Chapter Sixty-five: A Brilliant Ambush
Qin Chuan hadn’t staged an ambush in a long time—he simply hadn’t needed to. But this time was different. After experiencing several group synergy skills in previous battles, he had a gut feeling that the Berserk Blood Lion Legion possessed similarly absurd abilities. Caution was entirely warranted.
At that moment, the Berserk Blood Lion Lord charged ahead of his troops, racing frantically toward the blaze.
“Ding! Detected third-tier inferior mutant Berserk Blood Lion Lord, exceptional quality, level 20.”
“Ding! Detected second-tier supreme Berserk Blood Lion, exceptional quality, level 19.”
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“Haha, they’re finally here.”
“Huh, this guy’s about to pass right by the grass where I’m hiding?”
“Heavens, this is a gift from above!”
Qin Chuan realized this was a golden opportunity, and his excitement was impossible to contain.
The Berserk Blood Lion Lord, fixated on claiming the glory, had grown careless. Ambush had never crossed his mind.
“Heavenfall Strike!”
Qin Chuan unleashed his ultimate ability right into the midst of the Berserk Blood Lion Legion. In midair, purple light flashed as a hundred sword shadows rained down from the sky.
“Ding! Killed level 19 supreme Berserk Blood Lion, gained 900 experience points, bonus 100% for defeating a higher-level foe, congratulations: 1,800 experience points awarded.”
“Ding! Killed elite underling of the Ruler of the Plains, extra reward: 1,800 experience points.”
“Ding! Triggered mutant skill: Slaughter.”
“Ding! Increased sharpness by 5%, reduced all attributes of enemies within ten meters by 5%.”
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“Ding! Rage meter full.”
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The Berserk Blood Lion Legion, caught mid-sprint, charged straight into the ultimate’s area of effect.
Qin Chuan led with his ultimate to build rage and activate the slaughter function.
And the Berserk Blood Lion Lord, tearing down the path, passed right by the grass where Qin Chuan lay in wait.
“Haha, take a taste of my critical hit!”
Ecstatic, Qin Chuan leaped from the undergrowth and unleashed a basic attack at the Lion Lord.
Swish! The Cold Iron Sword flashed like a streak of light.
The speed was utterly astonishing.
“Bang! Crack!”
“Ding! Critical hit triggered, damage increased by 150%, knockback inflicted.”
“Ding! 25% slow effect triggered.”
“Ah! What’s happening?! The pain is unbearable!”
With a sharpness stat already at a staggering 737+, even the Lion Lord’s resilience of 400+ was no match.
A jagged fissure appeared in the Lion Lord’s armored scales, the result of explosive damage.
Thrown sideways, the Lion Lord caught sight of the faint purple glow emanating from the Cold Iron Sword, and his heart quaked.
“That’s the Black Demon Sword?! A violet spirit weapon!”
In that instant, the Lion Lord smelled death and desperately unleashed his skills.
“Berserk Blood Lion Roar!”
Even as his body spun out of control, the skill only required a shout—he could still fight back.
Seeing the Lion Lord open his maw wide, Qin Chuan instantly knew what was coming.
So, with a flourish, he blinked forward, closing the distance in a flash.
“What?! You dare to scorn my Berserk Blood Lion Roar?”
“You’re courting death!”
The Lion Lord was elated, certain that the next moment the Black Demon Sword would be flung away and its wielder stunned.
Yet, fate is always unpredictable.
Qin Chuan, unfazed by the sonic assault, arrived by his side, entirely unaffected.
After blinking, Qin Chuan enjoyed 0.6 seconds of immunity; neither sonic damage nor anything else could touch him.
“Surprised? Didn’t expect that, did you?” Qin Chuan’s mocking voice rang out, accompanied by a flash of cold steel.
“This can’t be!”
Still in shock, the Lion Lord had no time to react before suffering another basic attack.
“Ah!”
The damage from a regular attack might have been lower, but the piercing effect still hurt—badly.
“Heart of Valor!”
“Lion’s Descent!”
Overwhelmed by terror, the Lion Lord unleashed all his skills at once.
A 15% boost to all attributes instantly gave him a sense of security.
To be fair, the Lion Lord’s skills were extremely convenient—just open his mouth and unleash them.
Meanwhile, the ultimate still raged, the kill counter ticking up relentlessly, and the Lion Lord still tumbling through the air.
Qin Chuan calmly caught up and landed a few more sword strikes, hoping to trigger a freeze.
“Ding! Kill...”
“Ding! Rage +10.”
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“Ding! Rage meter full.”
“Ding! Freeze triggered, duration 1.5 seconds.”
After three seconds, the ultimate ended, leaving a five-meter vacuum amid the Lion Legion.
Hiss!
Every Berserk Blood Lion drew a sharp, involuntary breath. But what shocked them even more was the Lion Lord’s wretched, tragic scream.
Frozen in place, the Lion Lord had just touched down when Qin Chuan launched a frenzied assault.
“Critical hit triggered, damage increased by 150%, knockback inflicted.”
“One strike, two strikes, three strikes!”
“Explode for me!”
“Ding! Lethal blow triggered.”
“No! I don’t want to die!”
The Lion Lord’s death cry was heart-wrenching.
“Ding! Killed level 20 third-tier inferior mutant Berserk Blood Lion Lord, gained 31,250 experience points, bonus 100% for defeating a higher-level foe, congratulations: 62,500 experience points awarded.”
“Ding! Killed elite underling of the Ruler of the Plains, extra reward: 62,500 experience points.”
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“Haha, another one down. That ambush was pure perfection.”
“Heh, now it’s your turn—you four-legged bags of quadruple experience!”
In just a handful of seconds, the Berserk Blood Lion Lord fell, leaving the entire legion dumbfounded.
“The lord is dead?”
“How is that possible?”
“What just happened?”
“Why did it turn out like this?”
“Who am I, where am I?”
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All the Berserk Blood Lions felt as if they were in a dream—the sudden blow so shocking, they thought it must be an illusion.
It wasn’t until the relentless, agonized screams reached their ears that reality sank in.
“This isn’t a dream after all—it’s a bloody, brutal fact!”
“Heavens, that’s the Black Demon Sword!”
“We’re under attack!”
“Fight back! Fight back!”
“No, retreat! Retreat!”
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Panic and chaos erupted once more, while Qin Chuan calmly reaped kill after kill.
“What? Berserk Blood Lion Roar? My resilience stat is rock solid—I ignore it!”
“Heart of Valor? Just hack away and see who’s luckier!”
“Lion’s Descent? Not a problem—one strike and you’re gone!”
Qin Chuan rampaged as if in an empty field, slaughtering the Lion Lord’s forces, sending the survivors fleeing in terror.
Unfortunately for them, they weren’t even as fast as the Swift Leopard Legion.
The Berserk Blood Lion Legion only managed to flee for about ten minutes before Qin Chuan wiped them all out.
With a flawless ambush, Qin Chuan annihilated the entire Berserk Blood Lion Legion—a feat the core region’s spirit creatures saw as nothing short of a miracle.
But to Qin Chuan, it was merely a routine, risk-free ambush.
Now it was time to clean up the battlefield, so Qin Chuan activated Devour.
“Devour Essence!”
“Ding, devour successful, gained 6,000 evolution points.”
“Ding, devour successful, gained 380 evolution points.”
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“Another bountiful harvest. What’s next, I wonder?”
“This is truly exciting!”
Qin Chuan glanced at his stats panel and was delighted.
Evolution points: 534,800 / 1,638,000
Experience: 3,628,400 / 13,107,200
Rage: 80 / 100
Slaughter: 820 / 5,000