<h4>Chapter 562: Utterly foiled by wisdom!</h4>


    Trantor: Trantion Nation Editor: Trantion Nation


    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5." Sheyan counted out five humans who strolled out. His gaze sharpened as he pronounced.


    "That brat Nick is a must kill. Since we n to take action, then we absolutely cannot leave behind any loose strands of danger. That werewolf moves with unparalleled agility while his regeneration is incredibly stunning. He will be able to restrain AK. Reef, you must guard AK for a while. When AK’s viperwolf spirits emerge, then you can rx a little."


    Wind and rain darkened the sky.


    The momentous hurricane offered no signs of dissipating. It was truly a weather suitable formitting a sneak homicide.


    Relying on his impressive perceptive sense and high agility, Sheyan brazenlyid low by the road side. A wave of excitement subconsciously welled up in his heart.


    When was the first time heid silently for his prey while drawing his bow fully? It was back before entering the nightmare realm! That time, wasn’t it waiting for Xide while outside the door*? It was exactly the same icy-cold downpour and the unbridled whistling of wind! Except that year, he was a youth who braved death as he contended against fate with his flesh and life. Right now, he had matured to a stage where his every gesture could break off a measly human’s life.


    (TL: *this happened during vol 1, the prologue)


    He watched on as those five humans approached just shy of several metres from the casting range of his ‘Horn-Rage’ ability.


    All of a sudden, an unfathomable dazzling brilliance shed up and overwhelmed the entire sky; as though a thousand lightnings ha red through the horizon simultaneously.


    Such a phenomenon instantly blinded Sheyan’s eyes, instantly throwing them into a state of semi-blindness.


    Soon after, iparably frantic explosions and gunfire rumbles reverberated out! The sounds were unexpectedly heading straight towards the hiding spot of Sheyan.


    From afar, when the simrly blinded Mogensha regained his vision, he astoundingly realized the shrub disguising Sheyan hadpletely vanished. At that same spot, was now a 7-8 square metres pit that was as deep as 2-3 metres; appearing as though arge calibre artillery strike had happened here.


    The air pervaded with a rich gunpowder smell, as crow ck fumes were wafting out from the bottom of the pit. Soon, it was swiftly extinguished by the rainwater.


    "Hahahaha~~~~" Amongst the five humans, a male dressed in camouge color uniform and wearing sunssesughed wildly.


    Hoisted up in his hand, was shockingly a rotary autocannon that one could find installed on nes; fumes were currently spiralling out from the cannon mouth, while only a portion of the chained ammunition coiled around his arm remained. Within that short span of seconds, he had at least poured out ‘thousands’ of bullets in torrents.


    "I just knew there was an underlying conspiracy. How would those marines suddenly be clever? Hmph hmph. Indeed, someone has yed the informant!" That sunss male clenched his teeth and sneered.


    "As expected, it was the damned bastard Seaman who yed tricks behind. Trying to ambush us with such a feeble effort? Courting death!"


    A female adorned in skintight pants casually flung away the grenade ring in her hand before she calmly spoke.


    "Yanglie Leier, you haven’t received the information to kill right? You ought to be more cautious. Apart from that, although we have only discovered a single ambushing scum, it is hard to say if boss Nick has managed to probe out other foes in the vicinity."


    Yanglie Leier pursed his lips and scoffed.


    "Wesleyan, you are overly cautious. With the four of us acting together, even if that brat was made of steel he would still be obliterated! What more, a trifling contestant? Those guys exaggerating the formidability of Seaman, I guess he must have possessed a certain unique ability suitable for navalbat. Yet ashore, he is merely trash. Hahaha, under the divine might of our boss Nick, he still wishes to ambush us? Just thinking of that bloody idiot makes me feel like dying ofughter."


    While Yanglie Leier was engrossed in his wildughters, a hand surprisingly reached out from the depths of that bomb crater. A hand that was charred ck with fumes but clenched into a fist instantaneously.


    When one observed that tightly clenched fist, one would receive an impression of a crazy, emphatic, crude and overbearing sensation; wanting to directly sh with the screaming hurricane that was wreaking havoc around.


    Within a second, the depths of the bomb crater erupted, before a figure vehemently stampeded forward like an ox. With every step he trampled on the earth, it emanated a shocking tremor to the surrounding humans.


    Caught by surprise, the members of Triple-K unleashed their assaults sessively.


    Nevertheless, they failed to stall the rampaging momentum of Sheyan.


    His fist mmed straight into Yanglie Leier’s stomach, knocking him into a stunned state. Concurrently, the concealed Mogensha from afar grasped this opportunity as he demonstrated the extreme longe range of the ‘SN-9 Wasp’!


    Bear this in mind, for such a valiant gunner like Mogensha, if he wasn’t required to contemte the reactionary dodging or movements of his opposing target, then he could wholly focus on his damage output!


    Three maliciously new special expanding bullets whizzed in, of which their trajectory tail wasbusting with a vestige of MP. Then, they drilled straight between the brows of Yanglie Leier!


    Probably due to him focusing onto a vital spot and his concentrated explosiveness, Mogensha’s three special bullets were able to unleash explosive strikes!


    Moreover, Yanglie Leier had also suffered from the damage of Sheyan’s collision. Yet more crucially, he belonged to the model of heavy firepower suppression where his personal attributes revolved around strength and agility. Normally, he would rely on a buff ability analogous to Reef’s ‘Faith-guard’ to strengthen his personal survivability. Yet because he was caught off guard, he was directly struck into near-death state!!!


    "Indeed I’ve miscalcted. My n is utterly foiled."


    Sheyan gripped his neck as he coldly stared into his despairing eyes and announced.


    "Even though your assaults can melt steel……nevertheless! How can trifling steelpare to me?"


    As he spoke, Sheyan unyieldingly withstood the aggro of the other Triple-K members as he proceeded to mercilessly snap Yanglie Leier’s neck!


    Regrettably, he didn’t drop a single key.


    Under the 40% realm restriction, Sheyan’s innate ability ‘Stronghold’ was able to exhibit astonishing results when it came to damage reduction. In theory, a contestant could surpass the 40 points damage reduction of ‘Stronghold’, only if his principal damage could exceed approximately 140 points!


    Furthermore, Sheyan himself possessed effects that could suppress the explosive strike rate of his opponents. Furthermore, after Sheyan had acquired the ‘Sacred Cow-horn Cup’ essory, a single ‘Gloryheal’ could restore 75% of his HP! With such impressive healing abilities, he could naturally forcibly withstand thebined assaults of contestants who weren’t even reserve-duty Growth-hunters!


    Presently, Nick had probably released an order to his party. The werewolf speedily lunged forward as hepleted his shapeshift before Sheyan.


    Instead, the remaining three contestants hastily enveloped towards Mogensha. As they sprinted towards him, they advanced in an S shape. Evidently, Mogensha’s previous burst shot that could instantly strike one into a devastating state, had shocked and impacted them greatly!


    Sheyan then shifted his attention to the werewolf before him.


    Saliva leaked from its jaws, as it puffed crudely with crimson eyes. Houseflies buzzed around its body incessantly, but its pair of crimson eyes was ring deadly onto Sheyan. If Sheyan didn’t act, then it wouldn’t bulge as well!


    Sheyan then casually strode forward, as the werewolf responded with a prating long ‘Aowuuuuu’. Amidst the howl, it pounced towards Sheyan.


    Sheyan strained his eyes within the rain. He didn’t dodge or evade, but his face exuberated a flourishing killing intent. As he stomped forward, he firmly received a w from the werewolf. However, that w felt essentially like drizzles to Sheyan.


    Instead, Sheyan frowned because of the nightmare imprint notification transmitted.


    [ You received an attack from contestant ??? (This information is blocked by a special ability, your perceptive sense is suppressed) ]


    [ You receive 17 points of actual damage ]


    [ Your wound is infected, movement speed declines by 33% ]


    Browsing through the notifications, Sheyan revealed a sneer on his face.


    "So this is Nick’s n. You guys must think that I’m a tanker. No wonder he dispatched a werewolf to constrict me with your infectious speed impairing ability, while the others ran off to deal with my gunner. This is truly a f***ing good idea."


    The werewolf bared its teeth while its crimson eyes exposed a mocking intent.


    "You self-conceited moron. You couldn’t have expect your meticulously prepared trap had turned out to be a joke eh! Boss Nick is a well-known detective in the present world. You wanting topete in sophisticated plotting with him, you are truly overestimating yourself!"


    Sheyan dropped his head down faintly as he stood firmly with his limbs in a martial posture*. The impression he released was that of nothing could shift his physique. The werewolf couldn’t see his expression clearly, but could suddenly feel the brewing wind turning slightly stronger and the rain turning icy colder.


    (TN:*(不丁不八) this is actually a martial arts posture)


    Sheyan slowly pulled out a long saber glittering with blue brilliance from his back. Though this long saber appeared terribly damaged, it still emanated an unexpected surge of deadliness.


    Sheyan abruptlyughed as he revealed his blood stained teeth.


    "You’re correct. My n is indeed foiled by Nick, but so what? Didn’t arade of yours got killed instead when you counter plotted against me?"


    The werewolf immediately felt as though a rock was forced into his mouth, and he couldn’t find the words to refute. Sheyan then pointed his ‘+7 West’ towards him.


    "Nick’s n is probably counting on you to minimally hold me off for a period of more than 300 seconds, because he would be able to eliminate myrades by then. Actually, to y some trash like you, I would say just one minute is enough. Sometimes, even the most astutely devised n can be shredded apart by brute strength!"


    As Sheyan’s voice faded, a sk of lime gene-mix crashed onto the ground. Then, a moss colored poison fog dispersed out.


    In a split second, that iparably deadly dark-blue damaged long saber in his hand, was already hacking down for the werewolf’s head!