I Contracted Myself

Chapter 31 – Triple kill

Because in his previous life, the term "Holy Mother" had almost become a derogatory term, Zhang Ping couldn't help but be influenced by his past experiences after seeing Chen Junting's attributes.

Fortunately, he quickly snapped out of it.

Although there are many synonyms between the two worlds, there are also many words whose meanings are completely different.

If in this world, the Holy Mother is not a fictional existence, then Chen Junting's abilities might not be that simple.

While thinking, Zhang Ping followed closely behind the three people. Suddenly, one of them stopped and turned to look in his direction.

"Not good, I've been discovered."

Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately made a decision: he couldn't let them take Chen Junting away.

Kill!

His face was covered in Nether Mist, quickly forming the Face of Death. At the same time, the Fear War Scythe was retrieved from the Golden Treasury. He leaped down from the rooftop, bringing a rolling wave of Nether Mist as he slashed at the man blocking his way.

"Sleep... Oh shit!"

The man looked up at Zhang Ping, and before he could activate his ability, he was scared stiff by Zhang Ping's face. The fear quickly magnified, leaving his mind blank.

One slash.

The man's eyes widened, and a thin red line appeared on his neck.

Zhang Ping didn't stop. Holding the Fear War Scythe, he chased after the other two at an even faster speed.

It wasn't until he had left for a while that the man's head fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

Ahead, the man with crimson eyes and his subordinate moved quickly. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "Huang San is dead. Hand the person over to me, Huang Wu, you go block him."

"Yes!" The subordinate with telekinesis responded.

The crimson-eyed man then carried Chen Junting and continued to run forward, while Huang Wu turned and stopped, raising his hands slowly and shouting, "Meteorite Cluster!"

The ground around them exploded, and countless rocks were controlled by an invisible force, all floating up to form an area resembling a meteorite cluster in front of him.

Zhang Ping, holding the Fear War Scythe in one hand, rushed out from the corner and saw the street filled with floating rocks.

In the next moment, these rocks fell on him like bullets. But as the rocks passed through the Nether Mist, his body transformed into Pure Water Body, allowing the rocks to pass through without causing any harm.

Huang Wu squinted his eyes. Seeing that his attack couldn't harm the mysterious man, he immediately retreated while controlling more rocks to block his front.

At this moment, he didn't seek to achieve anything but only to avoid failure. As long as he could stop this mysterious man's pursuit, it would be a victory.

Zhang Ping slashed through the rocks blocking his way with his scythe. Seeing more rocks ahead, he couldn't help but curse inwardly. But then, he had a sudden idea and looked down at the ground ahead. In the moonlight, Huang Wu's shadow was clearly visible.

"Die!"

He slashed out with his scythe, splitting the rocks in front of him in half, but there were still more rocks blocking his way.

At that moment, a Nether Mist flying knife unexpectedly shot out from the end of his scythe.

The flying knife was incredibly fast.

In an instant, it pierced through dozens of rocks in front of him and then shot through Huang Wu's forehead.

As a high-level psychic Awakener, Huang Wu had extremely tenacious vitality. Even with his brain pierced, he could still live for about ten seconds. Before he died, through the hole made by the flying knife, he saw a terrifying Reaper staring at him. His eyes gradually widened, and his heart was filled with pure fear of death, eventually falling into endless darkness with this fear.

The more intelligent a creature is, the more it fears death, and the purer the fear that erupts at the moment of death.

Others couldn't see it, but in Zhang Ping's eyes, a purple aura emerged from Huang Wu's body before he died. As Zhang Ping approached, the aura all entered his body and was then transformed into Nether Mist that surged out.

The Nether Mist around him became denser after killing two people in a row, faintly forming the shape of a cloak. However, it wasn't fully formed yet, and the outline of a black trench coat could still be vaguely seen within the mist.

"Purple fear?"

In the past, Zhang Ping could sense fear but couldn't see it. This time, he actually saw it.

He wasn't sure if it was because Huang Wu's fear was of high quality or because his repeated use of Nether Mist to absorb fear had caused a new change in his Misty Body.@@@@

Not good!

Zhang Ping immediately threw a Nether Mist flying knife at the arrow, but it was too late.

The arrow flew high into the sky, and in an instant, the arrowhead burst into dazzling light, with numerous light points scattering like rain from the large glowing body in the middle.

"So, you're really a rookie!"

The masked man appeared behind Zhang Ping, sneering sinisterly.

As he spoke, he stabbed a dagger with a purple glow into Zhang Ping's back, and the ring on his index finger emitted a burst of electric light.

Zhang Ping's body convulsed continuously, steam spewing from the mist, and finally turned into a black liquid mass on the ground.

"Remember this in your next life: never take your eyes off your enemy."

The masked man retrieved his dagger and took out a small can of kerosene, preparing to destroy the body.

But just as he was about to pour the kerosene, the black liquid suddenly shot out numerous spikes, piercing his hand holding the kerosene.

"Thanks for the lesson, I'll remember it well!" Zhang Ping's face emerged from the black liquid.

His body moved quickly like a snake, and streams of Nether Mist shot out from him. The masked man could only keep dodging, not even having time to tend to his wound.

The masked man had very rich combat experience.

But his ability wasn't combat-oriented; it was an auxiliary ability: Appraisal Skill.

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Different Awakeners, due to their varying understanding of information, could have completely different appraisal results even with the same Appraisal Skill.

Some Awakeners had appraisal skills in the form of a book, where each target appraised added a page with the target's information.

Others had appraisal skills in the form of ink-colored text, where a line of text would appear in front of them when appraising a target.

Because of the different forms of the ability, the information obtained from appraisals could vary greatly.

The masked man had just used his Appraisal Skill on Zhang Ping and got the result: "Surname Zhang, given name Ping, age 16, cheerful and neurotic personality, weakness: extremely poor combat experience, low resistance to elemental attacks, ability: ???"

He could determine the enemy's weaknesses through his Appraisal Skill.

So after understanding Zhang Ping's weaknesses, he devised a strategy targeting them.

However, he didn't know Zhang Ping's ability, so after his sneak attack succeeded, he mistakenly thought Zhang Ping was no longer able to resist, which led to his downfall.

Mainly, Zhang Ping's age misled him.

A 16-year-old rookie, even with the advantage of equipment, couldn't be that strong, right?

His ring could release 100,000 volts of electricity, and combined with the electric eel venom on his dagger, anyone below a top-level Awakener would be dead for sure if hit.

But...

It was this kind of experience-based thinking that led him to a point of no return.

Slash!

Slash, slash, slash!

Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash...

The masked man indeed had rich experience. Even with his hand continuously bleeding, he still avoided most of the Nether Mist flying knives.

But as they say, no defense is perfect.

After dozens of minutes, Zhang Ping seized an opportunity and launched an attack with thirty flying knives simultaneously. The masked man dodged most of them, but when one knife hit his knee, the battle was over.

However, Zhang Ping was cautious.

Even after the masked man fell, he continued to throw flying knives from a distance, leading to the continuous sound described above.