Six Arms Instantly Defeated, Humans Are So Fragile
The deafening roar of the Fireball explosion echoed through the courtyard.
Tang Zheng stood alone on the neatly trimmed lawn, his gaze peering out from under his hood, fixed on the European Style castle ahead.
The main gate had been reduced to rubble, thick smoke billowing from within.
"Wiped out in an instant? Impressive."
Tang Zheng sensed that the dozen or so Undead he controlled had been annihilated by a single Fireball attack, severing the connection. He couldn't help but praise the power.
From the guards he had killed, he had learned that the Six Arms had gathered today, a rare occurrence. Though he hadn't discovered the reason, Tang Zheng had little interest in knowing.
He glanced at the Experience Points on his status panel.
[Experience Bar: 20973/10000]
The dozen or so Eight Fingers members had granted him over 800 Experience Points.
In Tang Zheng's eyes, the Eight Fingers' security at the outpost was lax, and the personnel were few. In reality, the average level of these stationed members was between Level 6 and Level 8.
By normal human standards, they were already considered skilled.
*BOOM!* A charred wooden door, carved with a majestic lion, was flung out, landing heavily on the lawn with a resounding crash.
The next moment.
Several figures emerged from the smoke in succession.
"Heh heh, it really is just one person."
The Blood Moon Scimitar, Edesterien, dressed in a light, gauzy outfit, swayed her slender waist as she spoke with a coquettish laugh, "Tell me, sir, are you sure you've come to cause trouble for us?"
As she moved, the golden bangles on her wrists and ankles chimed melodically.
The Thousand Kill, Mamvest, casually draped a matador's jacket with gold-embroidered patterns over his upper body, and stepped out second.
"This jacket of mine is quite expensive, you know. If it gets smoked, I won't be able to wear it again."
The Thousand Kill, Mamvest, held a slender rapier in his right hand, the tip of the blade pointing to the ground, swaying slightly as he spoke with displeasure.
Following closely behind were the Space Slash, Peshrian, the Phantom Demon, Shakyuronto, and the Undead King, Divanok.
"Tsk tsk, the boss is really angry." The Phantom Demon, Shakyuronto's gaunt face revealed a sinister look as he sized up Tang Zheng from afar, then turned to the Undead King, Divanok, "What's the deal with this guy?"
"He's not like me."
The Undead King, Divanok's red eyes, flickering like ghostly flames, revealed a hint of disappointment.
As a naturally born Undead Archmage, he had suppressed his innate hatred for the living through his abyss-like desire for Magic.
He had accepted the Fighting Demon, Jie Luo's invitation to join the Eight Fingers, in order to use human wealth to learn the Magic they possessed.
This was the first time he had encountered someone who surpassed him in Necromantic Magic, leading the Undead King, Divanok, to believe he had found a kindred spirit.
But alas! Tang Zheng did not possess the slightest aura of death.
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere among the group tensed, and a look of gravity appeared in everyone's eyes.
"To dare to break into our base alone, he's indeed a dangerous fellow." The Space Slash, Peshrian's low, hoarse voice came from within his helmet.
The Undead King, Divanok's strength was well known to everyone, and the fact that he, as an Undead, could not gain an advantage in controlling the dead spoke volumes.
What did this mean? It was self-evident!
The mysterious figure wrapped in Black Robes likely possessed strength approaching the Hero Domain, or may have already entered that realm.
Thump! Thump! Heavy footsteps echoed as the Six Arms parted to make way for the Fighting Demon, Jie Luo, whose body was covered in beast tattoos and bulging with muscles. He exuded a dangerous aura as he walked out, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.
"Our base was attacked, you've made me lose face."
"I am a magnanimous person, but I am very angry right now, so I will only give you two choices."
The Fighting Demon, Jie Luo, glared fiercely at Tang Zheng, "Either become my subordinate, or die!"
The atmosphere became oppressive at that moment.
Six gazes, each containing arrogance, seriousness, disdain, curiosity, and other emotions, focused on him.
Faced with a lineup of six Adamantite Rank experts, even Tang Zheng felt a pressure.
"Among the Eight Fingers, the strongest Six Arms are all here. My luck is truly something else."
Tang Zheng's sigh echoed, and the eyes hidden under his hood showed a hint of seriousness.
No matter how much he might underestimate them.
The six people in front of him were all above level 20. Although level was one thing, strength was another.
For example, the weakest Phantom Demon, although high in level, its job structure was "Light Warrior" plus "Illusionist."
A basic warrior job and a basic magic job, with no synergy between them, resulted in a real strength of only around level ten.
No wonder he was later killed by the newbie Claymore.
In fact, this kind of job construction was quite common among the natives.
On the other hand, the strongest Fighting Demon Jie Luo was somewhat exaggerated and abnormal, even Fingernail Cutter Brain had to drink two bottles of potions.
"So, what is your choice?" Fighting Demon Jie Luo asked.
"You misunderstand."
"I mean, this will save a lot of time." Tang Zheng said, "Harboring the Undead, you are truly guilty."
The Six Arms were all stunned, their faces turning cold.
"I've seen many self-righteous people, but I've seen more kneeling before me, crying and begging for mercy."
Fighting Demon Jie Luo grinned, a ferocious look on his face, "I will take your head as a decoration for my room, to tell all the fools who challenge the Six Arms what the consequences will be!"
Tang Zheng swayed slightly, "Too much nonsense."
*Shrink!* In an instant.
Tang Zheng's figure disappeared from the spot, and with an extraordinary speed, he rushed from dozens of meters away to the front of the group in an instant.
"So fast!"
Everyone's expression changed in shock.
This was not the speed a Magic Caster should have.
Fighting Demon Jie Luo narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his fist.
Thousand Kill Mamvest and Space Slash Peshrian also reacted quickly, while the other three stood there, still a little dazed.
"Dark Wave!"
Tang Zheng spat out three words.
Buzz—
Dark Curse Power immediately spread out from Tang Zheng, and after raising the Cursed Knight to 3LV, the range of Dark Wave had expanded to a distance of 5 meters.
The Curse Power penetrated their bodies, and everyone's movements froze.
At this moment.
Tang Zheng was already standing in the middle of the six, and an Iron Sword appeared in his palm at the same time.
In a real fight.
He had no confidence in taking on six at once.
These people could not be considered weak, and it would be troublesome if they were scattered. Moreover, to control these people, he had to crush them with absolute strength!
Therefore.
Taking advantage of the skill, he didn't give the people in front of him a chance to attack, and directly ended the battle in the shortest possible time.
"Four Light Consecutive Slash!"
A brilliant cold light flashed in the air.
Fighting Demon Jie Luo, Phantom Demon Shakyuronto, Thousand Kill Mamvest, and Blood Moon Scimitar Edesterien were the first to have a soaring spray of blood blossom on their bodies.
After attacking the four.
Tang Zheng twisted his ankle and kicked out, heavily striking the "Space Slash" Peshrian.
Of the six people present, only the opponent was wearing full body armor, and if the attack had landed on him just now...
Tang Zheng strongly suspected that the Iron Sword, already collapsing under the influence of the curse, would probably shatter the moment it collided with the opponent's full body armor.
*Boom!* The doubled damage, amplified by the Curse Power, exploded on the chest of "Space Slash" Peshrian, and the seemingly hard armor directly caved in a large area.
"Space Slash" Peshrian screamed, his figure blasted away and smashed into the mansion.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Immediately following, three screams also rang out simultaneously.
The "Phantom Demon" Shakyuronto, "Thousand Kill" Mamvest, and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edesterien collapsed on the ground.
Large amounts of blood spurted out of their wounds, causing the three to lose their ability to fight.
Human physiques couldn't compare to Ogres.
*Bang!* The ground shook.
"Fighting Demon" Jie Luo woke up from his daze, the intense pain and aura of death activating his long-honed reflexes.
He stomped hard on the ground, quickly creating distance.
Even though he hadn't figured out what had happened, his body had already reacted first.
"How is this possible!!"
"Who exactly are you!"
Only after creating about ten meters of distance did "Fighting Demon" Jie Luo stagger to a halt, looking at Tang Zheng with disbelief and horror.
The "Six Arms" was actually... instantly defeated! "Monster, monster."
"Phantom Demon" Shakyuronto lay on the ground, his face pale, the blood beneath him already forming a pool: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
The feeling of blood constantly flowing out, life slowly fading away, made him tremble all over.
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edesterien and "Thousand Kill" Mamvest also lay on the ground in near despair.
"Humans are really fragile."
Tang Zheng glanced at the few people, threw the broken Iron Sword in his hand on the ground, and looked up towards the sky.
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