Chapter 5: Level 5 vs. Level 10? One-Hit Kill!

Late at night.

Darkness enveloped the land, and all was silent.

At the edge of the Shadow Forest, two figures hurriedly approached the woods.

“Vivi, run! As long as we get through this forest and reach the safety zone at Moonfall Town, we’ll be safe!”

A young silver-armored warrior in his early twenties tightly held the hand of a mage girl clad in a teal robe. He frequently glanced back anxiously.

Just as the siblings prepared to flee into the Shadow Forest, they suddenly caught sight of a pair of eyes staring fixedly at them from within the trees ahead!

Clad in jet-black armor, radiating an icy chill, the fully enclosed metal helmet concealed a pair of glowing cyan eyes.

The aura of killing intent around this undead warrior was overwhelming, as if he were a harbinger from hell itself.

The sudden appearance of this undead warrior sent a wave of menace crashing over the siblings.

Yet, it seemed something even more terrifying was chasing them from behind. Hesitating only briefly, they resolutely dashed into the Shadow Forest.

Once inside, they were shocked.

They discovered that what should have been a forest ruled by jungle spiders was instead filled with undead warriors everywhere.

Fortunately, these undead warriors only stared but made no move to attack.

However, barely having entered, the young warrior was forced to stop, holding his sister back.

In front of them stood a man.

It was Lu Ming.

Tense and on edge, the warrior’s first instinct was to mistake Lu Ming for an accomplice of their pursuers. He raised his sword reflexively, drawing the attention of the undead warriors nearby.

Clang!

Sensing their master might be in danger, all the undead warriors in the vicinity gripped their iron swords and formed a protective barrier around Lu Ming, their gaze cold and unyielding as if looking at the dead.

Since they had received no attack command from Lu Ming, the undead warriors held their ground.

But their stance clearly conveyed a warning: if the warrior or his sister so much as moved against Lu Ming, they would surge forward without hesitation, crushing them before any threat could be made.

It was at this moment the young warrior realized these undead warriors were all summoned creatures of this cunning strategist player before him.

He immediately understood Lu Ming was not an enemy and lowered his sword, avoiding needless hostility.

Judging from the aura emanating from the undead warriors, their master was no ordinary figure.

Just then, footsteps approached from behind.

The warrior realized their pursuers had caught up; escape was impossible.

Desperate, he pinned all his hopes on Lu Ming.

“Brother, can you help me? Please save my sister!” he pleaded anxiously.

“I don’t mind dying, but please save my sister! If Vivi falls into their hands, she’s finished…”

His gaze shifted to the girl beside him, named Vivi.

She wore a robe of icy magic, her features cold and refined—a slender, sharp face with frost-like skin and starry eyes.

Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, stray strands framing her pale face.

Her breathing was visibly rapid, her expression filled with helplessness and panic.

She was truly a beauty.

Yet, having just suffered betrayal by Ye Ling’er, Lu Ming felt no interest in women, only aversion.

Still, for some reason, this girl stirred a faint sense of familiarity within him.

As Lu Ming studied her, trying to recall where he had seen her before—

Suddenly, a shadow darted through the darkness.

A sharp dagger slashed across the silver-armored warrior’s neck.

Blood splattered instantly.

Before he could react, a black-clad assassin, invisible until that moment, revealed himself and plunged the dagger repeatedly into the young warrior’s abdomen.

-162!

-95!

-95!

The warrior, just level nine with only 300+ health, saw his full health bar drained in an instant.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the assassin before collapsing to his knees with a thud.

In his dying moment, the warrior looked to Lu Ming with pleading eyes.

“Please… I beg you…”

Before he could finish, he fell lifeless to the ground.

The mage girl with him was stunned, unable to believe what she had just witnessed.

After a long moment, she knelt beside the warrior’s corpse and wailed out loud, “Brother!”

Lu Ming watched this scene without a flicker of emotion.

In his previous life, he had seen such scenes too often to be shocked.

In the Abyssal World, the sole measure of life was strength, not law.

This was a land beyond the law.

Without legal restraints, human nature was magnified without limit.

Aside from the assassin who had slain the warrior in an instant, two more figures appeared behind him: a black-armored knight and a man in a red robe.

They were clearly working together, well-equipped and obviously formidable.

Using his tenfold-enhanced scouting skill, Lu Ming quickly assessed their levels—all three were level ten.

The black-armored knight looked coldly at the bloodied corpse and the crying girl nearby.

“Had I known this day would come, I wouldn’t have done what I did,” he said indifferently.

The red-robed mage noticed Lu Ming standing aside and grew hostile.

“Kid, I suggest you don’t meddle.”

Lu Ming had no intention of meddling. He simply got to his feet and walked away.

“Smart choice, kid,” muttered the black-clad assassin as Lu Ming departed.

From behind, Lu Ming overheard the three killers talking.

“That girl’s pretty good-looking. No wonder Brother Ye wasn’t interested in anyone else but her!”

“Tomorrow is Boss Ye Chen’s eighteenth birthday. Let’s bring her to him as a gift. When he’s happy, there’ll be benefits for us too!”

Hearing the name “Ye Chen,” Lu Ming’s heart jolted, and he stopped abruptly.

Turning, he asked the three killers, “The Ye Chen you’re talking about—isn’t he the brother of Ye Ling’er?”

The assassin wiping blood off his dagger cast a cold glance at Lu Ming.

“What’s it to you?”

Lu Ming remained expressionless and pressed, “Just answer yes or no.”

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