Chapter 1

The man in the Tang suit stared warily at his surroundings, keenly aware that the darkness here was different from the usual night. This darkness had a viscous quality, even… even like a living thing. If you looked at it for too long, it felt like you would be swallowed whole.

*Is this the guy's ability?*

*Too terrifying.*

The man in the tracksuit's muscles bulged. At this moment, he was strong enough to wrestle a rhino with his bare hands. "Don't hold anything back, bring out your trump cards, or we're all going to die here today!" In the darkness, his voice sounded strangely distorted.

They felt as if they were in the deep sea, overwhelmed by immense pressure and a strong sense of crisis, driving them mad.

The opponent was strong, far stronger than any of them, an S-class for sure, and a top-tier one at that. The three of them had faced many S-classes before, but none had exerted such terrifying pressure as the person nearby.

Even the former director of the Execution Department might not have been this person's match.

"Don't panic!" the man in the Tang suit shouted as a reminder. "He hasn't attacked us yet, he must also be wary of the three of us. Even if he's an S-class, the three of us working together might still have a chance!"

"That's right!" the man in the tracksuit shouted in response, as if to embolden himself.

They were all experts, having clawed their way to their positions through blood and fire, and knew that the more chaotic things got, the faster they would die. "Old Qi, quickly locate his position!" The man in the Tang suit's voice was very low.

The surroundings were as quiet as death.

After a moment, the man in the Tang suit frowned slightly. He had not received a response from Old Qi, so he spoke again, "Old Qi, what are you dawdling about? If you don't find his location soon, we're all going to…"

As the man in the Tang suit turned his head, the scene before him shocked him to his core. No, it should be said that he was scared silly. His mouth hung open, and standing next to him was a headless corpse.

The corpse's identity was easy to recognize, wearing that expensive lead-gray suit.

Old Qi… was dead.

Dead silently and without a sound, and right under their noses!

They hadn't noticed a thing!

The man in the Tang suit was no ordinary person and reacted immediately. He took out a pen-like object from his pocket and threw it towards the darkest part of the room.

"Close your eyes!"

One second later, a flash of light erupted in the darkness, not the usual white, but a strange blue light that instantly tore through the surrounding darkness.

In the brief flash of light, they noticed a figure standing in the doorway.

The figure was holding a round object in his left hand, which was still dripping blood.

It was Old Qi's head.

"There!" the man in the tracksuit roared, and his tense muscles exploded as he lifted a solid wood chair beside him and threw it. The chair contained a strange hidden force that detonated upon contact with the object.

Although it hit, neither the man in the tracksuit nor the man in the Tang suit showed any sign of excitement. To dream of killing that guy with such a trick was undoubtedly foolish.

But as long as it touched him, that was enough.

This was the man in the tracksuit's ability.

He could hide the hidden force within his body in objects and throw them as weapons. Not only could they injure the enemy, but more frighteningly, they could also send this hidden force into the bodies of those affected.

At first, nothing would happen, but as the hidden force accumulated, it would be like a constantly tightening string, eventually exploding at a certain moment.

And once this hidden force exploded, wanting to leave behind a complete corpse would be a luxury.

The man in the tracksuit was throwing things around like crazy, listening to the bursts of explosions, the man became more and more insane. He didn't plan on holding anything back, this was a battle to the death.

On the other side, the man in the Tang suit also activated his ability. His arms withered rapidly, turning into arms like dried corpses. Black beetles broke through his flesh and crawled out of his arms. After landing, they quickly crawled around.

The rustling sound of the black beetles crawling echoed in the darkness.

Soon, the rustling sound gradually became faster, and at the same time, there was an additional "crunching" sound.

The face of the man in the Tang suit couldn't help but show a hint of joy, "It's done!"

His black beetles had a bloodthirsty nature. The darkness could block their vision, but the black beetles had no eyes and did not rely on their eyes to hunt. They relied on their powerful sense of smell.

Just now, that guy killed Old Qi and was still holding his head, so he must have been stained with the smell of blood. This provided the best way to locate him for the black beetles.

And that "crunching" sound meant that the black beetles had found that guy and were gnawing at his flesh. It shouldn't be long before he could harvest a complete skeleton.

He was very confident in his black beetles. After all, this was not the first time he had used this method of attack. Just a few years ago, he and several others had successfully ambushed and killed an S-class Disciple.

And among them, his black beetles had made a great contribution. He had completed the final blow.

He had even obtained the skeleton as a trophy, carefully framed it, and stored it in a secret room in his home as a testimony to that history.

Even the director of the Execution Department, who had been at odds with him, had once talked to others about his black beetles. At that time, the director's original words were that these insects were extremely strange. Even he, in his prime, found them difficult to deal with. If he was injured and targeted by these insects, his chances of survival would not exceed 30%.

And the guy hiding nearby had gone through several fierce battles and must have been at his limit, so once he was bitten by his black beetles, it would almost certainly be the end.

"How is it?" The man in the tracksuit still dared not to take it lightly, vigilantly staring at the location in the darkness where the chewing sound was coming from. He heard it a little strangely, but he couldn't say why.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

…

The sound became clearer and clearer, and… wasn't the chewing speed a little too slow? It didn't sound like it was made by insects, but rather like someone eating slowly.

At this moment, the man in the Tang suit also noticed the abnormality, but he couldn't figure it out. What was even stranger was that his connection with the black beetles seemed to be weakening little by little.

He couldn't wait any longer. The man in the Tang suit immediately took out a second pen from his pocket. After twisting the cap, he threw it in the direction of the sound. In the next second, a violent halo exploded.

They finally saw the scene in front of them.

A skull that had been almost completely gnawed clean lay on the ground, and beside the skull stood a blood-soaked figure, his mouth moving, still grabbing a large black beetle in his hand, and sending it into his mouth.