Chapter 1783: Turn around and run
Apocalypse Gachapon
After evolving to level nine, Ye Zhongming had no problem soloing a mutant lifeform of the same level.
Back on Earth, fully armed, even if he hadnât reached the level of the Holy Father, he wouldnât have flinched against the top ten high-level beings on the planet. If he factored in Cloud Peakâs supportâwith Mo Ye, Yangos, Red Hair, and others all mobilizedâCloud Peak alone could probably wipe out the top ten mutant lifeforms in the entire country.
But now, things were different. He didnât have his most reliable weapons, none of the equipment that gave him a sense of security, and none of his loyal companions or battle pets by his side. Using a skill heâd only learned for ten days to kill a lifeform of the same level?
Seeing Ye Zhongming hesitate, Aslan suddenly felt disappointed.
For a piece of garbage, in her eyes, it didnât matter if they were a bit weak, a bit stupid, or even unruly and hard to tame.
But the worst thing was if the garbage lacked courage!
That kind of garbage was truly garbage.
"Iâve already taught you everything about Double Poison Shadow. What you do next is up to you."
With that, Aslan took two steps back, flapped her wings, and flew away.
Ye Zhongming stared at her disappearing figure, momentarily stunned, unsure why the birdman had suddenly left so coldly. After a moment, he realized.
Seems like, no matter where you go, females are emotionally unstable!
I was just thinking whether I should reveal my trump card nowâwhyâd you have to fly off?
Though he wasnât particularly fond of this birdman, Ye Zhongming was still grateful for her patient teaching. After watching her leave, he turned his attention to the slumbering beast.
Right now, it was sleeping so soundly that snot bubbles were forming, but Ye Zhongming was certainâthe moment he stepped into its perception range, it would wake up instantly and attack.
Unless you were a true master-level assassin, ambushing a level nine lifeform was about as difficult as evolving to level nine itself.
Ye Zhongming didnât rush to attack. Instead, he first sorted through his equipment:
A repaired short sword
A newly crafted leather armor
Two bone daggers
And a box heâd made using materials gathered over the past few days
Aside from eating, sleeping, training, and mocking the birdman, Ye Zhongming had spent his free time working on something mysterious, slowly assembling it into this box.
After checking his gear, he still didnât move. Instead, he took out food and water, eating and drinking slowly to let his body absorb nutrients as quickly as possible.
This routine lasted at least twenty minutes. During this time, aside from silent chewing, Ye Zhongming didnât move a muscle.
For a piece of garbage who had beaten a special training instructor to a pulp, the Star Eye Race was paying close attention. Right now, not only were Color Man and Masked Man watching nearby, but Aslan, who had flown away, had also rejoined them. Meanwhile, in the surveillance hall, over a dozen people were gathered, led by Commander Cheng Liuji, the highest-ranking officer present.
"Hmm, not bad."
This Gold Commander, who had nearly issued a kill order when he saw Aslan getting beaten, didnât show impatience at Ye Zhongmingâs prolonged stillness. Instead, he unexpectedly praised him.
"A skilled assassin, a true Star Eye Race warrior, should have this kind of patience when hunting. How many times have we prepared for daysâeven monthsâbefore making our move?"
A Silver Masked Man nearby seized the moment to add some meaningless but agreeable fluff.
Right now, hearing praise from other races was nearly impossible for the Star Eye Race, so they had to entertain themselves.
"Heâs moving!"
Someone alerted the group.
After staying still for so long, Ye Zhongming finally movedâbut instead of attacking as everyone expected, he began circling just outside the beastâs perception range.
"Is he looking for a weakness?"
A staff member, who had some combat ability but not much, could only guess based on his limited understanding of the Star Eye Raceâs skills.
"Sky Pillar has multi-limbed traitsâvisual organs on every arm. Its weakness isnât in its field of vision. If this garbage is trying to exploit that, heâs wasting his time."
A Gold Masked Man shook his head. The garbage clearly didnât know what kind of lifeform he was facing. In truth, this wasnât fair to Ye Zhongmingâthe beast they called Sky Pillar wasnât an easy opponent.
"Raising a level nine lifeform isnât easy. If this garbage canât kill Sky Pillar, then he can become its food. A useless piece of trash is no match for Sky Pillar."
Commander Cheng Liuji snorted coldly. The others exchanged glances, unsure whether to take his words at face value or not.
"Is he setting traps?"
Since the Gold Commanderâs words were hard to respond to, they turned back to the screen. They noticed that after circling once, the garbage didnât stopâhe kept going, this time faster. At certain spots, heâd pause, take out his box, and carefully set something up.
It did look like traps.
This drew sneers from many in the room.
Traps werenât uselessâbut it depended on the target. Sky Pillar, a mutant lifeform with thick, rugged flesh, only had weak points at its joints. The chances of ground or plant-based traps hitting those spots were practically zero.
Besides, in Darkstripe Cityâor any battlefieldâwhat kind of traps were used? It was a high-tech skill, requiring precision materials and mechanisms, often involving factories from multiple races.
A truly effective trap was a luxury item.
The people here knew exactly what resources were available in the garbage trial space. They seriously doubted there was anything in there that could make a trap threatening to a level nine lifeform!
Useless effortâthat was the unanimous verdict in their minds.
Color Man also understood Aslanâs expression when she returned. This guy really did give hope first, only to disappoint later.
"Letâs go. Why bother watching? Total waste of time."
Aslan, visibly irritated, wanted to leave.
"Letâs keep watching. He⊠should be making his move soon."
Color Man hesitated but decided to stay. He was disappointed too, but a tiny sliver of hope remained.
What ifâŠ
Under the collective gaze of zero expectations, Ye Zhongming finally stepped into Sky Pillarâs perception range.
The beastâs eyes snapped open, locking onto the stranger with a murderous gleam.
It stood up, shaking off grass and debris, revealing a body covered in thick, black-bristled arms.
Its face was ghastly green with protruding fangs, and its lower body supported by four legs arranged in a square. When it moved, its steps were small but rapid.
Ye Zhongming took two steps, stopped, changed direction, and repeated the processâstudying his opponent.
After sizing him up, Sky Pillar suddenly roared and charged, two of its arms swinging forward with a sound like popping a wine cork.
Two invisible air blasts shot toward Ye Zhongming.
Faced with an attack from a peer, the King of Cloud Peak⊠turned and ran.