Yue Shi was watching a farce unfold.
“I don’t want the surgery! No!” a clean-cut youth screamed, his voice filled with heart-wrenching agony.
His parents dragged him off the vehicle, each grabbing an arm and hauling him toward the hospital entrance.
The boy struggled violently, but his parents repeatedly emphasized, “Son, we’re doing this for your own good.”
“With your grades, the best option is to enter XX Girls’ School. As long as you complete the gender reassignment surgery, a significant portion of your tuition and fees will be waived. After graduation, there are even job placement opportunities...”
Two nurses in white coats emerged from inside, skillfully grabbing the boy’s arms and legs to hoist him onto a gurney.
The youth continued to struggle, but his strength was failing. His body was secured to the gurney with straps, leaving only his head free to turn. He looked toward his parents, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and into his ears.
The boy’s parents were also crying. They didn’t want their child to suffer, but in this predatory world, they had to consider the child’s future and make the optimal choice.
The two turned toward the payment window.
“No, I don’t want to...” The boy’s muffled voice of resistance drifted through the crack of the operating room door.
Then came the clatter of clashing instruments, followed by total silence.
Yue Shi sucked in a breath of cold air. What kind of lightning-fast, brutal world was this?
After leaving the vicinity of the hospital and turning past two streets, Yue Shi suddenly caught the scent of dozens of auras rapidly approaching.
Those auras were powerful, seemingly all at the True God level. They approached from different directions simultaneously, sealing off every possible path of retreat.
The pedestrians on the street felt the overwhelming pressure and scattered instantly.
In less than three seconds, the entire street was empty, leaving only Yue Shi.
Yue Shi bared his teeth. The people of this world certainly had a strong sense of danger; not a single person stayed behind to watch the show.
Dozens of figures descended from the sky, hovering in mid-air to form a semicircular encirclement.
Their gazes were cold. The leader was a burly, scarred man wielding a greatsword.
“He is the killer,” someone in the group said, pointing at Yue Shi.
‘The killer?’ Yue Shi thought for a moment. He had indeed killed quite a few people recently. Were they here for revenge?
As expected, when you kill someone, you really have to exterminate their ten generations. Otherwise, you always run into these kinds of scenarios. It was so damn annoying.
He looked up at the people suspended in the air. Everyone was already casting spells, poised and ready to strike.
Yue Shi vanished from the spot.
Dozens of spells hit the position where he had been standing at the exact same time.
The ground exploded, leaving behind a massive crater.
The scarred man narrowed his eyes, twirling the greatsword in his hand. “No wonder he dared to attack the Third Young Master and even wandered around so boldly after the murder without any intention of fleeing. He actually has some skill.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a spatial slash erupted from the void, heading straight for his face.
The scarred man shifted his body, taking several rapid steps to the side, sliding several meters like a projectile launched from a cannon.
The spatial slash grazed his shoulder and flew past, splitting a companion behind him diagonally from shoulder to waist.
Blood erupted in a fountain.
No one cared about the unlucky soul who had been cut down. Everyone reacted quickly, sending several spells to intercept the spatial slash.
The moment the spells collided, a deafening roar erupted. The shockwave spread outward, shattering the glass of the storefronts along the street.
Amidst the chaos, everyone shifted positions simultaneously, maintaining a subtle, tacit formation while constantly adjusting their distances and angles.
Yue Shi reappeared on the roof of a residential building, two streets away from his previous position.
The coordination of these people was too perfect. At a glance, it was clear they possessed extensive combat experience; everyone could make the most appropriate response in an extremely short amount of time.
‘They’re all experts,’ Yue Shi mused internally.
The scarred man looked up, his gaze piercing through the residual light of the spells to accurately lock onto Yue Shi’s position. He laughed wildly.
“Hahaha! You vermin, how could we possibly be caught by your sneak attack?”
A person beside him added, “Capture him quickly. Don’t waste time. Remember to take him alive; the Eldest Master wants to torture him severely.”
In the next second, dozens of spells rose into the air simultaneously, targeting the space around Yue Shi.
They intended to seal off all of Yue Shi’s retreats, giving him no chance to escape.
At the very back of the crowd, an old man finally finished his long casting sequence. His hand signs had changed dozens of times, and as the final seal fell, a blinding white light erupted from his palm.
The white light shot into the sky and exploded, transforming into countless fine white silk threads.
The threads extended in all directions, weaving and intertwining with each other until they formed a giant net.
The giant net descended from the sky, shrouding the entire nearby airspace and locking down the surrounding space completely.
“Go! Inescapable net!” the old man shouted his technique name in a chuunibyou-like manner.
Yue Shi immediately sensed the change in the space. What was originally like clear water had become thick like syrup; many spatial-type spells would now be restricted.
“He can’t escape.” The old man retracted his hands, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out in satisfaction.
This inescapable net was the ultimate trapping spell. Once caught, an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to move at all, left with no choice but to wait for death inside the net.
The inescapable net was closing in, its range continuously shrinking.
“Why would I escape? You’re the ones who should be considering whether you can run,” Yue Shi said nonchalantly.
The crowd sneered. ‘Keep talking tough. Anyone can throw out empty threats.’
“Contract!” the old man urged the spell again. The inescapable net accelerated its closing speed, the threads growing denser and the mesh smaller.
A flash of black light flickered suddenly.
The old man’s body froze instantly. His eyes remained open, but his pupils had already dilated.
He was dead.
Silently and without a trace, no one even knew how he had been killed.
The inescapable net stopped contracting. No one noticed the old man was dead because the battle on the other side was becoming even more intense.
A dozen spells hit Yue Shi, piercing through his chest.
Yue Shi’s body shattered, the fragments flying everywhere and refracting into countless tiny specks of light.
“Mirror Phantom?” one attacker murmured under his breath, his eyes searching everywhere for Yue Shi’s true location.
A clump of darkness shot into him from behind.
That darkness was like a living thing, instantly spreading to envelop his entire body.
His struggle lasted less than a second before he was swallowed by the darkness.
When the darkness receded, not even a scrap of clothing remained on the ground.
“Don’t get careless. This man is an expert,” the scarred man’s voice remained steady, showing no grief for his two fallen companions.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, an extremely sinister and dark aura suddenly erupted in the sky.
Everyone felt the instinctive shudder that only comes when facing a natural predator.
The scarred man finally realized the severity of the situation.
The true strength of this killer far exceeded their expectations!
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