Chapter 472: A Dead Man, Still So Much Talk

In the instant of contact, Sword and Bones trembled all over, their faces drastically changing in horror.

"Not good!"

A fearful thought rose in their minds.

Before they could react...

A long spear, unstoppable as it shattered everything in its path, aimed for their heads.

The spear burned with terrifying flames.

Once hit by this spear, their life force would be destroyed in an instant.

Sword and Bones were terrified, desperately stirring the energy within their bodies, trying to resist the spear’s assault.

However, it was futile, like trying to stop a flood with a cup of water!

Their strength rapidly depleted...

The spear was relentless and unstoppable!

Pfft! Pfft!

Sword and Bones grunted.

Their bodies flew out like sandbags, crashing to the ground, crushing a small hill.

"Impossible! How can you, a level-three trialist, possess such immense power? Such a terrifying ability?"

"I don’t believe it! Damn it, why is this happening?!"

Sword and Bones were filled with shock and rage!

At the same time, boundless fear spread.

They knew they had been outsmarted!

This Waldo was definitely not a level-three trialist!

At least a level-four trialist!

"Why has his strength increased so rapidly?"

Bones couldn’t believe it.

With a roar, his blood surged.

Then, his third eye opened.

Terrifying energy converged within, exuding a heart-racing, overwhelming aura...

"Die!"

"Without the protection of the safe house, I refuse to believe you can withstand my Eye of Destruction!"

Bones roared in fury.

However, the next moment, his voice abruptly stopped.

His three eyes widened in extreme terror.

Then, rapidly dimming...

Because at that moment, Waldo suddenly appeared in front of him.

A punch!

A seemingly ordinary punch, yet containing immense terrifying power!

It pierced through Bones’ chest.

A vibrant heart, pulsing with strong life force, was held in Waldo’s hand.

Pfft!

The heart was crushed, blood and flesh splattering from his palm.

A level-four three-eyed native perished miserably at Waldo’s hands!

"I’ve said it before, neither of you is qualified to kill me. Generally, those who attempt to kill me end up with a bad fate, because I kill them first!"

Waldo’s gaze was icy.

After killing Bones, he turned to look at Sword, buried under rocks.

Sword leapt out, his eyes filled with resentment as he glanced at Waldo.

Without hesitation, he quickly fled towards the distance!

He was acutely aware that he was no match for Waldo now.

His only thought was to escape as quickly as possible!

On his way, he looked back at Waldo, unwilling to let go.

"Waldo, you wait, it won’t be long before our master avenges us! You didn’t die today, but next time you will surely perish! You might escape this time, but not..."

"Ah!" Sword suddenly screamed in agony, his face twisted in pain!

Unbeknownst to him, Waldo had appeared in front of him.

A long spear pierced through his chest!

"A dead man, still so much talk, deserves to die like this," Waldo said coldly.

With a slight exertion of force in his palm, the spear vibrated, unleashing terrifying power.

Instantly, it shattered Sword’s body, dispersing it into the air!

It was over...

In the land of darkness, the tumultuous energy gradually subsided.

The pervasive scorching aura cooled down, and the fierce, raging winds also ceased their unrestrained howling...

Everything had come to an end.

The two level-four three-eyed natives who came to kill Waldo were ultimately counter-killed by him.

The battle lasted two hours.

However, the actual end of the fight took only a few minutes.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye...

Through this battle, Waldo gained a preliminary understanding of his own strength.

"My power is much greater than I had imagined. Although I am only a level-three trialist, in reality, my true combat power has already surpassed that of a level-four trialist, much stronger than a level-four monster..."

"But still, it’s at the level-four tier," Waldo thought to himself.

Afterward, he returned to the safe house.

At this moment, the two-story safe house was battered and worn, with large areas of wall plaster falling off and the rocks cracked, forming numerous fine cracks.

It seemed as if it could collapse at any moment...

Waldo sighed softly.

"Two level-four three-eyed natives, indeed formidable. This safe house was almost unable to withstand them. If it were an ordinary level-three trialist, they would have breached the safe house directly!"

"However, the safe house has a self-repair function. It won’t be long before these cracks are continuously repaired, eventually returning to their original state."

In the fine cracks, runes flickered, rapidly repairing.

Seeing this, Waldo was reassured.

At that moment, his thoughts shifted to other matters.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

The three-eyed natives were killed.

But the matter was far from over!

"That so-called master, I don’t know exactly who they are, and they probably won’t come after me anytime soon. But just to be safe, I should relocate. Once I become a level-four trialist, I can then confront that mysterious master."

"Besides that, there are those trialists who tipped off the three-eyed natives..."

Murderous intent surged in Waldo’s eyes.

...

At this time, discussions about Waldo continued unabated.

Most of these discussions were filled with shock.

The reason is simple.

To most trialists, Waldo, being just a minor level-three trialist, could not possibly have survived against two level-four three-eyed natives.

However, they waited and waited, but the news of Waldo’s tragic death never came.

"I checked Waldo’s profile page, it’s still active, which means he’s not dead..."

"Could it be that the three-eyed natives didn’t find him?"

"That’s impossible, the three-eyed natives couldn’t possibly fail to find him! Waldo has been in his safe house all along, how could they not find him?"

"Didn’t someone say before? There were tremendous energy fluctuations in Waldo’s area, clearly, the three-eyed natives made their move against Waldo!"

"But two hours have passed, why hasn’t the battle ended? Can a level-three trialist like Waldo really hold out for so long? Sounds fake, right?!"

"This is currently the most baffling aspect..."

Various speculations popped into the minds of numerous trialists.

They couldn’t imagine that Waldo not only withstood the joint assault of Bones and Sword, two powerful three-eyed natives, but also killed them both.

If this news were to spread, it would probably drop jaws in astonishment.

However, Waldo had no intention of broadcasting the incident.

Simply put, he feared that spreading the news might alert others unnecessarily...