Annihilating the Mountain Bandits

Two minutes later.

Six Lin Mos crouched behind the bushes, each holding a wooden stick about one and a half meters long, crudely sharpened at one end.

"Alright, now for the task assignments." Lin Mo lowered his voice. "First, you already have combat experience, so you'll lure the enemy from the front."

First Clone nodded and tightened the strip of cloth around his waist.

"Second and Third, flank them from the left. Fourth and Fifth, from the right."

Lin Mo continued his deployment. "I'll stay in the rear to command and, while I'm at it... well, preserve my strength."

The five clones all looked at the original body, their expressions making their meaning perfectly clear: You really know how to play it safe.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Mo said righteously. "If the original dies, we're all done for! This is called strategic preservation!"

Just then, the impatient roar of the mountain bandit leader came from the distant dirt road again. "Skinny Monkey! Did you fucking die in the woods?!"

"They're getting impatient." Lin Mo's expression hardened. "Move according to plan! Remember, run as soon as you land a hit. Don't get tangled up with them! Your blood is your best weapon!"

The five clones tightened their grips on their Poison Blood Wooden Spears and exchanged glances.

First Clone took a deep breath, then suddenly sprang out from behind the bushes. As he ran toward the dirt road, he shouted:

"Help! There's a monster! A monster's eating people!"

He staggered as he ran, the strip of cloth around his waist nearly falling off, making for an utterly ridiculous sight.

But it worked remarkably well.

The seven remaining mountain bandits on the dirt road all turned their heads at once.

"What the hell is that?" Bandit Leader narrowed his eyes.

A Young Man wearing only a rag around his lower body came running toward them in terror, with a wound on his shoulder.

And in his hand, he held a... sharpened wooden stick?

"Fuck, where's Skinny Monkey?" One mountain bandit spat.

"Who cares? Catch this lunatic first!" Bandit Leader waved his hand. "Old Third, Lao Xi, go!"

The two mountain bandits grinned viciously and advanced with their sabers drawn.

At that moment, First Clone suddenly made a sharp turn and ran toward the other side of the woods.

"After him!" The two mountain bandits chased after him without a second thought.

They had barely rushed several steps into the forest when the bushes on both sides suddenly shook!

"What was that?!"

On the left, Second and Third Clone burst out at the same time, their two Poison Blood Wooden Spears stabbing fiercely at one mountain bandit!

The mountain bandit reacted quickly, knocking one spear aside with his saber, but the other wooden spear grazed his arm.

"That's it?" The mountain bandit sneered. Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm.

He looked down and saw that the skin where the wooden spear had grazed him was rapidly turning black and rotting before his eyes!

"This... this is..." His eyes widened.

In just three seconds, his entire arm had rotted away enough to expose the bone.

At five seconds, black blood poured from his mouth and nose.

At seven seconds, he toppled straight to the ground, unable to even finish his scream.

[Kill mountain bandit ×1, gained Experience Points 30]

At the same time, the other mountain bandit was attacked by Fourth and Fifth Clone's two wooden spears from the front and back at once!

"Get lost!" His eyes reddened as he spun wildly and slashed with his saber. He barely managed to cut apart one wooden spear thrusting at him from the front, but failed to stop the spearhead behind him from plunging viciously into his thigh.

The same black blood, the same rotting flesh.

Seven seconds later, he too became a melting corpse.

[Kill mountain bandit ×1, gained Experience Points 30]

The entire process was suffocatingly fast.

On the dirt road, Bandit Leader and the remaining four mountain bandits had not even processed what had happened.

They only heard brief screams from the forest, followed by silence.

"Old Third? Lao Xi?" Bandit Leader's face changed. "Fuck, something's wrong! Grab your weapons and go in together!"

The four mountain bandits gripped their weapons tightly and followed behind Bandit Leader as they cautiously crept into the forest.

The moment they stepped into the woods, they saw three naked men standing in a clearing not far ahead, holding wooden sticks and staring at them expressionlessly.

And deeper in the shadows, there seemed to be two more figures.

"What the hell are these things..." One mountain bandit swallowed.

Several naked men holding sharpened wooden sticks—the sight was simply too bizarre.

"Quit playing tricks!" Bandit Leader roared. "Hack them to death!"

The four mountain bandits roared as they charged forward.

The next thirty seconds became a one-sided slaughter.

No, it did not even count as a slaughter. It was more like... a bizarre contact infection.

First Clone was the first to meet them, thrusting the tip of his wooden spear at the Bandit Leader's face.

The Bandit Leader swung his blade, its edge grazing the clone's arm and leaving a bloody gash.

Black blood sprayed out, several drops landing on the back of the Bandit Leader's hand.

"Ahhh—!" The Bandit Leader let out a shrill scream as he watched his hand rapidly rot away.

Second Clone and Third Clone attacked from both sides, their wooden spears targeting the lower body.

One mountain bandit was stabbed in the calf and collapsed to the ground, twitching three seconds later.

[Killed Mountain Bandit ×1, obtained 30 Experience Points]

Fourth Clone and Clone Five worked together seamlessly. One feinted while the other launched a sneak attack, and the Poison Blood Wooden Spear proved effective once more.

[Killed Mountain Bandit ×1, obtained 30 Experience Points]

[Killed Mountain Bandit ×1, obtained 30 Experience Points]

Seeing that things were going badly, the last mountain bandit turned to flee, only to run into Lin Mo, who had circled around from the side.

Lin Mo struck the back of his head with a club, using the end that had not been dipped in poison.

The mountain bandit collapsed unconscious, temporarily preserving his life.

Meanwhile, the Bandit Leader had already fallen to the ground, his entire right arm completely rotted away.

Black poisonous blood poured from his seven orifices as his body convulsed without end.