My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 109: Slaughter! Fight!

Gang Ryeong showed not even a hint of emotion.

He calmly walked past them, leaving the ten frozen in time.

Their figures were completely still, as though paused.

"What happened to them?"

The observer wondered, confusion clouding their thoughts.

Then, as if time resumed, the bodies of the green-skinned people were immediately shredded, their limbs grinding into pieces as they fell to the ground.

Gang Ryeong moved forward like a reaper, his strikes swift and merciless. His sword blurred as it sliced through the air, cleaving through one opponent after another.

In the blink of an eye, he reached another, and with a ruthless swing, that one too was torn apart. He moved to the next, relentless and unstoppable.

Movement was fluid and smooth.

Gang Ryeong was truly like a reaper, straight out of hell.

In the blink of an eye, only a few remained.

The few left were already broken, their bodies trembling with sheer horror. They turned and fled in panic, desperation written across their faces.

Gang Ryeong watched them coldly, his gaze unwavering, but he did not move from his spot.

Pan Ji rushed up behind him, bowing deeply, tears streaming down his face as he cried out:

"Thank you, sir. You’ve avenged everyone who died a miserable death here."

Gang Ryeong didn’t respond. His hand tightened into a fist.

"Are there more of them?" he asked, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Not to my knowledge, sir," Pan Ji answered quickly.

"Then they will guide us," Gang Ryeong spoke again, his expression as cold as ever.

He walked forward slowly, his body drenched in blood.

To the green-skinned people, he might have seemed scrawny, but now he looked like a monster, straight out of hell.

Fear.

The fear of death was a chilling thing.

The remaining green-skinned people ran, their legs pumping with all their strength, desperate to escape.

And Gang Ryeong was right behind them.

His cold eyes followed each one with a deadly intent.

They led him forward, step by step.

Through narrow hallways and into a pit of some sort, where they hastily closed the door behind them.

Though they thought they had escaped, this only led him to their companion.

But these were heartless monsters. If they could bring their companions down with them, they would do so with twisted joy.

Gang Ryeong’s eyes fixed on the door, and with a swift slash, his sword cleaved it in two.

He stepped forward without hesitation.

An arrow whistled through the air, heading straight for him. Gang Ryeong casually dodged it, unfazed.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a brutal force slammed toward him. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Gang Ryeong’s eyes widened in surprise. Instinctively, he crossed his arms in defense.

Bang!

The sound of the collision was deafening.

Bone cracked under the force, and Gang Ryeong was hurled through the air, crashing into the wall.

The impact sent tremors through the structure, and cracks spread along the walls.

He landed hard, coughing violently, blood staining his lips.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

His arms were numb, and pain surged through his body as numerous injuries accumulated.

"Ahhh—!"

Gang Ryeong screamed, the agony sharp in his chest, only to feel an even more brutal force coming his way.

Helplessly, he dodged, his movements barely fast enough.

By some stroke of luck, he escaped unscathed.

A sword materialized in his hand, and with a swift motion, he slashed at the incoming fist.

A trickle of green blood splattered against the wall.

But that was it.

No deep wound, no lasting damage.

Gang Ryeong’s eyes locked onto his opponent, finally taking in the green-skinned man before him.

Unlike the others, this one was massive, his muscles bulging with raw power.

Two tusks jutted from his mouth, adding to the terrifying presence that radiated from him.

Even standing still, the man exuded an aura of intimidation that was unmatched.

"A Third-stage Martial Artist..."

His heart trembled, but his expression remained calm.

A shockwave erupted from the massive green-skinned warrior, and Gang Ryeong was thrown into the air once more.

He crashed into the wall with brutal force, the impact leaving no mercy.

"Damn..." he grunted, pain flaring in his chest.

Blood poured from his mouth as he violently coughed, but he didn’t relent.

With a swift motion, Gang Ryeong sprang to his feet, lightning crackling around his fist as he prepared to retaliate.

Boom!

The two fists, one small and lightning-charged, the other massive and brawny, clashed with all their might.

The ground shook as they collided, sending both fighters stumbling back a few paces.

But while Gang Ryeong coughed up more blood, the green-skinned giant stood relatively unharmed, his imposing form as solid as ever.

The brawny green-skinned giant snickered as he eyed Gang Ryeong’s battered form.

"Brat, you’ve got some strength, but that’s all you’ve got."

"Really?" Gang Ryeong replied, his voice strained, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed violently.

"I can spare you if you tell me how you suddenly gained such strength."

Gang Ryeong’s eyes flickered, a faint glimmer of hope lighting up his expression. "You’ll really spare me?"

"That’s right." The giant nodded, his grin widening.

"If you tell me what happened, I’ll spare your life."

The green-skinned giant believed he had the upper hand, his grin growing even broader as he thought he’d cornered Gang Ryeong.

Gang Ryeong took a slow, steadying breath, his mind racing to come up with a solution.

For an instant, his eyes went into a daze, and he entered the abyss of death.

Making all the green-skinned souls subservient to him.

Then his eyes in the real world flickered and awakened again.

"What happened just now?" The green-skinned giant had already become alert in his heart.

This mysterious kid in front of him wasn’t a new face, but him gaining such uncomfortable strength and even facing him, a Third-stage Martial Artist.

There had to be some mystery behind it, and he wanted to find that out with greed.

Although he was a mighty third-stage Martial Artist, he had to become subservient to that old hunched master, so inevitably, he was unhappy.

"Haha." Gang Ryeong started to laugh. "I am so foolish. I shouldn’t fight by myself in the first place. I have an army already."

"Hmm?"

The brawny green-skinned giant frowned. He moved towards him. "I won’t give you a chance, brat."

Then he heard only a single word come out of Gang Ryeong:

"Arise."

Immediately, the void distorted around him.

Then tens of green-skinned people appeared from it, covered in a black haze and hollow eyes.

The brawny green-skinned giant’s punch landed upon his brethren, ripping apart ten of them easily.

"You really know witchcraft, kid," he snickered in disdain, then his pupils froze.

The undead green-skinned started to recover slowly in front of him, regenerating quickly.

Then they walked towards him swiftly, attacking him.

Biting. Punching. Kicking.

"Body Will," he roared. Countless punches blasted them, but others quickly filled the gap.

There seemed to be a never-ending cycle to them.

And he was getting exhausted quickly.