Chapter 51: Instant Kill

Something is wrong.
Moreover, members of the five human walls kept sacrificing their lives. In less than twenty seconds, an entire layer had already been wiped out.
Yet, facing this level of casualties, those acting as the human wall showed no sign of retreating whatsoever.
Is it worth it? They aren't suicide squads after all.
Even if they knew there were three supply boxes hidden in there, what meaning did such sacrifices hold?
Or rather, was it not that they didn't want to retreat, but that something forced them to keep moving forward?
As if to confirm Lu Ming's suspicion, a human marker suddenly broke away from the human wall and rushed toward the safe rear.
The next second, Lu Ming's expression turned gloomy.
Because in his Eye of Truth, a human with a samurai sword marker stepped forward quickly and intercepted that person.
Then, the marker of the person who had left the crowd turned gray and completely vanished.
Seeing this, no further explanation was needed.
Lu Ming instantly understood the root cause of those people's strange behavior.
It turned out that the madness they displayed in the face of death was not the courage of those ready to die, but a resignation born of the realization that death awaited them either way.
"Xiaoxue."
Lu Ming lowered his stance, leaned close to Chuxue's ear, and whispered, "Let's go to the roof of the building opposite."
Chuxue gave a soft response, made a grasping motion in the void, and quietly activated her Thread-Weaving skill.
With skilled flying and swinging techniques, they easily crossed the gap of several hundred meters.
Landing on the roof of the shopping plaza, Lu Ming gazed downward.
In this short span of time, the human wall had lost another layer, and they had pushed through to the fourth floor of the mall.
At this moment, the human markers suddenly stopped moving. The human wall fell back, surrounding the eleven people from a distance of five meters.
Were they going to fight back?
That was what Lu Ming thought, but after waiting a full minute, the people acting as the human wall made no move to attack them.
"Tsk, if only I could hear what's inside."
In his annoyance, he unconsciously voiced his desire. Hearing this, Chuxue squatted down and pressed one hand flat against the roof.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
At the sound of soft rustling, countless golden threads, like living creatures, extended downward toward the lower floors.
Some seeped into the walls, while others crept through window gaps. In less than few seconds, they completely occupied the entire building.
Having done this, Chuxue took Lu Ming's hand, and two wisps of golden thread climbed up Lu Ming's arm all the way to his ears.
Instantly, a clear conversation transmitted into his ears.
"Everyone, don't make those faces. Your performance just now was being watched by Kim Tae-sang oppa."
Hearing just this sentence, Lu Ming's brow furrowed tightly. Korean!
Those eleven armed humans were South Koreans?
"He promised that as long as you can help clear this mall, let alone freedom, even getting one hundred specialized crystals each is not a pipe dream. That's one hundred pieces, enough to directly promote you to senior soldiers, and from then on you'll be able to dominate the winds and clouds! So we hope not to see a repeat of the unsightly scene from just now. We are all humans, all of the same race, just from different countries. If it's not necessary, we don't want to stain our hands with the blood of our own kin. Am I right?"
"But we don't even have a decent weapon. We're only using the wooden spears you provided, which have virtually no lethality! From the plaza at the beginning until now, we've already lost more than a hundred compatriots! You at least need to provide some defensive gear."
This time it was in Mandarin, spoken by an adult man.
"Or provide some weap—"
Splat!
"Ugh!"
A sharp blade pierced flesh, and the man let out a muffled groan.
No one screamed, no one wailed, only a deathly silence followed.
And in Lu Ming's line of sight, one marker turned gray.
"Tsk tsk, so you guys had such big complaints after all? What? You're given a chance to live yet you're still not satisfied and want even more? As expected of Chinese people, you always carry this inexplicable selfishness and overbearing attitude. Do you still think this is Planet Blue? Harvest."
The Korean language followed closely, and the gray marker completely dissipated.
"Hoh, you actually secretly kept seven or eight specialized crystals. Why do you Chinese people always have this bad habit? I told you before to hand over all your possessions. Why do you always say you've handed everything over, yet there are still some left in your spatial bags? Do you have no ears, no brains, or do you think we have no brains? Huh?! You little dogs!"
"Alright, alright, Choi Yong-jun, it's just seven or eight specialized crystals. Stop getting so angry. If you get any angrier, who's going to help us clear this mall? Hehe~"
The person delivering the finishing blow was a South Korean woman, her voice uniquely thick and harsh, unpleasant to the ear while laced with an affected tone that was sickening.
"Alright, you Chinese refugees, unni here has already put in a good word for you. Why aren't you getting up quickly and continuing to push forward? If you make Kim Tae-sang oppa angry, the previous promises won't count anymore. Furthermore, let me kindly remind you one last time: don't even think about trying to escape from here. Kim Tae-sang oppa is a genuine junior hunting warrior, a level you'll never reach in your entire lives. Besides, he has a handgun. Do you understand what a handgun is? We are in completely different eras, hahaha~"
A handgun!
Hearing this, Lu Ming snapped out of his gloomy mood, a greedy smile appearing in his eyes.
"Xiaoxue, that's enough. Let's go down."
...
On the fourth floor of the mall, twenty-six Chinese people huddled on the ground hugging their heads, staring with resentful gazes at the eleven arrogant and playfully amused people ahead.
One burly, powerfully built man spat on the ground in utter disgust and cursed, "Damn Korean dogs, putting on such a hypocritical act! What the hell kind of promises, it's nothing more than sending us to our deaths! Sons of bitches! Don't let me catch a chance! Otherwise, I'll hack you all limb from limb!"
"Aigoo, I'm so scared, I'm about to cry~ Kim oppa~~ Come comfort me~~"
An artificially sculpted beauty clung to a man with small eyes, wantonly projecting her promiscuity.
The man stroked the woman's back and sneered, "Choi Yong-jun, hack him limb from limb. Death is not allowed."
Choi Yong-jun shook his flabby belly, walked over with his blade, and grinned with a fierce glare in his eyes. "Leave it to me, Tae-sang hyung. I guarantee a perfect score on the mission. Hehe, Chinese pig, you better be as brave as you act and not cry out. A single scream is an insult to yourself... Ugh."
Just as Choi Yong-jun raised his blade to hack down, three refined steel arrows pierced through the glass window nearby, accurately penetrating Choi Yong-jun's skull, neck, and heart.
"I..."
In disbelief, he stiffly turned his neck and then collapsed straight to the ground.
Until his dying breath, he never even saw who had killed him.
"Who's there!"
The South Korean team, witnessing Choi Yong-jun's sudden death, all looked toward the window. There, a man clad in black and red form-fitting battle attire, holding an angel-like breathtakingly beautiful girl while wearing the vicious, grinning smile of a malevolent ghost, was looking at them warmly with a delicate hand crossbow in hand.
Instantly, a bone-chilling coldness rose up!
Kim Tae-sang flipped his hand to pull out a handgun, murderous intent flashing across his face!
Unfortunately, before he could even raise the gun, he heard that figure utter two words in standard Mandarin.
"Godspeed."
Whoosh!
The figure turned into a ghost-like phantom, blurring and twisting before vanishing completely.
Everyone present felt bewildered and confused.
Only Kim Tae-sang sensed something. His face turned pale, his hair stood on end, and shifting his center of gravity, he tried to twist his body to dodge. However, a massive blade pierced straight through his chest on the spot, and then violently twisted, leaving a fifteen-centimeter-wide bloody crater in his chest...