82: Chapter 82 Why are you groveling?

The moment the phantom appeared, Wang Chong felt threatened again!

"Playing tricks!" Wang Chong refused to believe it. He launched another attack, his fist covered in black light, aiming directly at Xia Jin's face!

Xia Jin bent over and dodged the blow.

The moment Wang Chong landed and stabilized his footing.

The Shura longblade transformed into a bolt of dark red lightning, slashing straight at Wang Chong's ribs! The speed was astonishing!

Wang Chong sneered, the black skin around his ribs thickening instantly, preparing to take the blow head-on.

However, Xia Jin's Shura phantom moved!

Its movements were perfectly synchronized with Xia Jin from 0.5 seconds ago! The same diagonal slash, the same angle, the same speed!

"Puchi!"

The tip of Xia Jin's blade instantly sliced through the black skin on Wang Chong's ribs.

And almost at the exact same instant—

"Chila—!"

The dark red blade of the Shura phantom pierced precisely into Wang Chong's ribs!

The dark red blade sank half an inch into his flesh! A cold energy, carrying a strong aura of destruction and slaughter, surged crazily into the wound!

"Ugh—!"

Wang Chong let out a grunt of pain mixed with disbelief, staggering several steps to the side, his left hand clutching the wound on his ribs tightly.

Blood slowly seeped out between his fingers.

Although the wound wasn't deep, it was quickly sealed and healed by the wriggling black skin.

But the momentary stabbing pain was like the loudest slap, fiercely striking Wang Chong's proud face.

This was the first time since he awakened his unique class that he had truly been injured.

The first time he had felt such a clear...

He slowly raised his head to look at Xia Jin, who was standing not far away with her blade sheathed, his eyes filled with shock and a trace of fear.

"Leader!"

"Boss!"

The elites behind Wang Chong saw this scene, and their eyes instantly split with rage!

One of the closest elites, without hesitation, turned into an afterimage and lunged forward, attempting to block in front of Wang Chong.

"Zila!"

A faint sound, like the crackle of electricity.

The tall, thin elite's charging figure flew back with a "bang," even faster than when he had rushed out, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground several meters away and instantly losing consciousness.

Chen Xiaolin was already standing in the path of his original charge, having appeared out of nowhere.

She lifted those clear, innocent, large eyes and said in a light tone:

"Hey, hey, what happened to the agreed-upon duel? You lackeys, why don't you understand the rules? Do you want to play at ganging up on us?"

She paused, her smile becoming even more amiable.

"A duel is a duel. You had better... just stand there and watch. Otherwise..."

She tilted her head, using the most innocent tone to say the most dangerous words:

"I'll have to step in to maintain order, too. That guy just now is an example."

The remaining elites stiffened, cold sweat seeping from their palms as they gripped their weapons, and not one of them dared to take another step forward.

For a moment, on the Prosperous Alliance side, aside from Wang Chong, who was panting heavily with a gloomy and uncertain look in his eyes.

The rest of the elites were completely suppressed in place by Chen Xiaolin alone, not daring to move rashly!

On the other side, Yu Jie, who had witnessed the whole process, was shocked beyond measure.

Suppression! Complete suppression!

01 Tribe had only sent two girls!

And they had suppressed the leader and elites of the Prosperous Alliance.

Either one of these two girls, if pulled out, would likely be enough to become a top combat force in any faction on the island, or even serve as a leader!

Yet they were merely subordinates of Qi Yun, the leader of 01 Tribe!

This combat power, this composure.

His previous judgment had been too conservative.

01 Tribe wasn't just "very strong," they were ridiculously strong! Pervertedly strong!

The last trace of hesitation in Yu Jie's heart vanished completely.

He turned his head abruptly and roared in a more urgent voice to another confidant beside him:

"Quick! You go back too! Bring everything from that box in our warehouse! Hurry! Run! You must get it here before Leader Qi Yun shows up!"

He no longer cared about the cost.

He just wanted to use every possible method to express his greatest sincerity and goodwill to 01 Tribe!

The confidant also realized the seriousness of the situation, his face turning pale. He acknowledged the order, turned, and bolted, running several times faster than when he had arrived.

At this moment, Wang Chong had stabilized his footing, and the wound on his ribs had already healed under the wriggling of his Black Abyss Skin.

He stared fixedly at Xia Jin, who was standing opposite him with her blade sheathed, his throat feeling dry.

"Your phantom... has a 0.5-second delay." Wang Chong analyzed in a forced, calm tone, attempting to regain some initiative.

"As long as my movements are fast enough and my reactions are timely enough, and I don't get hit by you and the phantom at the same point, your attacks cannot break my absolute defense! Just now... I was just careless!"

The louder he spoke, the more he seemed to be trying to convince himself as well as everyone present.

"You have already lost!" he finally roared.

Xia Jin looked at him, her blood-colored eyes showing no fluctuation.

Then, she slowly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"The warm-up has just ended," she said, her red lips parting slightly.

"Boom!"

"Now, it's my turn."

Xia Jin's blood-colored eyes locked onto Wang Chong, and she slowly raised her longblade.

The moment the last syllable fell—

"Whoosh!"

Only a faint afterimage remained in place!

Wang Chong didn't even see Xia Jin's movements clearly; he just felt a blur before his eyes, and the killing intent was already rushing toward him!

He instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ten consecutive, dense sounds of metal clashing, like a rainstorm, exploded crazily in less than a second!

Wang Chong felt as if he had been struck by ten heavy hammers from all angles at the same time!

He forced his eyes open and was horrified to discover that ten places on his Black Abyss Skin had been sliced open at the same time, revealing the pale yellow skin underneath!

So fast! Such a heavy blade! What a terrifying attack frequency!

And the phantom's movements were perfectly synchronized with Xia Jin's ten rapid slashes from 0.5 seconds ago!

It precisely followed up with attacks on those ten spots on Wang Chong's body that had just been sliced open!

"Chii! Chii! Chii..."

The sound of blades cutting into flesh, accompanied by Wang Chong's irrepressible groans of pain, rang out one after another!

This time, the wounds were deeper, and more blood flowed!

Wang Chong felt as if he were being sliced to death! He immediately put distance between himself and Xia Jin.

Xia Jin's rapid attacks broke his defense, creating wounds, while the following phantom attacks were like the cruelest executioner, tearing and enlarging the wounds fiercely!

He crazily activated the self-healing ability of his Black Abyss Skin to patch up the wounds one after another.

What made his heart sink even further was that he could feel that as the number of wounds increased, the consumption for self-healing grew.

The defense of the Black Abyss Skin covering his body was decreasing!

If this continued, it probably wouldn't take long.

Even Xia Jin's attacks alone would be able to easily slice through the black skin and inflict heavy damage on him!

This woman... really had the strength to drain him to death right here! To kill him!

He had never imagined that after awakening a unique class and dominating a region, he would face this kind of fear so quickly and so miserably.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood!

"Stop!"

Wang Chong suddenly raised a hand and shouted hoarsely.

Xia Jin's blade stopped steadily less than three inches from his throat.

Her blood-colored eyes looked at him calmly.

Wang Chong was panting heavily.

All his pride and anger were crushed to pieces by the cruel reality at this moment.

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and squeezed out humiliating words through his gritted teeth:

"Let's end it here... Yes... I lost."

He paused, barely daring to look into Xia Jin's eyes, and lowered his head, his voice dry:

"Please allow me to offer an apology to Leader Qi Yun."

The scene was deathly silent.

The elites of the Prosperous Alliance were all ashen-faced, as if their faith had collapsed.

Their invincible leader had actually... admitted defeat himself! And he had to offer an apology to someone!

The people of the Orderly Alliance all had colorful expressions, their eyes filled with lingering fear and relief as they looked at Yu Jie.

Fortunately, the leader was wise and surrendered and sent gifts early, otherwise...

Xia Jin slowly withdrew her Shura longblade, the fighting spirit in her blood-colored eyes slowly fading, her red lips moving slightly:

"I told you earlier, you are not worthy."

Wang Chong's body trembled, his fists clenched tightly. He kept his head lowered, not daring to retort.

Chen Xiaolin skipped over with a bright smile on her face and stood in front of Wang Chong.

"Oh my, flexible and adaptable, truly worthy of being a boss!"

"However..."

She changed the subject and held up two fair fingers:

"Now, if you want to see our leader, it's not the same price as before."

"You have to bring... double the resources that Yu Jie and his people brought! Only then will you possibly be able to see our leader! Remember, it's double!"

Wang Chong snapped his head up, his face instantly turning from white to green, then from green to black, his chest heaving violently; he was clearly furious to the extreme.

This was nothing short of naked extortion! Humiliation!

On Yu Jie's side, hearing Chen Xiaolin's words, he was stunned at first, then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He wanted to laugh, but felt it wasn't appropriate, so he forcibly held it in.

But the gloating and sense of triumph in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Let you be arrogant! Let you be overbearing! Now you've hit a snag, haven't you? And you have to bleed double!

Wang Chong's throat bobbed a few times, as if he had swallowed a live fly. In a voice hoarse to the extreme, he ordered one of his elites:

"Go... return to the camp... bring some good things over first."

Every word felt like carving flesh from his heart.

"Yes... Boss," the elite replied with a trembling voice, turned, and quickly left, his back full of panic.

Watching Wang Chong's aggrieved appearance, swallowing his broken teeth along with the blood, Yu Jie finally couldn't help it.

He gave a light cough and said leisurely:

"Yo, Leader Wang Chong, are you... also starting to learn how to grovel? Why are you sucking up even harder than me?"