Chapter 150: A Narrow Escape from Death

At Jiang Kai's command, the God of Hell's Decree immediately shot toward Hochman.

The sharp blade pierced through Hochman's body again and again, leaving behind arcs of black mist in the air.

Hochman, who had always prided himself on enduring injuries, initially gritted his teeth to withstand the relentless onslaught of the God of Hell's Decree. But after suffering thirty or forty attacks, he finally couldn't endure it anymore and let out agonized screams.

"Ah! Kill me!"

"If you have the guts, kill me!"

Jiang Kai coldly watched Hochman, who kept begging, his gaze indifferent. He chuckled lightly and said, "I already told you, your time hasn't come yet. You'll have to enjoy this a little longer."

Countless eyes witnessed this cruel scene—a man who had already been cut in half at the waist was still being tortured so brutally.

Even a barbarian couldn't withstand this kind of torment, which showed just how ruthless it was.

What was even more incomprehensible was that Hochman had already endured attacks far beyond any normal limit, yet he still wasn't dead.

"My god, this is truly worse than death!"

"You know, the most unbelievable part is that he doesn't even seem skilled in combat techniques, yet he's managed to kill all three of the Allied Forces' top experts! Absolutely insane!"

Inside the psychological treatment center, Xu Fei, Zhu Yuan, and Wang Gang were watching the screen, witnessing Jiang Kai utterly crushing Hochman. They were beyond excited, their eyes widening.

"This is so satisfying! Hochman claimed to be Jiang Kai's nemesis, but now he's the one begging for mercy!"

"Begging for mercy? No, he's begging for death! Before Jiang Kai, the only thing he can beg for is a swift end!"

"This Hochman was so arrogant before. Now he's met his match. Serves him right!"

In Country Y, Christina had just logged out after dying. The moment she exited from Gate 143, she saw that the login hall was broadcasting live footage from the public area.

When she saw Hochman covered in wounds, desperately begging Jiang Kai to kill him, she suddenly realized her back was drenched in sweat.

That Huaxia man had told her before that she was the only opponent who had shown respect toward Huaxia, so he gave her a quick, painless death.

At the time, Christina had thought he was just pretending to be merciful. But now she finally understood—he had truly gone easy on her.

Not just a little, either.

Anyone lucky enough to receive a one-hit kill from Jiang Kai should be celebrating.

"That guy… is he… is he a monster?", Christina stammered.

Hochman continued to wail, his cries shifting from rage to desperate pleas.

"Please, let me die! I won't dare anymore! I beg you, kill me! Ahh!"

"Huaxia man! Huaxia man! I, Hochman, will never touch another Huaxia person again! Please, just give me a swift death!"

Swoosh!

The God of Hell's Decree pierced straight through Hochman's face, emerging from the back of his skull before stopping midair.

Jiang Kai walked up to Hochman, unfastened his wristwatch, and stored it in his card pouch. But he didn't find his weapons or Berserker's Blood.

Standing upright, Jiang Kai glanced at the dying Hochman and sneered coldly, "And here I thought you had some backbone. Turns out you're just a coward who bullies the weak but fears the strong!"

"You call others trash, but you're worse than trash yourself!"

Hochman's eyes no longer held any anger—only pure terror.

Even when facing a King-tier boss, he had never felt fear like this before.

Only Hochman could understand—Jiang Kai's most terrifying trait wasn't just his attack speed. It was that his attacks grew stronger and stronger with each strike.

His Steel Body should have been toughening with his injuries, yet Jiang Kai's attacks kept escalating at an even faster rate.

In just over ten seconds, he had endured wave after wave of increasingly powerful strikes.

And Jiang Kai's final attack, Time's Not Up Yet, had completely shattered his psychological defenses.

Worse than living, worse than dying—no one would ever want to experience that kind of agony again.

Hochman's gaze gradually dulled, losing all light. His broken body finally began to fade away.

Jiang Kai stood up and looked down at his right arm.

Pile on the Pain only worked on injured targets, and once they died, all the buffs immediately vanished.

A wave of dizziness hit him.

His right leg, right arm, lower back, and back, all of his wounds had worsened in the intense battle.

Right now, forget the God of Hell's Decree, he could barely even perform Quenched Chasing Nine Tribulations.

Yet in front of him, a dozen guards were still standing, looking at him in panic.

Jiang Kai had fooled them twice already, switching between his clone and his real body. Even though they could see that he was severely weakened, they still didn't dare to charge in recklessly.

Jiang Kai let out a cold snort, took a deep breath, and swept his gaze over them.

These people were watching him like a pack of hungry wolves. Even an idiot could tell—Jiang Kai was already running on fumes.

One of the hunters tried to rally his comrades, stammering, "H-he's almost done for. Stay sharp—distinguish between his real body and his clone! His clone shouldn't have any attacks!"

Jiang Kai's clone was actually easy to recognize—it had no offensive abilities, and he couldn't stray more than thirty meters from it, limiting his escape options.

Moreover, his clone couldn't heal injuries. Jiang Kai's real body was heavily wounded, and his max stamina had plummeted.

The enemies cautiously closed in, step by step.

Jiang Kai narrowed his eyes slightly.

The public area was even tougher than he had anticipated. These elites were all formidable in their own right.

Taking on a hundred enemies alone was still impossible for him.

And as if things weren't bad enough, a new crisis appeared.

From the distance, a group of sixty or seventy people suddenly approached.

"Kate, that's the guy who killed Hochman and the others!"

The newcomers quickly merged with the remaining enemies.

Jiang Kai squinted.

A few among them looked particularly strong—not quite at Hochman's level, but not far off either.

Especially that guy named Kate. He seemed to be their leader—sharp-eyed, steady, and exuding a powerful presence.

Seventy or eighty people immediately surrounded Jiang Kai.

"Kid, do you really think you can take down all of us elites by yourself?"

"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

Jiang Kai narrowed his eyes. It seemed like there really was no way out this time.

His last trump card as a gambler—he might not even be able to use it now.

"Oh, really?", Jiang Kai sneered, straightening his posture and scanning the crowd, "If that's the case, then I won't leave. Grandpa will fight you all to the end!"

The European man named Kate let out a cold snort, "Enough talk—kill him!"

As the enemies swarmed in, Jiang Kai exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. He was just about to activate Deceptive Clone for one final gamble—

When suddenly, a roar erupted from behind him.

"Boss! You actually came to the public area without telling us? You're so dead when we get back!"

Before Jiang Kai could even turn around, the sky above suddenly darkened—thick clouds rolling in, thunder rumbling.

"Brother Hu?", Jiang Kai's face was full of surprise. That voice sounded like Brother Hu, and with the stormy skies above, Jiang Kai instantly thought of him.

"Flooding the Jinshan Temple!" a furious voice bellowed.

"What the hell is Flooding the Jinshan Temple?", Jiang Kai was even more confused. Wasn't Brother Hu's skill Rain Prayer? Since when did he have Flooding the Jinshan Temple?

It probably wasn't Brother Hu.

Both Jiang Kai and his enemies turned toward the source of the voice.

But the first thing they saw wasn't the person who cast Flooding the Jinshan Temple.

Instead, a massive figure suddenly leaped out of the forest, crashing down beside Jiang Kai with a tremendous impact.

"Earth-Shattering Stomp! I, Yuan Mou, am the strongest war god in the world!"

Immediately after, another short but stocky figure emerged from the forest.

He wielded a faintly glowing longsword and charged straight into the enemy ranks.

"I am Ruan Yu! I have never been weaker than anyone in my life!"

"Beautiful ladies, hehe, your emperor is here! Come, serve me well!"

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