69: Chapter 69 Instant Kill

The burly man with the scar stared intently at the corpse on the ground that was rapidly losing its warmth.

Instant kill!

In a single encounter, before they could even see how the opponent had attacked, they had already lost a teammate!

He knew that they had bitten off more than they could chew today!

The best strategy now was to stall for time! Stall until the other reinforcements arrived!

But the scar-faced man refused to admit defeat verbally:

"Little brat, if you have the guts, don't leave!"

"Don't go!"

"Wait until our reinforcements arrive, and I'll see how arrogant you can be then!"

"By then, not only will we take your life, but we'll also take that woman beside you..."

While he blustered, he secretly signaled the remaining three companions, not asking to kill the enemy, but only to delay.

However, he had barely finished his harsh words.

Qi Yun's figure vanished from where he stood without warning.

The next instant, he was already standing in front of the scar-faced man, less than half a meter away.

That handsome face was within arm's reach, and his calm gaze held a condescending indifference.

"Sorry," Qi Yun said, his voice very light, "I don't have the habit of waiting for people."

The scar-faced man's pupils constricted sharply; he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

A flash of silver light streaked by.

A cold sensation came from his abdomen, followed immediately by tearing agony.

"Pfft—"

The Origin Flying Dagger had accurately pierced through his lower abdomen.

The scar-faced man opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How was he so fast?

Was he going to die?

Just like this... dead?

"Cap-Captain...?"

The three 09 Tribe members nearby were stunned; they hadn't even seen how Qi Yun had moved.

"Damn it...!"

A curse came from behind the "scar-faced man" who had been pierced.

The body of the "scar-faced man" pierced by the flying dagger began to rapidly become transparent and illusory.

Finally, it shattered and dissipated like a bubble with a "pop."

And one meter away, another unscathed scar-faced man staggered into view, his face pale, his chest heaving violently.

He stared fixedly at Qi Yun, his eyes filled with lingering fear and venom.

"Interesting."

Qi Yun raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face.

"You can create clones?"

He was certain that the previous strike had hit a solid body and the heart.

He hadn't expected the opponent to use a clone as a substitute at the moment of life and death, with the real body shedding its skin like a cicada.

This kind of life-saving ability was quite decent among rare classes.

"Consider yourself sharp-eyed!" The scar-faced man steadied his breathing, a ferocious look reappearing on his face.

"I am a Clone User! As long as one clone remains, you can't kill me!"

As his voice fell, the air around his body fluctuated.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Six figures, identical to him, split out from his body, surrounding Qi Yun in a fan shape.

"Attack together! Slaughter him!"

The six scar-faced men roared in unison, simultaneously lunging at Qi Yun from different directions!

Qi Yun just sighed lightly.

In each hand, he held three flying daggers.

The flying daggers shimmered with faint lights of different colors.

Cyan for wind, purple for lightning, red for fire, blue for ice.

"Go."

Qi Yun said softly.

The six flying daggers shot out instantly!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!"

A series of muffled sounds of flesh being pierced.

The six clones were all taken out one after another.

"What?!"

The real scar-faced man and the other three companions were terrified to the point of despair.

What the hell kind of attack method is this?!

Flying daggers can carry elemental attributes?!

"Scatter! Don't group together!"

The scar-faced man roared, and his real body and the three companions immediately scattered, attempting to harass from different angles.

"Who... who exactly are you?!" one of the scar-faced companions asked, his voice trembling.

"01 Tribe, Qi Yun."

He stated his name and Tribe. His voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a thunderbolt, hitting the hearts of the four men and the distant Wang Qiang and Liu Ruyan, who were struggling to stand up!

01 Tribe?!

That legendary, mysterious 01 Tribe that crushed zombie hordes with zero casualties?!

That 01 Tribe that raged against their 09 Tribe chieftain in the channel and was regarded by the chieftain as a formidable enemy?!

This terrifying young man was actually from the 01 Tribe?! And he was the chieftain?!

Immense fear and regret instantly overwhelmed them.

They had actually taken the initiative to provoke the chieftain of the 01 Tribe?!

It's over... it's all over...

"Why, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?!"

The scar-faced man roared in despair, looking toward the depths of the jungle.

That was their only hope.

The nearby teams should have received the signal! Why hadn't they appeared yet?!

Another companion also looked confused and uneasy.

This wasn't normal!

Just then—

"Plop, plop..."

A few dull, heavy sounds, like heavy objects hitting the ground, came from the side.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look.

They saw that Chen Xiaolin had appeared at the edge of the battlefield at some point, and at her feet, four or five round, severed heads were casually tossed!

Those heads had ferocious expressions, still retaining the shock or fear they had before death.

Chen Xiaolin tilted her head and asked curiously in a sweet voice:

"Hey, are you waiting for..."

She extended her toe and lightly kicked the head at her feet.

"...them?"

"..."

Dead silence.

Reinforcements...

Their greatest reliance and hope...

Had already arrived.

Only, in the form of corpses.

The scar-faced man could no longer create clones.

The remaining three companions also looked ashen; it was over, everything was over.

The supporting team was stronger than them, yet even a team stronger than them had been taken out so easily.

What could they do then?

"It's over."

Qi Yun said calmly.

He raised his hand, and four flying daggers hummed simultaneously.

Transforming into streams of light, they pierced through the remaining four people.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream rang out and was quickly extinguished.

Afterward, Qi Yun looked at Wang Qiang and Liu Ruyan, who were already scared witless.

The two of them met his gaze, shuddered, and scrambled backward.

"Don't... don't kill us! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Wang Qiang hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly, not stopping even as blood flowed down from his forehead.

"Yes, yes, yes! We won't tell anyone! Please spare us!"

Liu Ruyan was crying, her face streaked with tears.

Qi Yun looked at them for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Get lost."

The two were stunned, then, as if granted amnesty, they scrambled and fled toward the depths of the jungle.

Chen Xiaolin tilted her head: "You're really letting them go?"

Qi Yun turned and walked toward the direction of the Tribe.

"Let them tell the 09 Tribe; I want to see what Wang Chong will do."

"The 01 Tribe is not someone they can provoke."

Chen Xiaolin quickly caught up, her eyes darting around:

"Qi Bao~ Look, the serious business is done, the treasure is obtained..."

"Shouldn't you fulfill your promise and try some 'field combat'?"

As she spoke, she lightly traced circles on Qi Yun's arm with her fingertips, her eyes alluring.

Qi Yun glanced at her and flicked her forehead impatiently.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

"Hey~ Stingy!"

Chen Xiaolin pouted, but still obediently followed Qi Yun, and the two turned and walked toward the direction of the Tribe.