Chapter 113: Chapter 110: D-level authority, Assassin! _1

The spring night’s breeze was not considered chilly.

However, on this particular night, for all the students participating in the trials, it was as if a cold, venomous snake had crawled up their spines and slithered its forked tongue by their ears.

Fear—had long since pierced their skin, penetrating their internal organs!

Coldness—had long seeped in from the top of their heads, making them feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar!

What exactly was going on?!

Could someone tell them what was going on?!

Beheaded, severed at the waist, bodies rotting, skulls shattered...

The eyes of their owners, yet to be shut in death, still held lingering shades of despair that couldn’t be erased.

Ye Hanjun rushed through and within less than a minute, he had already seen the bodies of seven students.

Every time he saw such a sight, he would slow down his pace a bit, lingering for three to five seconds each time.

But it wasn’t out of grief or sympathy; instead, using his most rational mindset, he analyzed their causes of death, thereby inferring the identity, methods, and abilities of the enemy.

Obviously, one of the causes had something to do with a "vine".

If it wasn’t strangled to death, it was smashed or thrown from a height, leading to broken bones throughout the victim’s body.

Such brutal ways of death indicated that this man or beast was extremely wild, void of any remorse when it came to killing, only filled with endless pleasure.

He... was very dangerous!

Soon, Ye Hanjun saw the true form of this danger.

"Ha-ha-ha, Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"The young bodies are so supple. It feels fluffy to hit, not loud, but crisp! So very crisp!"

A man in a black robe, wearing a black skull mask, stood in the clearing in the middle of the forest.

Next to him, a black vine stood erect. As thick as a water bucket at the bottom and as thin as a human finger at the tip, the entire length of it exceeded fifteen meters.

It was as if he wielded a hammer, harshly thrashing it around, making a consistently piercing sound of breaking the air.

Every time it fell, either a big tree was cut off at the waist, or a row of shrubbery was smashed and destroyed.

In this way, the man in the black mask had a clear path, ruthlessly sweeping away all creatures within his sight.

"Buzzzz, buzzzzzzz!"

"Buzzzz, buzzzz, buzzzz!"

A swarm of golden hornets flew over. The leaders of them were all fist-sized, revealing that they were all wild Fond Spirits of the Rainbow Light Virtual Intro level.

The rest of the swarm all share the commonality of being Mud-cast fetuses, but most of them are at the Great Completion or Perfection of the Mud-cast stage.

They flapped their wings, like a trained army unit ready to attack, scattering around to flutter towards the man in the black mask.

The black-masked man sneered, and suddenly exposed his arm.

The dark rose-shaped pattern on it bloomed into a dim light. A black light beam didn’t shoot out from his body, but instead came from his Dark Element Demon Fond Spirit, ’Devil Vine’. It shot into his body.

In an instant, the aura of the man in the black mask got colder.

Contrarily, Devil Vine’s spirit seemed to wane.

This is another active ability of magic apprentices - ’Element Call’.

By absorbing the elemental energy of a contracted spirit of the same element, the Patron can exert simple elemental spells, such as ’Fireball Technique’, ’Water Walk Clothing’, ’Earth Wall’ and so on, to gain the power to attack or defend.

The spell the man in the black mask was using is called ’Night Curtain’.

This is a layer of dark energy enveloping the caster’s body. Whenever a hornet attempts to swoop down and sting, as soon as it touches this web, its flight speed changes from extreme speed to extreme slowness. Each flap of its wings becomes notably sluggish.

"Boom!"

Whenever this happens, the Devil Vine would take advantage of the opportunity to whip down with its vine.

If it hits a hornet, it was sure to pound it to the ground, turning it into a pile of crushed insect carcasses.

"Shush—sssh!"

From not far away, Lin Qingyun, who was standing next to a student’s corpse, had a ghostly pale face.

He was like someone who had just recovered from a severe illness, his eyes were red, revealing a chill that had never been seen before.

"My precious babies, I’m really sorry you had to come out with me this time..."

"But don’t fear, don’t be afraid..."

"As long as we can kill him, your sacrifices won’t be in vain. And only by killing him can we possibly survive..."

Lin Qingyun was guiding the hornets to attack with his whistle.

Meanwhile, his Contracted Spirit—Patrol Ant, was burrowing around underground. Once it broke the ground, the sharp mandibles were directly biting on the ankle of the man in the black mask.

"Heh heh, trifling trick."

"While my Devil Vine is fighting, it plunges its roots into the ground, infinitely drawing in energy from the soil."

"Your way of ambush is too shallow! Too naive! Get out of my sight!"

With a loud thud, the Devil Vine tied up the Patrol Ant and threw it hard to the ground.

With the hard exoskeleton as protection, Patrol Ant was uninjured.

But the strong jolt had it wobbling and left it disoriented for a few seconds.

Ye Hanjun, who was watching from far away and not approaching, silently slipped away.

This black-masked man, an E-grade Dark Element Magic Apprentice, combined with the nearly completed Devil Vine, indeed posed a very tricky challenge.

In terms of both the rank and the steps of his contracted spirit, Lin Qingyun was lagging behind by one level.

But at least he had a group of trained hornets assisting him.

As long as no one else intervenes, Lin Qingyun won’t die within ten minutes and instead, he could keep the black mask man in check, preventing him from killing as he pleases.

However, the more pressing issue lies ahead...

Where are Dong Xuan and Zhi Zhengqing?

If these two regular mentors of the 3rd rank confronted this sudden black-robed man, they could tear him apart into pieces in just one or two breaths, right?

Why aren’t they there?

Or are they being held up by an even stronger enemy?

Ye Hanjun cautiously approached the fiercest battle circle identified by his senses.

The hiding and moving abilities granted by The Darkest Demon Eye, for a first rank, must be a top-tier show of capabilities.

In the state of merging into the darkness, even if he passes by the Fond Spirits, the other party won’t sense much. It’s more like a breeze passing by, posing no danger.

But the gap between ranks eventually cannot be equated.

At the 2nd rank, as long as they have powerful positions of perception type, or if they have the specific abilities of the Rainbow Light Fetus, the possibility of detecting anomalies and then seeing through him does exist, and the probability is not low.

Ye Hanjun must be extremely careful to be able to pass through such a battlefield with a first rank status.

"Chirp..."

The lamenting cry of a bird, filled with desolation and despair.

It’s only been a few minutes, while the Rhinoceros Horned Crane, which was originally hovering in the night sky, has now crashed to the ground, one of its wings severely fractured.

And Dong Xuan, leaning under a big tree, covered in blood, barely breathing, struggled even to stand up.

Ye Hanjun frowned slightly, finally realizing where that world-shaking noise came from earlier.

He had the D-level Martial Monk position and had been in training for hundreds of years.

He made a pact with the Fond Spirit - Rhinoceros Horned Crane, and had already achieved a small accomplishment with his Jade Infant. Yet, he was crushingly defeated by someone.

That loud noise must have been him and the Rhinoceros Horned Crane hitting the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

Six days ago, Dong Xuan was, with a warm smile, looking powerful with his fairy-like qualities and strong blood and qi - this image was still fresh in one’s mind.

And now, he was struggling to even protect himself.

The half-dead Rhinoceros Horned Crane was using its other bloody wing, risking its life to protect its master.

If the injuries are not treated promptly, the Rhinoceros Horned Crane will be seriously handicapped.

As for this old man who showed his age, he probably won’t survive the next few days either.

The enemy—is so formidable.

Ye Hanjun cast his eyes to the sky.

The intense battle was ongoing.

But the struggling parties did not include Zhi Zhengqing.

The most aggressive and most unrelenting, was undoubtedly the man wearing the blood-colored skeletal mask.

His murderous aura was too strong, the entire person seemed to be a sharp blade that had killed countless people.

Getting close to his body, the cold murderous intent would pierce the skin sharply, as if being shot by a needle.

And the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits he was riding, was also a rare species.

A Blood-hand Sparrow—this demon Fond Spirit, with feathers all dyed in blood, carried the stench of blood from far away.

It was not good at long-distance flight and also lacked speed.

However, the Blood-hand Sparrow was of a violent nature, an exceptionally brutal life form.

It doesn’t suck the blood of other Fond Spirits, but it can control its own blood.

It uses the blood to condense into different shapes, to cast blood magic skills.

For example, the most famous and powerful racial skill, called "Blood Hand".

This palm can extend, can enlarge and shrink, quick as a whirl, strong as an elephant, capable of gripping, patting, pinching, and splitting. If one is not careful, they will suffer a great loss.

"Roar!!!"

The Blood-face black-robed man and the Blood-hand Sparrow were dueling an old woman riding a Ghost Panther.

She appeared to be over a hundred years old, dressed in grey, with white hair, and devoid of any apparent adornments, having a very simple style.

But she’s not a person that is easy to provoke. With every leap of her Ghost Panther, they could duel with the Blood-hand Sparrow for quite some time, exchanging blows that seem to carry murderous intent, with each one fiercer than the other.

Hidden in stealth, Ye Hanjun pressed his lips tightly together.

He recognized this old woman.

To be more accurate, he could distinguish her aura.

On the third night, in the valley, he discovered that someone was following to protect Wang Xinfei.

And this old woman was the owner of that gaze.

D-level position—Stealth class!

The passive abilities ’Environmental Integration’ and ’Agility’, provide extremely powerful hidden potential.

The active abilities ’Poisoning’ and ’Silent Breath’, one enhances Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits’ attack mode and the other further enhances stealth effects.

This is a relatively rare position.

Compared to being a Guardian, it’s more suitable to be an assassin lurking in the shadows. Exiting stealth often signifies finding an opportunity to kill in one blow.

On the contrary, the Blood-face Blackrobe beautifully integrated his positions into himself.

D-level position—Assassin!

The overwhelming murderous aura mainly originates from his passive ability ’Malice’.

The more, and stronger lives he kills, the heavier the accumulated malice will be.

This indescribable forcefield energy can provide the holder with an invisible deterrence.

In particular, those whose rank falls behind him and their Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, at worse could be deprived of their will, or have their spirit destroyed — it’s brutal and ruthless.