Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

The shield was already less than three meters away from him.

Just then, the little zombie attacked from the side and punched the leader at the front.

After the leader was blasted away by a punch, the white light of his soul protection shone on his body.

The remaining second and third brothers were instantly dumbfounded.

The second child reacted the fastest, letting out a scream.

"Run! Run!"

Without any hesitation, he turned and ran, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the mist.

The third brother also turned around immediately.

Are you kidding me? The boss was knocked into a defensive state with just one punch. Staying here would just be suicide.

The little zombie was furious.

"Trying to run? Die!"

The bluish-gray figure shot off towards the second-fastest runner.

The second brother, being an assassin-type professional who had received rigorous training since childhood, instinctively dodged to the side when he sensed the approaching aura behind him.

The little zombie whistled past his clothes and landed a few steps in front of him.

The second son's heart was pounding; the joy of surviving the ordeal hadn't even had time to well up in his heart.

He saw the grayish-blue figure fly to a short distance in front of him and then suddenly make a sharp turn.

He was stunned.

"Holy...holy shit?!"

No, is it really that convoluted?

Is this the kind of micro-management that professionals of their level can perform?

He wanted to use his sidestep again, but his skill was already on cooldown.

The little zombie's figure rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Then a white light rose, and he was eliminated.

The third brother had already run far away, without looking back, and disappeared into the mist in a flurry of activity.

The remaining candidates also began to scatter and flee.

Lu Zhixing did not chase after him, but simply stood there.

He didn't initially intend to eliminate everyone; deterrence would suffice.

outside.

Lu Zaoxie smiled as he looked at the candidates scattering and fleeing on the screen.

"Looks like having more people doesn't help."

Su Yangwei leaned back on the sofa, his expression remaining unchanged.

"You think that's the end of it? You Ran still has a trump card up her sleeve."

In the black mud swamp, Su Youran looked at the disintegrating crowd and felt a sense of panic.

Lu Zhixing's performance had far exceeded her expectations.

She had originally thought that the terrain advantage and numerical superiority she had arranged would be enough to eliminate him, but now all those advantages had been shattered.

She cried out in her heart.

"Senior...please help me."

A sigh came from the ring, as if it had been expected.

"Remember what you promised me."

Immediately afterwards, Su Youran found something extra in her pocket.

"This is a one-time use item; it can instantly kill any professional below level 60."

Su Youran reached into her pocket and touched the cold object.

A small spool, slightly cool to the touch when held in the palm of your hand.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards, and a light rekindled in her eyes.

In an instant, the mud beneath her feet changed.

The surface of the churning, dark red mud quickly solidified, hardened, and turned white.

A thin layer of frost spread from her feet.

The black mud had frozen into a grayish-white color.

White mist filled the air, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Even the fog was frozen into tiny ice crystals.

In the monitoring room, Lu Zaoxie suddenly stood up.

"...Ice element? Su Youran has both ice and wind attributes? No, isn't she supposed to have S-rank wind elemental affinity? How could she possibly have a second attribute..."

He suddenly realized something and turned to Su Yangwei.

Su Yangwei finally revealed a hearty smile.

"That's right! My You Ran is a dual-class user. Her second class is an SS-rank Frost Walker."

Yu Xiaogang was also stunned for a moment, his teacup hovering in mid-air.

"Dual professions... that means you're guaranteed to get into the Azure Dragon Class."

He thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

"I never imagined that the kids of these two old comrades-in-arms would be so twisted. This trip to Dachang was truly a stroke of luck."

Lu Zaoxie clenched his fists, remained silent, and his gaze returned to the screen.

Su Youran used Ice Mist, and grayish-white mist rose from her feet.

It spread rapidly in all directions, blocking everyone's view.

Su Youran knew very well.

Use the ice fog to obscure your vision, then secretly use that one-time use item.

Lu Zhixing, you're doomed.

Lu Zhixing stood still, and through the approaching white mist, he saw Su Youran's hand reaching into her pocket.

She was holding something, and in that situation, she reached into her pocket to feel for something.

Is he about to reveal some trump card?

I've never used the "Honor of Thieves" skill from the "God of Thieves" class.

This is the perfect opportunity to use it and steal what she wants to take.

Lu Zhixing had a sudden thought.

Even thieves have their code of honor.

He reached into his pocket and found a package of spicy strips that was still unopened.

Then he activated his skill.

Exchange one of your own items with two random items on a target enemy within your field of vision.

Spicy strips have disappeared.

Instead, there were two unfamiliar sensations.

One of them was hot and damp, and I didn't know what it was.

Lu Zhixing didn't pay much attention.

On the other side, Su Youran suddenly pulled the thing out of her pocket, gripped it tightly, and pointed it at Lu Zhixing.

"I won!"

She was holding a bag of spicy strips.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Lu Zhixing spoke slowly.

"Su Youran, if you're hungry, you can eat later. There's no need to rush."

Su Youran's face flushed instantly. She looked down at the bag of spicy strips in her hand and muttered to herself.

"Impossible... How could this be..."

She quickly shouted in her mind.

"Senior! What happened?!"

The aged voice in my mind didn't answer, only uttering a soft "Huh?"

Lu Zhixing didn't give her much time to think. The little zombie had already gathered its strength again, and another polar whirlwind exploded beneath Su Youran's feet.

The wind column broke free from the ice, whipping up ice shards and muddy water, lifting her body into the air.

A soft white light shone, and she was eliminated.

Lu Zhixing took a few steps toward Su Youran, and paused slightly as he passed a crooked tree.

Song Xiaohe was sitting against the tree roots, her body enveloped in white light, the light of her soul's protection enveloping her.

She looked at Lu Zhixing, her eyes filled with guilt.

Although the outcome was good, the result might have been different if he had been slightly weaker.

Song Xiaohe raised her head.

"Brother...I'm sorry...it was my carelessness."

Lu Zhixing squatted down and reached out to pat her head.

"It's my fault for not protecting you."

Song Xiaohe looked at him, and she saw the chaotic battlefield around her.

Mud pits, broken ice, collapsed ground, and lingering aftershocks.

She suddenly couldn't speak.

too strong.

This strength completely exceeded her understanding of people her age.

It's many times stronger than it was in the Abyss dungeon before; this growth rate is terrifying.

Su Youran lay in the muddy swamp, her body firmly protected by a white cocoon of light.

She watched helplessly as that familiar figure walked towards her step by step.

She thought she still had a chance.

When she saw the video of speedrunning the 30th floor, she felt that she could catch up.

When she orchestrated this ambush, she thought she had foreseen everything.

It wasn't until she lay there, watching that figure walk towards her, that she understood what despair truly meant.

Lu Zhixing stopped in front of her and looked down at her.

There was no anger, no mockery, no victor's boasting, only a faint feeling.

You lost.

Su Youran clenched her teeth tightly, her lips trembling.

Countless thoughts swirled in her mind.

"You just wait!" "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young girl's potential."

But when she recalled the devastating scene that had just unfolded, all the words stuck in her throat.

She found herself unable to utter a single word, because there was no point in saying them.

He didn't even take out his staff; he cast spells without a staff throughout. Casting spells without a staff is something that only two types of people can do.

The first type of person is Jiahao.

The second type of person is Sett.

Clearly, the person in front of us is the latter.