Xu Ye gripped his blade. That thrust had pierced straight through both of Zhang Feng's bodies.
The blade seemed to be stuck.
He tried shifting it a few times, but it did not budge.
He frowned.
He had followed Anderson back to the dorm and given him a heads-up beforehand. Anderson had not understood, but the moment the Aberrant appeared, he caught on.
Xu Ye had been hiding under the covers on the bed opposite Anderson's all along.
An Aberrant was at its weakest during its transformation. Instructor Zhao had taught them that this morning.
Xu Ye had been waiting for precisely that opportunity.
But he had forgotten one thing.
The most important thing.
Instructor Zhao had been talking about ordinary Aberrants. What Xu Ye faced was an Awakened undergoing Aberration.
Crack, crack, crack!
A string of teeth-grating noises rang out, like neck vertebrae being crushed one by one.
The neck of the head in Zhang Feng's abdomen stretched several meters in a flash, like rubber. Xu Ye's Black Blade was still lodged in his throat.
Just like that, the head rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, its pitch-black eyes staring straight at Xu Ye.
Those pupils seemed utterly devoid of emotion.
Shing!
Xu Ye frowned, withdrew the Black Blade, and held it across his body, saying coldly:
"Those two notes threatening to kill me-you left them, didn't you, Zhang Feng?"
"Let me take a guess."
"After you entered the Training Camp, you started envying and hating geniuses like us because you had so little presence. Even when we barely bothered to train, you couldn't hope to catch up."
"You thought it was unfair."
"No one paid attention to you. No one talked to you. You weren't special. At least here in the Training Camp, everyone was an Awakened, and