning into madness.

They were Mist Beasts, devoid of reason, possessing only instinct.

Instinct told them that the person who threw the Black Flame was the most dangerous and had to be killed first.

The three Mist Spiders turned simultaneously, abandoning their siege of Zhou Zhenghao, Zhao Meng, Su Wanqing, and Qiao Shuwan.

Their eight legs moved rapidly across the ground, pouncing toward Wang Lin from three different directions.

Their Speed was even faster than before, their chelicerae wide open, revealing dark purple venom inside.

Their compound eyes were fixed on Wang Lin, their blood-red eyes flashing with a crazy light in the mist.

Wang Lin watched as the three Mist Spiders pounced toward him from three directions, his expression unchanging.

He extended his right hand, palm facing down toward the ground.

The blade on the ground suddenly vibrated, emitting a crisp hum.

Then it flew over and landed accurately in Wang Lin's palm.

Wang Lin gripped the blade, which vibrated slightly in his hand, as if responding to his call.

Then, the Black Flame spread from Wang Lin's palm onto the blade.

Wang Lin held the blade burning with the Black Flame, watching the three Mist Spiders pouncing toward him.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The first Mist Spider opened its chelicerae and lunged straight for his throat.

Wang Lin swung his blade upward, the Black Flame on the blade carving a black arc in the air.

The blade sliced through the Mist Spider's chelicerae; it was as if they had been dissolved by something, disappearing from the tips and spreading all the way to the roots.

The blade continued forward, slicing open the Mist Spider's head; the Black Flame crawled into the wound, burning through its carapace from the inside.

The Mist Spider's body split down the middle, dividing into two halves as black ash drifted out from the cracks.

The two halves fell to the ground, turning into two piles of black ash.

The whole process took less than a second.

The second Mist Spider pounced from the side, its eight legs sweeping toward Wang Lin's body simultaneously, the tip of each leg as sharp as a knife, like eight spears stabbing out at once.

Wang Lin slashed horizontally from right to left, the Black Flame on the blade drawing a black horizontal line in the air.

The blade cut across the Mist Spider's eight legs, which were devoured the moment they touched the flame.

The Mist Spider lost its eight legs, its body losing support and crashing heavily to the ground.

Wang Lin looked down at it, pointing the tip of his blade downward and plunging it into its head.

The Black Flame spread from the tip, and the Mist Spider's body began to collapse from the head, turning into a pile of black ash.

The third Mist Spider was at the very back; seeing its two companions turn to ash in less than two seconds, it finally felt fear.

It kicked off the ground with its eight legs and turned, trying to flee.

Wang Lin didn't pursue; instead, holding the blade, he flicked his wrist, the blade carving an arc in the air, and then he threw it.

The blade, carrying the Black Flame, spun as it flew out, its Speed so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving a black trail in the mist.

The blade accurately plunged into the back of the third Mist Spider's head, piercing in through the head and out through the abdomen.

The Mist Spider's body began to burn from the inside, turning into ash inch by inch.

Its eight legs twitched a few times on the ground, then went still.

In less than two seconds, the third Mist Spider also turned into a pile of black ash.

Wang Lin walked over, bent down to pick up the blade, and the Black Flame on it extinguished.

The blade was still stained with black ash; Wang Lin rubbed it against a nearby tree a couple of times to wipe off the ash, then stored the blade back into his space ring.

Zhou Zhenghao stood there, his mouth hanging open, unable to close it.

His mind was a blank; his own dagger couldn't even cut through the Mist Spider's carapace,

yet Wang Lin, with an ordinary blade and that Black Flame, killed one with each strike, three with three strikes.

Zhou Zhenghao's hands were trembling; he finally realized the gap between himself and Wang Lin.

It wasn't a small gap; it was a world of difference.

Qiao Shuwan stood there, looking at the four piles of ash, without saying a word.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She had used all her strength, even risking Mental Energy exhaustion, just to deal with two Mist Spiders.

Wang Lin acted, and in less than ten seconds, he dealt with the remaining four.

At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to sense something. He turned his head and glanced in the direction he had come from.

Deep in the mist, several figures were flickering in and out of sight, approaching from that direction.

Their auras were very restrained, but they could not hide from Wang Lin's spatial perception.

Shen Junlin, along with those two LV6 Ancient Martial Artist bodyguards beside him.

They arrived faster than he had expected.

Wang Lin smiled slightly. He had originally intended to deal with Shen Junlin after going deeper into the forest, but since they had delivered themselves to his doorstep, he wouldn't be polite.

"Can't wait already? Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, I won't be polite."

Wang Lin turned around and looked at the four people: Zhou Zhenghao, Zhao Meng, Su Wanqing, and Qiao Shuwan.

"We're about to leave the safe zone ahead. You all should continue your training here."

"Be careful. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

After saying this, Wang Lin turned and walked toward the depths of the Mist Forest.

That was the direction outside the safe zone, an area strictly forbidden by the academy.

Qiao Shuwan was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Wang Lin, that's a danger zone; you can't go there."

Wang Lin didn't look back; he raised his hand and waved it. "How can you become stronger without danger?"

Then his figure disappeared into the mist.

"How can you become stronger without danger?" Qiao Shuwan repeated in a low voice.