311: Chapter 305 Slaying

That black spear tip emerged abruptly from the pile of rubble, like a poisonous thorn reaching out from the depths of hell.

The hair on the Thin Man's body instantly stood on end.

Without a second thought, he exerted force through his feet and retreated violently.

Underground!

This warning allowed the Strong Man with Battle Axe and the Bewitching woman beside him to react immediately.

The two of them instinctively aimed their weapons at the ground.

Die for me!

The Strong Man with Battle Axe let out a roar, his massive battle axe hacking fiercely at the spot where the spear tip had emerged.

The long whip in the Bewitching woman's hand was also lashed out, striking the ground.

Boom!

Crack!

The battle axe smashed a large crater into the ground, sending gravel flying.

The long whip also carved a deep trench into the ground.

But the next moment, the expressions of both changed.

Under their attack, the black spear was lightly knocked away, tumbling a few times in the air before landing in the rubble not far away.

It didn't feel like they had struck a weapon held by someone at all; it was more like they had knocked away an iron rod casually stuck in the ground.

There was no feedback of force whatsoever.

It was empty!

The Thin Man's pupils contracted to the extreme.

A terrifying thought exploded in his mind.

Oh no!

It's a trap!

This was just a decoy!

Just as he realized this, an extreme chill rose from behind him, instantly spreading through his entire body.

He wanted to turn, to block, to dodge.

But it was all too late.

Puchi!

A blood-red blade tip emerged from his chest without warning.

He stiffly lowered his head, looking at the blood-stained blade, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Song Yang's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, his face devoid of any expression.

That spear that had emerged from the ground was merely a prop he used to attract their attention.

The real killing move had been lurking where they were most relaxed.

Uh...

The Thin Man's vitality was fading rapidly.

Song Yang did not give him any chance; the blade shredded his heart, then was quickly withdrawn.

Two more strikes, cleanly piercing his throat and the back of his head.

The Thin Man's body went limp, falling straight to the ground and turning into a mass of data.

Even in death, he couldn't understand how Song Yang managed to sneak behind him silently, right under the perception of all three of them.

This sudden turn of events left the Strong Man with Battle Axe and the Bewitching woman completely stunned.

A second ago, they were still working together to attack the enemy underground.

The next second, their companion had already become a corpse.

From the sneak attack to the kill, the entire process was seamless and so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

Third Brother!

The Strong Man with Battle Axe let out a roar of grief and indignation, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

The Bewitching woman was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she involuntarily took a step back, her eyes filled with unprecedented fear as she looked at Song Yang.

This man was too terrifying.

He was not only strong, but his mind was also meticulously sharp to an appalling degree.

Every step was within his calculations.

Their supposedly safe strategy of responding to change with constancy was a joke from start to finish, and instead, it had turned them into stationary targets.

At the same time, a mechanical notification sound rang in everyone's minds.

[Remaining participants: 6]

[Advancement spots: 4]

Hearing this prompt, the Bewitching woman's face turned even paler.

There were only six people left.

That meant as long as two more people died, the remaining ones would advance.

I want you to die!

The Strong Man with Battle Axe had his reason completely devoured by rage.

Abandoning all defense, he charged at Song Yang like an enraged beast, holding his battle axe aloft.

The massive battle axe swirled in his hands like a whirlwind, carrying the momentum to tear everything in front of him to shreds.

Facing this violent attack, Song Yang did not choose to meet it head-on.

His footwork shifted, his figure like a drifting leaf, always narrowly dodging just before the axe blade could touch him.

The Strong Man with Battle Axe's attacks were wide and powerful, but their weaknesses were equally obvious.

That was that they were too unwieldy.

Every swing had a huge opening.

Song Yang was like a master matador, constantly dodging, exhausting his opponent's stamina and patience, while his blade sought an opportunity for a fatal strike.

Clang!

Is that all you can do, just dodge!

The Strong Man with Battle Axe roared repeatedly, his attacks becoming even more frenzied.

The Bewitching woman stood not far away, watching the battle, her expression shifting uncertainly.

The long whip in her hand tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.

Reason told her she should go help and join forces with the Strong Man with Battle Axe; only then would it be possible to kill Song Yang.

But the fear in her heart prevented her from taking a step.

The Thin Man's state of death was still fresh in her mind.

She had no doubt that as soon as she made a move, that man would unhesitatingly lock onto her as his next target.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the crazed Strong Man with Battle Axe and the calm Song Yang, and finally, it drifted uncontrollably toward the deeper parts of the ruins.

Escape?

Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.

Alliance? Companions?

At a moment of life and death, these all seemed so ridiculous.

As long as she could survive, what did the lives of others have to do with her?

In the arena, the Strong Man with Battle Axe's breathing had become increasingly heavy.

The frantic attacks had greatly drained his stamina; his speed and power were clearly declining.

Conversely, Song Yang remained steady in his breathing, handling it with ease.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Song Yang no longer just dodged; he began to counterattack.

Every strike he made was tricky and ruthless, specifically targeting the weak points of the Strong Man with Battle Axe, such as his joints and wrists.

The Strong Man with Battle Axe struggled to parry, and soon, several bloodstains appeared on his body.

He became more and more alarmed as he fought.

The opponent's spear technique did not look like that of a young man at all; it was more like that of a grandmaster who had immersed himself in this art for decades.

Ah!

Once again, an attack missed, and the Strong Man with Battle Axe stumbled, exposing a huge opening.

Now is the time!

A cold glint flashed in Song Yang's eyes, and his long-accumulated strength exploded in an instant.

The long spear in his hand turned into a streak of black lightning, piercing straight toward the heart of the Strong Man with Battle Axe.

This thrust was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Unavoidable!

On the face of the Strong Man with Battle Axe, despair finally emerged.

He watched helplessly as the spear tip grew larger and larger in his pupils.

He had lost; he was completely no match for the guy in front of him!