Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 80: Can't Possibly Lose

Chapter 80: Can't Possibly Lose

"I can't believe I'm so famous now," Wang Yanran chuckled. "Fang Xiu, I really should thank you. If it wasn't for you and a few others fighting desperately, and you finally knocking Wang Erni unconscious, I wouldn't have had the chance to control a second-tier psychic. By controlling Wang Erni, I gained control of her hair Specter. You really helped me a lot. As thanks, I'll give you the highest honor. Come kiss my feet and be my puppet. Then you can live."

Facing Wang Yanran's insult, Fang Xiu remained calm and said lightly, "You talk too much, and you made me wait so long. I thought you wouldn't dare to show up."

"Oh?" Wang Yanran's eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Waiting for me? Are you saying that your recent tough fight with Wang Erni was all an act, just waiting for me to appear and reap the benefits?"

"What else?"

For some reason, looking at Fang Xiu's calm expression, Wang Yanran suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from her heart.

"Heh, handsome, I thought you knew the situation. But you can't seem to see what's really going on here. You're the only one left with fighting power on your side. On my side, I have two psychics with more than ten percent of their Spiritual Energy awakened, one second-tier psychic, a Class C Specter, and dozens of Specter Slaves. With such a powerful team on my side, you're bound to lose."

Saying this, Wang Yanran seemed to lose interest in Fang Xiu, and with a wave of her hand, she ordered, "Kill him."

At her command, the remaining dozens of Specter Slaves roared and rushed toward Fang Xiu. The tall, muscular man beside her also roared, and his muscles instantly swelled.

RIP!

His clothes burst open, revealing iron-blue muscles that shone with a metallic luster. He charged at Fang Xiu like a gigantic tank.

Also attacking was Wang Erni. Countless silver hair strands transformed into a sky-covering arrow rain, shooting straight at Fang Xiu.

Although Wang Yanran seemed reckless, she was actually cautious. Even with her team, which was sure to win, Fang Xiu's unusual calmness still made her uneasy. So, she went all out right from the start, aiming to nip any danger in the bud.

Then, a scene of despair unfolded. Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu stood alone on the ground, his slender shadow stretched long. Surrounding him were enemies surging like a tide. The Specter Slaves made of black hair strands, the muscular man with metallic-gleaming muscles, and the sky-covering silver hair strands shooting toward him.

As for his teammates, Shen Lingxue was lying in the muddy water, Zhao Hao was thrown tens of meters away and lost, and Liu Shuai passed out due to excessive blood loss.

Facing this situation, even a second-tier psychic would be in despair and give up. Fang Xiu, however, just laughed. The next moment, he controlled his Spiritual Energy to detonate the Specter power in the scalpel, which was stored from cutting countless Specters.

BOOM!

Terrifying and patterned Specter breaths rose from the scalpel, turning into strands of black smoke, howling out.

Each strand of black smoke seemed to contain a terrifying Specter roaring. These black smokes, like giant black pythons, coiled around Fang Xiu, churning, and then crazily surged into him through his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, dyeing all of them black.

With the continuous merging of Specter power, his mind became more twisted, his power stronger, and his laughter increasingly distorted. A terrifying, hideous laugh echoed throughout the place, sounding like a ghost from the netherworld coming to claim lives.

"Is this it? How can I possibly lose!!"

When the Specter power from the scalpel entered Fang Xiu's body, his suppressed mind was finally unleashed. Calmness had always been his coverto protect himself from being discovered by those Specters.

Madness, on the other hand, was his true nature.

Suppressed and hideous laughter squeezed out from his throat. At this moment, he seemed like a completely different person, with black energy swirling around him. Within the black mist, numerous Specter shadows condensed, and his right eye shone crimson, turning his former calmness into madness.

Seeing this, Wang Yanran was instantly shocked. "Quick! Stop him! He's mutating!"

But it was already too late.

With the terrifying laughter, Fang Xiu moved. Holding the bright silver scalpel in one hand, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

SWOOSH!

On the dark ground, a silver lightning seemed to light up. This lightning streaked across the field, and when Fang Xiu reappeared, he was already on the other side of the battlefield.

The silver light pierced the Specter Slaves. One by one, they became rigid, as if on pause.

The next moment, a dozen Specter Slaves' heads clattered to the ground. After their heads fell, the hair forming their bodies instantly scattered on the ground, twisted and withered.

Then, the silver "arrow rain" arrived, dense and overwhelming, seemingly sealing off all escape. However, Fang Xiu's figure turned into black afterimages, continuously moving swiftly and elegantly through the silver arrow rain.

His movements were graceful and rapid, his expression mad and ferocious, like a dark dancer under the moonlight, forcefully finding a sliver of life in this overwhelming attack.

Even while dodging the arrow shower, Fang Xiu's scalpel whirled continuously in his hand, reaping the lives of Specter Slaves like the scythe of the Reaper. In just a short moment, the Specter Slaves were almost completely eliminated.

"What! How is this possible!" Wang Yanran was shocked.

"He dares to let such immense and chaotic Specter power enter his body. He's planning to go down with me! Madman! He's a madman! Everyone, attack!"

Wang Yanran sent Wang Erni into the fight, determined to eliminate Fang Xiu.

Even the ordinary trekking couple joined the attack, armed with handguns. However, they approached quickly and died just as fast.

Fang Xiu didn't even spare them a glance; with a kick, he sent two shards of stone flying like bullets, embedding them into their foreheads. The two fell to the ground, eyes wide open in anger and shock.

Soon, Wang Erni joined the battle. Her power was at full strength, her silver hair whirling and growing incredibly fast, reaching dozens of meters in length in an instant.

The next moment, billions of silver hair strands intertwined, solidifying into a giant, conical silver spike, like a scorpion's tail, viciously piercing toward Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu's right eye blazed with blood-red, a ferocious smile appearing on his lips. Facing such a terrifying strike, he didn't dodge or evade but raised his scalpel to meet it head-on.

The contrast of the scene was dramatic: on one side was a giant silver spike tens of meters long, and on the other, a small scalpel less than 20 centimeters in length. The two were completely mismatched in scale.

But then, a jaw-dropping moment occurred.

CLANG!

A loud metallic clashing sound echoed! Astonishingly, the small and thin scalpel easily blocked the giant silver spike, preventing it from advancing an inch. The scene was like an ant lifting an elephant, a tiny insect shaking a mighty tree.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yanran's face stiffened."