Murder and Arson Bring Golden Belts

With a sharp roar from the scarred man, the four gunmen, who had been poised and ready, slammed their fingers onto their triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four tongues of fire erupted suddenly into the night. Specialized armor-piercing rounds tore through the air, screaming toward Lin Fan's body.

They did not attempt to aim for his head, for they knew that against a spirit reader, the sniper rifles in their hands could never pose a genuine lethal threat.

They only needed to distract Lin Fan. Even a single moment of diverted attention could create the opening their captain needed to kill the kid.

At the same time the guns rang out, two War General Level martial artists on the flanks darted out like cheetahs, their blades glinting with cold light as they struck directly at Lin Fan's left and right flanks.

As for the scarred captain in front, he stomped his foot hard.

Using the recoil, he launched himself like a cannonball, holding his heavy Grade 9 Alloy Blade high with both hands. Carrying the momentum of a collapsing mountain, he hacked down directly at Lin Fan's head!

Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength!

Even though they viewed Lin Fan as nothing more than a wet-behind-the-ears brat, their opening move was a coordinated kill-strike they had practiced countless times.

Facing this onslaught, even an entry-level War God would have been finished here if caught off guard.

However, facing this overwhelming encirclement, Lin Fan stood his ground without even blinking.

In fact, a distinct trace of mockery curled the corners of his lips.

Hum!

His spiritual force erupted instantly, and the Sky Splitter behind his back disassembled once more.

Two hundred and sixteen feather blades, thin as cicada wings, spread out like a silver swarm of bees.

"Go."

Lin Fan's lips moved slightly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Silver light flashed!

The whistling armor-piercing rounds were precisely sliced in half by the feather blades mid-air, clattering to the ground.

Immediately after.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Four soft sounds overlapped into one.

The four gunmen in the distance, who had only managed to fire a single shot, suddenly stiffened. Before they could even scream, their four corpses slumped limply to the ground.

Between their brows, a small, clean hole had been punched through from front to back.

At the same time, the two War General Level martial artists on the flanks, still in their lunging postures, felt the light in their eyes freeze instantly. A thin line of blood appeared across their necks.

The next second, two heads soared into the sky!

The headless corpses surged forward a few more meters from momentum before crashing into the pile of rubble with a thud.

Instant kill!

Except for the scarred man still in mid-air, the entire squad had been wiped out in less than a second!

"What?!"

Still charging through the air, the scarred man's pupils contracted violently, his heart nearly stopping in terror.

Damn it!!!

Was this kid actually a spirit reader with such monstrous control precision?!!

Fear, like a cold, giant hand, gripped his heart instantly.

But he was in mid-air now, with no way to retreat.

To retreat was to die!

"Ahhhhh! Die, damn you!!!"

The scarred man let out a desperate, frantic roar. He unleashed his genetic energy without reservation, swinging his Grade 9 Alloy Blade down toward Lin Fan's head with everything he had!

He was gambling.

He was gambling that this spirit reader's physical body was weak, and that this single strike would cleave the boy and his shield in two!

Looking at that twisted, ferocious face inches away, the mockery in Lin Fan's eyes deepened. He didn't even intend to dodge.

With a phantom grasp of his right hand, the Calamity appeared in his palm out of thin air.

Lin Fan gripped the Calamity with both hands and swung it from top to bottom in one simple motion.

Head-on!

"Mountain Collapse!"

Clang!!

That expensive Grade 9 Alloy Blade, touted as being able to cut through iron like mud, was as fragile as paper before the Calamity. It was sliced clean in two.

The scarred man didn't even have time to react.

Pfft!

The pitch-black blade's momentum remained unchecked, shattering his protective energy, severing his blocking arm, and carving a massive, gaping wound through his entire body.

"Wha..."

Under the scarred man's terrified gaze, Lin Fan grinned. He abruptly changed his move, swinging the Calamity horizontally.

Combined with the Calamity's multi-ton weight and Lin Fan's explosive spiritual force, the strike hit like a speeding locomotive, slamming straight into the scarred man.

Bang!

The scarred man was smashed into a "C" shape. His chest caved in instantly, and his spinal column pierced through his combat suit, jutting out in a ghastly white.

Whoosh~~ Bang!!

Like a broken sack, he flew backward dozens of meters, smashed through two ruined walls, and finally embedded himself deep into a concrete load-bearing pillar.

Wall dust rained down. The scarred man hung on the wall, vomiting blood mixed with organ fragments, the light in his eyes rapidly fading.

One strike, instant kill.

Not retreating was also death!

Lin Fan stood where he was, idly spinning his blade to flick off the bloodstains.

"If you insist on throwing your lives away, I can't stop you."

Lin Fan shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless.

He really just wanted to kill some monsters in peace. Why did everyone always think he was a soft target?

"You already realized I was a spirit reader, yet instead of running, you chose to charge at me?"

"Truly, your courage is commendable."

Lin Fan's thoughts stirred.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The 216 feather blades that had been guarding him returned like swallows to their nest. In the process, they skillfully sliced the straps off all the backpacks on the corpses.

Clatter.

Several blood-stained backpacks and pouches were carried by his spiritual force and piled neatly at Lin Fan's feet.

"Let's see what kind of good stuff we have here."

Lin Fan crouched down and began to loot the bodies with practiced ease.

"One Grade 9 Alloy Blade. It's broken, but that doesn't matter; the Calamity can eat it anyway."

"Two Grade 7 blades, four modified heavy machine guns..."

"And these monster materials... tsk tsk, not bad at all. These are all hard currency."

As he tallied the loot, a smile bloomed on Lin Fan's face.

This "delivery" was even fatter than the lord-level monster he had worked so hard to kill earlier!

Lin Fan stuffed everything into his space ring, stood up, and looked at the corpses littering the ground, letting out a sigh from the depths of his soul.

"Killing monsters isn't nearly as profitable as robbing robbers."

"A whole day of work doesn't pay as well as this."

He straightened his collar, not even glancing at the bodies again.

Since this was the Wilderness Zone, these corpses would soon become tomorrow's dung for the monsters.

As for whether killing such War God Level experts would bring him trouble?

Please, he was a War God now. Once he went back and sold the goods, then bought some high-quality metal, he would probably be ready to push for the Planetary Level in a few days.

Once he reached the Planetary Level, he would be flying off into the universe. Who had time to play with these "little kids" on Earth?

"Done for the day. On to the next spot."

Lin Fan lowered the brim of his hat, his figure flickering like a ghost, and vanished into the vast night in the blink of an eye.