Igris wouldn’t be too surprised if someone else had cultivated in it, but Serra was said to be the biggest slut of the entire academy. They said she had slept with almost half of the male population, with most guys saying it was true. With the amount of guys that claimed to have slept with her, it was truly unbelievable that she had managed to master the Holy Elven Mother Art.

Serra didn’t look at the wound on her waist. In fact, due to the compression and suppression of her muscles, the wound had basically stopped bleeding.

"Did my elder sister send you?" Serra glared at Stanford as she asked. She didn’t wear the blank, ignorant look that Timothy wore.

Stanford nodded and said, "I originally thought that it wasn’t necessary for her to take such actions, but from the look of it, your sister has quite a discerning eye. For you to maintain your virginity, despite flashing your pussy and boobs around, you are truly an incredible genius. You will definitely be a thorn in her side."

"Stanford, are you mad? You are actually helping Sarah kill Serra? Do you not know that if Serra dies here, there will be no way we can answer to Godfather. Don’t forget how much we owe Godfather for his kindness. He also dotes on Serra the most!" Timothy said as he held his wound. His injury was a lot lighter than Serra’s, but unfortunately, he couldn’t cultivate the Holy Elven Mother Art. The blood that he had lost was enough to make his head spin.

Stanford ignored Timothy as he gripped his daggers tightly, staring intently at Serra like a ravenous wolf.

Timothy still wasn’t done when he was interrupted by Serra. She looked at Stanford and said, "I’ve never fought my sister for anything since I was little. To prevent her from second-guessing me, I spent all my time with guys and liquor and never paid attention to any Redclaire family matters. Yet, she still is unwilling to let me off."

"Two tigers cannot share one mountain. A family can’t have two heads. If there’s anything to blame, it’s that you only acted like a pig instead of being a real one. Otherwise, none of this would be necessary," Stanford said.

"Stanford, do you really believe you can kill me?" Serra said coldly.

"By telling you this much, it shows how determined I am to kill you. Your mastering of the Holy Elven Mother Art has indeed exceeded my expectations, but unfortunately, you are only a level 4 Super Soldier stage and have yet to advance to level 10 and get a class. Your death is a certainty today." As Stanford spoke, he took out a green sword; it looked like a coiled snake.

The snake was shimmering with a demonic green-blue glow as though it was alive. Green-blue scales surfaced and enveloped Stanford’s entire left arm and hand, making his arm appear like a bizarre venomous snake exuding extremely uncanny vibes.

"Poisonous Evil Green Snake Sword, an Epic-grade equipment? Impossible... You are only a level 6... How could you use an Epic-grade sword? That’s impossible..." Timothy stared at Stanford’s left arm as he exclaimed, a look of horror plastering his face.

Stanford shook his head slightly. "Don’t worry about that. I’m just capable of using the Epic blade."

"How is it possible to equip one without reaching the Ultra realm or level 20? The Energy needed to equip the blade Explosive Scaled Snake is enough to suck anyone dry..." Timothy still found it unbelievable.

Serra harrumphed and said, "My sister sure went for broke in order to kill me. There’s only one way to possess an Epic-level equipment at this stage: to let an Ultra realm warrior transfer it to the person, even at the cost of their lives."

"You are indeed smart. Unfortunately, you will have to die today." Stanford no longer hesitated as he rushed towards Serra. Meanwhile, he slashed down the dagger along with the sword.

He was exceedingly fast as the green blade seemed to phase away. It was almost impossible for one to use the naked eye to capture its trajectory. As an uncanny green-blue stream of light, it flashed across Serra’s neck.

It was at a speed so fast that it even exceeded a Tyrant zombie’s spear attack. It gave Igris the impression that Serra was doomed.

But to his surprise, he heard a clang. Serra had gripped the lightning-fast jade dagger, holding it right in front of her. Serra’s hand holding the dagger, or perhaps it should be said that most of her body, was enveloped by golden iron armor. She looked like a battle angel, sexy and heavenly.

"Golden Valkyrie, an Epic-grade Equipment. So you have also used the same method to obtain an Epic-grade Equipment? It’s no wonder you held no fear." Stanford instantly recognized what the armor represented.

"No, you are wrong. I don’t have to use such a cruel method to obtain a Legendary Companion Beast. Nor do I have such a need to." Serra exerted strength, immediately snapping the dagger in her hand and leaving Stanford to retreat rapidly with the remnants of the jade dagger.

"The Holy Elven Mother Art is the Energy Art that has the most amount of Energy amongst its peers. Even though I’m only at the Super Soldier stage, I still have the chance of equipping an Epic-grade Equipment, despite them being the weaker ones and me needing to take on some risk. However, it’s more than sufficient when dealing with your Explosive Scaled Snake." Serra had a sharp glint in her eyes as she approached Stanford.

"It’s no wonder your sister views you as a threat. Such talent is indeed terrifying," Stanford said as he retreated. After saying that, he turned around and ran deep into the Ancient City.

Serra didn’t hesitate as she immediately pursued him.

"Don’t chase after him!" Timothy hurriedly yelled to stop Serra when he saw Stanford flee. However, Serra was bent on killing Stanford. There was no hesitation in her huge strides.

The two probably had Speed valued at 20 or 30, making it too late for Igris to catch up with them. Soon, they vanished around a corner.

Igris slowed down his pace without continuing his pursuit. Instead, it was Timothy who handled the wound on his neck before chasing after them.

"What are you waiting for? Why aren’t you chasing after them to help Serra?" Timothy yelled at him when he saw Igris stop.

Igris rolled his eyes as he said to Timothy, "After you."

"Coward," Timothy cursed under his breath before ignoring Igris. He immediately continued his pursuit.

Igris didn’t mind really. He wished to help Serra, but heading over was of zero use. Stanford and Serra had Epic equipment while he had none. But he would still help if he could.

The reason Igris wanted to help Serra was that deep down he knew that Stanford would silence him and Timothy after he had successfully killed Serra to ensure his own safety. Stanford’s attack on Timothy had already revealed this thought of his. If Serra was successfully killed, there was no way he would spare Igris. Therefore, Igris was inevitably helping himself by helping Serra.

However, without revealing his system, any help he rendered was useless. The might of an Epic-grade item was not something he could equal at present.

As Igris made his way through the alleys, Zombie Walkers shambled out from the shadows. He didn’t dodge them this time. He pulled out his Gratting Sword and went to work.

*Slash. Thrust. Chop.*

His system chimed continuously, prompting him about gaining EXP, absorbing souls, and siphoning stat points from the dead zombies. It was a grim harvest, but a necessary one.

**[Ding! You have hit 100 kills!]** 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

**[System has been upgraded from 10x System to 100x Multiplier System!]**

Igris’s eyes brightened. A 100 times return on items, and his attacks would also multiply by 100 times! Right now, his base strength stats were about 7. With his passive buffs and sword, it sat around 70. If multiplied by the system, that would be an attack power of 700 stats! Not even a level 15 could block his attack with this upgrade!

He soon heard shouts and the clashing of metal. Focusing his gaze, he immediately saw Serra and Stanford fighting each other on the other end of a wide street.

But that wasn’t all, there was a massive monster with them too.

[Name: Tyrant Zombie]

[Type: Boss]

[Level: 12]

Igris’s face changed slightly.

The monster was humanoid-looking but was 5 meters tall. There were bone spurs protruding from its spine and every joint in its body. Its eyes glowed a terrifying green color.

The Tyrant ignored Stanford and attacked Serra.

Odd. Why would the Tyrant zombie only be attacking Serra?

Seeing the miserable Serra, who kept retreating with her body covered in injuries—even her boobs could be seen from the tear on her crop top and her thighs were exposed—Igris couldn’t help but frown slightly.

However, when Igris’s gaze carefully observed Stanford, he immediately came to a realization. On Stanford’s chest, there was a pendant that glowed a milky white color. From the looks of it, the reason the Tyrant zombie wasn’t attacking Stanford stemmed from the pendant. Igris knew that it was likely an object that reduced aggro to zero.