Ronnie’s performance could only be described as stunning. Previously, the general impression people had of him was: Scouting C, Movement Speed A, Burst Power A, Sustained Combat C.

While his clone technique was undeniably formidable, it also demanded an immense expenditure of mental energy. Ronnie could, at most, use it once or twice before his reserves were completely depleted.

Therefore, in their estimation, Ronnie’s move was purely for emergency survival; who knew that when paired with the overwhelmingly potent Bloody Dagger and its associated Bleeding Damage, this technique could be so fiercely revealing! Once Ronnie achieved a hit, he never lingered in combat.

The sight was eleven shadows scattering in different directions. Under these circumstances, honestly speaking, chasing him down was nearly impossible.

A fact had already been proven: even if one managed to eliminate every single clone, all those clones could easily be mere phantoms, with the true body having long since vanished without anyone noticing. (Baidu search Shushuwu, Shushuwu has no pop-ups, Shushuwu provides TXT download for this book.) When Capote rushed forward, he immediately embraced Jani.

Jani’s body was currently pouring blood joyously from every wound, instantly soaking Capote’s clothes. The thick, dark red blood dripped and gathered, forming a semi-solid mass, before reluctantly flowing towards the ground.

Capote’s face was ashen. He wasted no effort, slopping vast amounts of medicine onto Jani’s wounds.

However, this action seemed to accomplish nothing beyond wasting valuable supplies. Watching Jani’s blood spray out was like witnessing a faucet wrenched to its absolute maximum.

Everyone else could only stare dumbly at the scene, utterly helpless, unable to intervene, unable to do anything at all! Such inexpressible torment was an overwhelming burden on everyone's heart, for they couldn't help but think: if I were stabbed eleven times like that, wouldn't I also just wait here to die in vain?

Jani’s chest heaved violently as he struggled for breath. His one remaining hand gripped Capote’s arm tightly, seemingly wanting to say something but apparently lacking the capacity to articulate his meaning in words.

Only his eyes conveyed intense tension and anxiety. Yet, Capote clearly felt the fingers of Jani’s hand gripping his arm using their nails to desperately scratch something into his skin, before Jani finally drew his last breath.

Such a powerful warrior, killed simply by being bled out! Capote took a moment to decipher what Jani had been scratching, and there, clearly visible, were three letters!

R U N!!! Flee!!

A searing wave of intense humiliation and fury suddenly erupted in Capote’s heart! His first reaction was… What kind of joke is this!

Even having lost two or three members, our side still held an absolute advantage, and moreover, the enemy possessed the Demonic Sword Apophis!! The Demonic Sword Apophis…, Apophis…, “Damn it!” Capote suddenly calmed down, a chilling realization slowly dawning in his mind, spurred by Jani’s final message.

“The strength of that man wielding the Demonic Sword Apophis was already formidable. Coupled with the divine artifact Apophis in his grasp, the combination was dazzling to a degree that could not be ignored…” “But their true killing blow was placed on the vastly empowered Ronnie!” “Yes, that man immediately unleashed his ultimate move to kill Yanigan was intentional.

He wanted us to focus entirely on his immense offensive power, while this guy’s true purpose was to absorb damage and capture our attention. Damn it, damn it!

Although he wasn't holding a shield, he was truly, unequivocally, an MT—a monstrously powerful MT unlike any we have ever encountered!!” “With such a powerful figure leading the charge, and Ronnie supported by an Awakened one transformed into the Luminary High Chancellor, are the remnants of our cobbled-together force truly capable of opposing them?” A sliver of doubt suddenly appeared in Capote’s heart. He couldn't help but press the questioning further into his inner self: “If that MT rests and charges again, carrying the murderous momentum of his previous attack, could this group of ours calmly deal with it?

Would we give Ronnie absolutely no opening?” “Of course not.” “If the Psychic Storm flashes overhead again, could we possibly show no weakness?” “No… we couldn’t!” “Damn it, where exactly is the problem lying! We clearly had the advantage, so why are we embarrassingly stuck here??” Capote at this moment was like an unlucky fool who held a full hand of bombs and the best cards in a game of Dou Dizhu, full of pride and confidence, only to be instantly smothered by the opponent playing a perfect straight run.

More importantly, he still did not understand why they, possessing the numerical advantage, had fallen into a disadvantageous position. The reason, once explained, was quite simple.

Because the moment Fang Senyan made his move, he eliminated the potential core among them! The person capable of holding the front line and leading his teammates forward—Yanigan!

One must not forget that both opposing sides were currently engaged within a mission context. What Fang Senyan feared most was this group of enemies uniting and aggressively pushing forward with overwhelming force!

Therefore, the first thing Fang Senyan did was, at any cost, eliminate the one person among them—that arrow-figure with the courage and ability to lead the charge… BOOM. Kill.

To. Dust!

There is an old saying: a snake cannot move without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings. In this era where Contractors exhibited high levels of specialized cooperation, the MT’s task and objective were to shield the front and drive the assault forward.

Once the MT was restrained, it couldn't be said that the entire team’s momentum would be extinguished, but at least when encountering difficulties and setbacks, one couldn't expect a sniper like Pasino or a mage like Old A to raise his rifle or staff and loudly shout, "Follow me, charge!" In fact, even now, if this group rushed forward to utilize their numbers advantage in a chaotic push, Fang Senyan and his team would be powerless to stop such an event from occurring. The predictable outcome of doing so would be the failure of Fang Senyan’s mission, possibly leading to the death of either Ronnie or Aldares, and perhaps even putting Fang Senyan’s own life at risk.

However, the people who charged forward would certainly have to sacrifice three lives! At least three!!

Don't forget, Fang Senyan still held the ace card, the Epidemic, unused! Thus, the problem lay here: how could there be three people among Pasino, Old A, and the others who were so selfless and willing to sacrifice their lives for the team, allowing the rest to blindly reap the rewards of the battle?

Especially now that the two golden front-line combinations, Yanigan and Jani, were both dead. This scenario absolutely would not happen, unless Fang Senyan pushed them relentlessly to a desperate dead end, or perhaps the Queen of Blades was nipping at their heels from behind.

Ronnie suddenly said over the team channel, slightly out of breath, “Boss, Capote looks like he’s planning to flee. I know him well; the guy secretly set a delayed detonator.

I’d bet he even planted one on himself, because I’ve seen him do that before. That way, anyone who tries to touch him has to accept the price of mutual destruction.” Fang Senyan wiped the blood and sweat from his face, pulled out the Endless Vodka, took a few long gulps, and mused thoughtfully, “Very good.

One person’s retreat will trigger a chain reaction, but this was also expected. By the way, what about that woman who betrayed you?” Ronnie fell silent for a moment.

“I haven’t seen Artemis. I suppose she figured that chasing me with so many people was a waste, or perhaps she discovered something more profitable than hunting me down.” Fang Senyan leaned against the metal wall, closed his eyes, and after a long while, said, “What a pity.

In this world, you likely won't get your revenge, Ronnie. We cannot, and simply cannot, wipe these bastards out here.

This leads to one consequence: quite a few scumbags will survive and join that… woman’s side. They will feed her every last bit of information about us… That wouldn't be the main issue, but crucially, we are severely undermanned right now.” Ronnie was quiet for a moment, reluctantly saying, “Maybe I can try?” “That’s exactly what she hopes for, you idiot!” Fang Senyan’s tone became sharp, almost a reprimand.

“I risked my life to save you, and you want me to come away empty-handed, suffering a total loss? Do you want me to look like a fool walking away with nothing?” Judging by Fang Senyan’s tone, Ronnie likely deserved a harsh physical reprimand—kicks, shoves, scolding—a completely merciless physical punishment.

Any other Contractor would feel the humiliation of their pride being shattered. But strangely, Ronnie thrived on this kind of discipline… provided the person administering it was someone he genuinely submitted to in his heart.

“Yes, Boss, I was wrong,” Ronnie quickly apologized. “I will abide by your will.” Fang Senyan suddenly addressed Aldares.

“It’s time to apply pressure. You take the enemy fire this time.

Prepare the Psychic Storm, and then I’ll charge in to deploy the plague. Ronnie, who among these guys do you think poses the greatest threat to us?” Ronnie hesitated slightly.

“Pasino and Old A are both very powerful individuals.” Fang Senyan snorted dismissively. “Those types are merely passable.

If that guy were here, those two wouldn't even be worth looking at!” As Fang Senyan spoke, he couldn't help but think of Black Guy, and then that scoundrel Aziz, the so-called Public Enemy of America! Then he listed the must-kill targets: “That Bakamb’s senses are too abnormal; if possible, take him out first!”