On the third floor, above the collapsed side wing, the sound of heavy breathing rang out.

Xiao An, as if ignoring gravity, stood on the wall of the villa, breathing heavily. He looked up, but sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, bringing a stinging pain that blurred his vision.

Above the surface of the pond, there was a figure standing.

Even the countless iron pieces scattered around him.

All cracked, distorted.

Or held in the eerie figure's hands, being closely examined.

Wolf Pot, Dragon Head, Support Pole, Cross Pot... he had used every technique he was skilled in, yet he could not inflict any injury on the enemy before him.

Instead, he himself was nearly exhausted.

Just a moment of distraction made his hair stand on end; he suddenly twisted his body, and a blood-red crystal arrow barely missed his temple and drilled into the wall, piercing through three layers and disappearing into the night sky.

"Is that all?"

The one known as Lu Xue, the White Deer Chosen One, sighed lightly, crushing the iron pieces in his hand in disappointment, "Such a pity, to finally meet a White Deer Hunter and it turns out to be someone driven out of his own house... a wasted trip."

Snap!

A piercing blood light shot from his fingertips, like a torrential rain, leaving deep marks on the wall, closely chasing the young man's figure like flesh-boring maggots.

Iron pieces and Blood Crystals collided in the dark, tracing numerous complex trajectories, ultimately either vanishing or... leaving gashes on Xiao An's cheeks and arms.

"This is so boring, so boring."

Lu Xue, frustrated, waved his hand and with five flicks of his fingers sent the youth crashing to the ground: "Show me some real skill, White Deer Hunter! Hurry up, faster, or else just die!"

Boom!

A muffled explosion erupted from the air, scattering the blood light Crystals in all directions.

At the center, he was defeated.

In that instant, the voice of the youth finally came from afar.

He said, "Alright."

Amidst stiffness, Lu Xue looked down and noticed a blood hole in his palm.

A sliver of light flew from the youth's hand, powerfully defeating his Blood Hunt technique and relentlessly piercing through his palm.

So fast.

Fast enough that his body had not even reacted yet, only now noticing the tearing pain and bone-chilling fear, and even... the long-absent excitement and frenzy.

"This is..."

Lu Xue greedily licked his own blood, savoring the lingering murderous aura, utterly mesmerized.

Not far away, by the edge of the pond.

Xiao An lowered his head, carefully removed the prosthetic limb from his leg, and noticing the scratches on it, instantly frowned displeased.

And thus, solemnly placed it on a clean stone.

"It looks like, Brother Ji Jue's situation isn't serious."

He turned back, gazed toward the villa shrouded in darkness, and softly said, "I guess I'll just play along with you then."

With that, he stepped toward the pond.

Waves stirred, spreading out.

Gentle ripples supported the youth's figure, followed by the second and third steps.

After three steps, the frailty and agility that surrounded the youth had disappeared, replaced by a solemnity and fierceness emanating from his soul.

"Pay respects to the White Deer, sir."

He raised his hand, and the iron pieces at his fingertips shook off the ash, "These are the claws and teeth bestowed by the Superior."

At his fingertips, on the edge of the iron pieces, a streak of flying light briefly sparkled.

Dazzling and brilliant.

So fleeting.

Yet it excited Lu Xue so much that he trembled all over, almost dancing in joy.

"Flying Light Blade."

His eyes widened, he grinned, silently laughing, locking eyes with the youth above the water, both straightening their bodies, touching their chests, and bowing slightly, earnest and solemn.

From their mouths came a heart-felt devout prayer.

"—With this hunt, homage to the White Deer!"

May this hunt between prey and hunter be presented to the Heavenly Listening of the White Deer.

This is the sacred hunt.

Both, to fight to the death!

...

...

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! It's screwed, screwed, screwed!"

In the broken hall, among the corpses, the six-armed mercenary from the crowd was sweat-drenched and bloodstained: "Where's the support? Where did all the support go?"

It had been over ten minutes since it began!

One Ruin, three White Deer, one Entropy, one Heart Core... He had already killed six, but the more he killed, the more enemies appeared, slicing the living only for the dead to arrive, and after killing the dead, freaking live ones came again!

But where was the support?

Where had the support gone?!

How had his teammates all suddenly disconnected, leaving him in solo mode? And facing a boss with doubled health bar! Is that how this freaking game is played?!

Or was this some corporate cold violence, being ostracized?

Could it be?

Just because he ate, drank, and excreted more? But he also worked more!

Lost in thought, he was nearly crying from frustration, but his six arms flailed, swords and knives crossing to chop another opponent that crawled from the ground into pieces.

Fierce Battle, Frenzy Blood, anticipate the enemy... in his six blessings from the crowd, each had undergone transformation twice on average, especially Frenzy Blood, which after three transformations was enough for him to push his personal spiritual output to death.

But now, he was close to death.

Creepy laughter echoed from both in front and behind him amidst the limbs and remains, as two men who looked exactly alike hovered like phantoms in the blood, seeking out his weaknesses and openings.

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