Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 73 - 0 Murder Situation_1
Chapter 73: 073 Murder Situation_1
Chapter 73: 073 Murder Situation_1
“There’s someone called Mr. Zhao in charge of the big picture, his current identity is the strategist for the Qiao Family, and the keyword seems to be strategy; all the plans came from him,” the female contestant said. “The day before yesterday, he selected all the people who had developed advanced skills—about a dozen of them.”
“Strategy?” Feng Zhong murmured. “Sounds a bit more advanced than me, no wonder he can deal with our plans.”
“Is there anything else?” Duge asked as he picked up a corpse from the ground, then grabbed a weapon and nailed it straight to the courtyard wall.
Feng Zhong and Wang San were stunned for a moment, then immediately started to follow suit, nailing corpses to every corner of the courtyard, onto the walls, onto the pillars.
These nailed-up corpses all had one thing in common—they were all facing backwards.
The female contestant watched the men’s actions in astonishment, blinked, and continued, “There’s one called Ji Ping, whose keyword is disguise; he can imitate anyone. There’s also one called Sang Yan, who smashes things all the time; her keyword must be related to destruction; and one called Lu Jingping, whose keyword is sorrow, has awakened the skill Invincible when Grieving. There’s also one called Jiang Wei who says his keyword is incitement; and another whose keyword is persuasion…”
Suddenly.
Duge’s ears twitched.
The voice of the female contestant across from him vanished instantly; her mouth was moving, but no sound could be heard.
“Get ready, someone’s coming.”
Duge warned.
But after he spoke, no sound came from his mouth either.
Duge was taken aback, and with his Rear Eye, he clearly saw that Feng Zhong’s lip movements seemed to be saying the word “silence.”
A trace of urgency flashed through Wang San’s eyes. Unable to speak, his skill was again countered; Fear of the Delicate required him to specify a target he fancied.
Fortunately, he had just used his skill; with the corpses present, Outburst of the Delicate was still in the activated state.
Otherwise.
In this battle, he would become a bona fide burden.
But now, lacking his support, their team’s combat power was set to take a significant hit.
The enemy was too well-prepared.
He moved in front of Duge, silently mouthing, “Brother Qi, kill silence first.”
Duge smiled and nodded at him.
…
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A burst of applause rang out, and many people surged into the courtyard, both men and women.
There were also some beggars and swordsmen carrying knives and guns who climbed over the courtyard wall, surrounding Duge and the others in the middle.
The leader was a young man in his mid-twenties.
He stood across from Duge, smiling at him, “Feng Qi, you really have guts. I calculated everything but didn’t expect that you’d actually dare to come and ambush us. It was all in vain that I arranged a play about assassinating our own people. If I had known you would come, I would have left these goods for you to deal with personally…”
Duge looked at him, smiling.
“Oh, I forgot, you can’t talk.” Mr. Zhao slapped his own head, spreading his hands, “Do you see how well-prepared I am? You’re indeed strong, but your mistake is being too showy; finding ways to counter you was too easy. I know you want to launch a quick attack to take care of your own risks. If you don’t play the blitzkrieg well, it’ll bite back…”
Ptooey!
Duge spat contemptuously at him, mouthing two words with his lips: “Idiot!”
Being unable to speak doesn’t mean you can’t mock the enemy.
“But if it weren’t for you making such a big scene, I couldn’t have gathered so many people. Come to think of it, I should thank you!” Mr. Zhao laughed, “Actually, if you had been a bit more subtle, you could have picked us off one by one. But your greed was too ugly; you cut off everyone’s way out, forcing everyone to band together. Even if you get eliminated, you can be proud. Because you will become an outstanding negative example to be remembered by every future candidate, no, by the Heavenly Demon, hahaha…”
“Fake!” Duge silently mouthed two more words.
Mr. Zhao’s face changed at that, and with a wave of his hand: “Kill him.”
Lu Jingping, standing by his side, grimaced and tears suddenly began to flow.
As his tears fell, the group of people facing them, be it beggars or swordsmen, couldn’t help but cry their eyes out, and the scene that was previously normal suddenly grew heavy and somber.
Fuck!
Is this Invincible when Grieving?
Does it display so exaggeratedly on the outside?
Duge inwardly cursed and locked his gaze on a still figure within the crowd, aiming at a corpse that he had just nailed to the courtyard wall; he launched Backstab.
Whoosh!
His figure vanished suddenly from before the crowd.
The next instant.
He had returned behind the motionless individual, his Longsword piercing through the heart.
A scream.
Everyone jumped, and they instantly scrambled into a frenzy.
“Fuck, even corpses can be used, Sang Yan, quickly destroy the corpses.” Mr. Zhao ordered frantically, tears streaming down his face.
But the next second, he couldn’t speak anymore.
It wasn’t silence, but Duge sticking to his back.
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A sword through the heart.
The moment he fell, the muscles on his face twitched, already transformed into another person.
Duge glanced at him, shook his head, and thought, such an impressive skill of disguise, yet you choose to band together with others, calling you stupid would be a compliment.
However.
Death is a momentous event.
Duge didn’t feel it right to further critique his intelligence, and turned to pursue others, his speed was simply too fast.
Anyone with their back turned to him couldn’t escape his assassination, and even if no one was positioned with their back towards him in the moment, utilizing the corpses on the walls for maneuver was sufficient.
In the blink of an eye.
A third of the people in the yard were wiped out.
Invincible when Grieving boosted everyone’s fighting prowess, but Duge’s attributes were excessively high, and with the help of Backstab, these people couldn’t react in time; it was a one-sided slaughter.
However.
The effect of silence was still ongoing; evidently, Duge had targeted the wrong person at the start.
Wang San and Feng Zhong coordinated with each other.
Feng Zhong’s Heartfelt Finger, responsible for deflecting opponents’ weapons, and Wang San’s Outburst of the Delicate, tasked with killing, their attributes were also quite high, not suppressed by any critical keywords like ‘slow.’
For a while, none of those common warriors could do much against them.
Only, the scene of their battle was a bit odd.
A group of people, tears streaming, involuntarily let out a pleasured moan whenever their weapons were deflected by Feng Zhong, twisted a little, and then headed for the netherworld; as if they had been pleasured to death.
The sound was also awkward to hear!
Being touched by Feng Zhong caused a moan of “Ah~”.
Being killed by Wang San emitted a painful “Ah!” scream.
“Ah~ Ah!”
“Mmm~~ Ah!”
“Ying~~ Ah!”
…
These strange noises kept ringing out, driving those who were assaulting them nearly insane.
If it were not for the fervent battle will supporting them, preventing them from retreating.
At this moment, they would have already fled clean away.
They felt unworthy of participating in the Heavenly Demon’s battle.
…
Suddenly.
From the shadows behind Wang San, a person sprung out, his dagger aiming straight for Wang San’s heart.
With his Rear Eye surveying the field, Duge noticed the attack on Wang San immediately. He had already used the corpse nailed behind Wang San to return, and as the dagger was about to pierce Wang San, Duge’s longsword had already penetrated the assailant’s heart first.
Wang San broke out in a cold sweat and gave Duge a grateful look, trying to use Fear of the Delicate to assist, but he couldn’t make any sound, stamping his feet in frustration.
While Duge was rescuing Wang San, Sang Yan suddenly bent down and pressed her palm onto the nearest corpse.
Bang!
That corpse exploded into fragments.
Following the explosion of that corpse, a chain reaction was set off.
All the corpses at the scene, like set-off firecrackers, popped and crackled in a series of explosions.
In an instant, the whole courtyard was littered with pieces of corpses, and a rain of blood showered from above everyone’s heads.
…
“Mr. Zhao, isn’t this Feng Qi too incredible?” Qiao Pingjiang, standing on a tall tower outside the courtyard, observed the bloody and gruesome scene, his throat feeling dry, “Even our ancestor revived might not be a match for him, right?”
“Yes, too incredible.” Mr. Zhao’s complexion wasn’t looking too well either, “And to think he’s still using silence to suppress Wang San. It’s been just a month, how has he grown to this extent? It’s terrifying, if we can’t take him out this time, everyone might as well just surrender.”
“Mr. Zhao has done well, it’s just unfortunate that Shi Yong, who possesses ‘slow,’ was killed by him early on. Otherwise, with ‘slow’ restricting his speed, Mr. Zhao’s trap designed for him would have been effective. He’s just too lucky,” Qiao Pingjiang sighed.
Standing beside the two of them was a petite woman who had been silent the whole time.
