Amidst the roars, before Mog, who had been knocked dizzy from the headbutt, could recover, Qin Ming, who had struggled to his feet, charged forward and slamd into Mog!
Mog, who had spent his life charging at others, finally experienced what it felt like to be on the receiving end. His body was sent flying.
As soon as he hit the ground, Qin Ming, now weighing over 400 pounds after his blood-boosting technique, leaped into the air and ca crashing down like a cannonball.
Pseudo-People's Elbow Strike!
Boom!
The loud crash echoed through the area. Qin Ming's elbow landed squarely on the back of Mog's head, and the crisp sound of bone cracking imdiately reached his ears.
The good news was that Mog couldn't withstand Qin Ming's ferocious critical strike, enhanced by Qi Pulse. His head was severely injured.
The bad news? Qin Ming's elbow couldn't withstand the impact either—his bone was shattered on the spot!
This mutually destructive outco left Qin Ming writhing on the ground, clutching his arm in pain.
Mog, face down on the ground, clutched his bleeding head.
Before he could even let out a scream, the velociraptor rushed in from the side, biting his leg and swinging him around violently.
Then ca the triceratops' charging stomp, the pteranodon's fierce tearing, and Wolf's opportunistic follow-up attacks.
The four of them, working together, demonstrated the true aning of "strength in numbers."
As the fifth-level boss, Mog's abilities were far from weak.
With his second transformation, his stats were off the charts—high speed, imnse strength, and formidable defense. He was undoubtedly a tough opponent.
However, facing a one-versus-four situation, he was utterly outmatched.
This wasn't a matter of skill—it was simply impossible to fight back!
The velociraptor bit his leg and dragged him backward, while the pteranodon grabbed his head and pulled him upward. Mog was stretched out in mid-air, his body taut like a straight line.
If it weren't for his imnse physical strength, he might have been torn in half!
Completely restrained, Mog couldn't even counterattack. How could he fight back?
To make matters worse, Wolf seized the opportunity to rush in, pulling out a hamr and delivering a series of brutal blows to Mog's abdon, ensuring the damage kept piling up.
Mog's agonized screams filled the room. After struggling with all his might to break free from the pteranodon's grip and landing back on the ground, he was already covered in wounds.
Kicking the velociraptor away, Mog, his face covered in blood, suddenly lowered his head and charged toward the wall, attempting to break through and escape.
He had realized that he stood no chance against so many opponents alone. He needed to escape, find reinforcents, and call for Slaine's help!
Mog reacted quickly. If he had been facing Wolf alone, he might have actually broken through the encirclent.
Unfortunately, he wasn't just up against Wolf this ti. There was another lurking threat nearby!
Bang!
Mog, using his pachycephalosaurus charge skill, accelerated toward the wall—but he didn't hit it.
Because Qin Ming, sliding into position, had firmly planted himself in Mog's path.
Boom!
Another deafening crash rang out as the two collided head-on!
Despite the dizziness, Mog continued his charge without slowing down.
Qin Ming, gripping Mog's shoulders to prevent himself from being sent flying, struggled desperately.
The two of them crashed through the wall and tumbled out of the room together.
Qin Ming, being pushed backward with his feet dragging along the ground, had veins bulging on his forehead.
After being forced to slide over 20 ters, Qin Ming finally managed to halt Mog's charge.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Mog by the belt, lifted him upside down, and with a roar, slamd him headfirst into the ground!
Wrestling Move: Death Head Spike!
Crack!
Qin Ming, using all his strength, drove Mog halfway into the ground!
Before Mog, with only his lower half exposed, could struggle free, Qin Ming swung his arm with all his might, delivering a devastating chop aid right between Mog's flailing legs!
Pseudo-Sonic Boom!
The explosion of force sent shockwaves rippling out, creating a visible impact within a five-ter radius.
Qin Ming's hand chop, enhanced by blood, white flas, and Qi, struck with the force of a mortar shell.
The sound of sothing shattering echoed clearly in Qin Ming's ears.
Mog's legs, which had been kicking wildly in an attempt to escape, were instantly straightened out by the blow.
With the successful strike, Qin Ming's eyes glowed red as he prepared to press his advantage.
Just then, a gust of wind roared beside him. Wolf and his crew had caught up.
Seeing Mog half-buried in the ground, Wolf's eyes lit up. Without a second thought, he charged forward, raising the massive two-handed hamr high above his head.
And then...
Thud!
Another dull thud echoed as Wolf's hamr struck true.
The sheer force of the blow caused Mog, who had been desperately trying to straighten his legs, to go completely limp. His legs drooped, motionless...
An hour later, footsteps echoed outside the base as a large group of hunting organization mbers returned, their faces filled with frustration.
So of them grumbled as they walked.
"What's the deal with the second-in-command dragging us out in the middle of the night? And for what? To chase so lone enemy? Where are we even supposed to find them at this hour? We ca up empty-handed!"
"Ugh, rank has its privileges. Especially when it's the second-in-command. Did you see how even Boss Slaine joined the operation? If the boss isn't complaining, you shouldn't either."
"Hmph, speaking of which, where's Boss Mog? He's always at odds with the second-in-command. Why wasn't he sent out on this mission? That's not like him."
"Who knows? Maybe Boss Mog has more important tasks."
The group, having been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night only to return empty-handed, was filled with complaints.
Leading the group, Slaine remained expressionless and silent, exuding an air of cold detachnt.
Only when he heard his subordinates' complaints did his eyes flicker slightly, and he frowned.
Returning to the base, Slaine waved his hand, quickly directing his subordinates to disperse and rest. He then headed to his own room.
As the exhausted subordinates returned to their quarters, Qin Ming and Wolf erged from the shadows.
The hunt had begun.
The pachycephalosaurus Mog had ultimately died under the group's relentless assault, his death devoid of any dignity.
After returning to their quarters, the exhausted subordinates were swiftly assassinated by Qin Ming and Wolf.
Once all the minor threats in the area had been dealt with, ensuring no one would interfere with their hunt for the boss, Qin Ming and Wolf led the three dinosaurs toward Slaine's room.
Arriving at the door, Qin Ming, relying on his military training from his combat skills, deftly picked the lock with a small knife.
Then, moving silently in the dark, they slowly approached the bed.
Creeping closer with light steps, Qin Ming's eyes glead with murderous intent as he and Wolf simultaneously launched their attacks on the motionless figure lying on the bed.
Qin Ming aid a hand chop at the neck, while Wolf swung his hamr with full force toward... well, the groin.
Two loud crashes rang out almost simultaneously, and the bed was shattered into pieces, collapsing on the spot.
Looking at the broken bed and the figure of Slaine, who had dissipated upon being struck, Qin Ming and Wolf's pupils contracted simultaneously. They realized sothing was terribly wrong.
This was a decoy!
Before they could recover from their shock, a sharp whistling sound ca from the roof.
In the next mont, a barrage of boorangs ca spinning down like a torrential rain!
B-rank Skill: Phantom Boorangs!
The sound of the boorangs striking echoed incessantly. Caught off guard, Wolf was sent flying, and the walls were torn apart.
Only Qin Ming, with his back to the attack, relied on his terrifying defense to withstand the onslaught.
Slaine, who had been hanging from the roof unnoticed, dropped to the ground as soon as he released his grip.
Catching the returning boorang, Slaine looked at Qin Ming with a serious expression.
Earlier, when he had heard his subordinates' conversations, he had already sensed that sothing was amiss.
The second-in-command, Wolf, and Mog had always been at odds, constantly clashing. Given Wolf's personality, he wouldn't have missed the chance to drag Mog into this late-night operation.
But tonight, Wolf had called everyone except Mog. This was highly suspicious.
So, upon returning, Slaine had been extra cautious. Instead of going straight to bed, he had chosen to lie on the roof beams.
As it turned out, his caution was justified. Sothing had indeed gone wrong tonight!
Gripping the boorangs, Slaine roared and hurled them again.
As the boorangs left his hands, they multiplied into countless afterimages, bombarding the area.
He no longer had ti to figure out why Wolf had suddenly turned on him.
All he knew was that he had to eliminate the threat quickly. If Wolf didn't die, he would be the one to perish!
Slaine's stats were terrifying, far surpassing even the fifth-level boss, Mog. Moreover, due to Qin Ming picking up that stone earlier, Slaine had entered a berserk state, further boosting his attributes.
Facing Slaine's boorang barrage, Wolf and his dinosaurs didn't dare to take the hits head-on.
Only Qin Ming, with his arms crossed in front of him, endured the attack with his body.
Then, accelerating into a sprint, he charged madly toward Slaine. As soon as he closed the distance, he activated his Heavenly Slide skill without hesitation!
Whoosh!
Qin Ming, now a blur, shot straight toward Slaine.
The absurd speed granted by the skill made it impossible for even Slaine, with his 70 points of agility, to guarantee a complete dodge.
So, instead of risking it, Slaine activated his own skill.
Whoosh!
His figure blurred as he slid away with an eerie movent, narrowly avoiding Qin Ming's grasp.
B-rank Skill: Shadow Swap!
(End of Chapter)
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