Chapter 15: Double Execution

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Liu Kunlong, Level 5

Warrior Apprentice

HP: 300

MP: 10

Physical Damage: 200

Magic Damage: 1

Equipment: Novice Armor = Constitution +2, Novice Sword = Strength +2, Novice Boots = Agility +2

Skill 1: Basic Combat Technique, Double Slash—your attack speed reaches its peak in an instant, one sword delivers two slashes, a double attack, cooldown: 10 seconds.

No wonder Liu Kunlong was so confident—he was already level five and possessed a powerful combat skill. Sometimes, fate really is blind; the worse the person, the better their luck.

“Orphan! Now is your last chance to beg for mercy!” Liu Kunlong declared with complete self-assurance.

To say he wasn’t afraid would be a lie.

Even though the Evolution Sphere had made people game-like, granting them stats and data, this was not a game—it was reality. Staring at Liu Kunlong’s sword, shining with silvery light, Chen Mo couldn’t help but wonder: if that blade struck his head, would it just reduce his HP like in a game, or would it actually decapitate him?

Chen Mo had no intention of using his life to find out. He needed to end this quickly—he had to take Liu Kunlong down.

“Liu Kunlong, do you really think just because you have a novice set and a Double Slash skill, victory is guaranteed?”

What?

Liu Kunlong’s expression changed instantly. “How… how do you know about my Double Slash? Apart from Zhi, there’s absolutely no one in this world who should know I have that skill! Damn it! How did you find out?!”

Chen Mo deliberately distracted him. “Not only do I know you have Double Slash, I also know your attribute distribution is completely unbalanced. You have 20 points in constitution, but 18 are in strength. That means your physical damage is immense, and combined with Double Slash, you can probably kill most evolutionaries at this stage instantly. Unfortunately for you, that doesn’t matter to me. You only have a pitiful 3 points in agility. You’re way too slow. You won’t even be able to touch me!”

As Chen Mo spoke, Liu Kunlong’s face grew uglier and uglier. It was as if he were utterly exposed, every secret laid bare for Chen Mo to see.

Liu Kunlong asked Zhi what was going on. Zhi replied that perhaps the opponent had chosen the “Ordinary Human” start and awakened a special ability to see others’ stats.

Relief flooded Liu Kunlong’s face. “So that’s it. You little bastard, stop trying to put on a show—I know everything now! No wonder you can’t switch classes—you picked the ‘Ordinary Human’ start. Pathetic! You were a loser in real life and you’re still a loser in the Evolution Instance. Your so-called special ability only lets you see my stats—useless otherwise!”

Chen Mo clasped his hands behind his back and adopted a lofty air. “Oh? Is that so? If you’re so sure, why haven’t you attacked yet? What are you afraid of?”

“Enough with your tricks! Five years ago I could humiliate you, and five years later, I still can! Take this!”

Liu Kunlong truly deserved the title of strength-type warrior. With a single bound, his silver boots slammed into the ground, cracking the stone beneath and sending up a cloud of dust. He charged forward like a wild bull!

This was Chen Mo’s first battle against an evolutionary, and he dared not be careless. His mind sharpened to a razor’s edge—Mental Diffusion!

Chen Mo quickly discovered that 100 points in mental power benefited not only mages, but also warriors. It allowed him to focus, analyze every move of his opponent, and devise countermeasures in an instant.

Swish!

A flash of silver swordlight swept downwards at a 45-degree angle!

Chen Mo saw through the attack completely. With a flick of his feet, he moved like the wind, his blade licking blood, his head tilting back—his neck missing the sword by barely a millimeter as it passed cleanly by.

“Hm?!” Liu Kunlong raised an eyebrow, clearly stunned that his surprise strike had been dodged so effortlessly.

Liu Kunlong’s warrior instincts were strong. He didn’t panic after missing; instead, with a twist of his wrist, he forced the sword to change direction midair, turning the downward slash into a sweeping cut.

Double Slash!

One sword transformed into two, twin shadows slicing through the air!

It looked as though Chen Mo would be cut in two at the waist.

But Chen Mo launched himself into the air, spinning in a perfect 360-degree roll, miraculously vaulting over the twin sword shadows and landing behind Liu Kunlong.

Only someone with Chen Mo’s extraordinary 60 agility could have dodged that. Anyone else—even an advanced warrior—would have had no chance.

Straight punch!

Chen Mo knew no fancy techniques—just a simple, brutal punch to Liu Kunlong’s back!

-200 HP!

A damage number floated above Liu Kunlong’s head!

Bang!

Liu Kunlong was sent flying ten meters, crashing into a wall marked with the character “Demolish.”

With a tremendous crash, the entire wall collapsed, burying Liu Kunlong beneath the rubble.

Chen Mo scanned the data.

Liu Kunlong still had 100 HP left—he wasn’t dead yet.

His own physical attack was 400; in theory, he should have finished Liu Kunlong in one blow, but Liu Kunlong only lost 200 HP. Clearly, the silver armor had blocked half the damage!

Indeed, reality was not a game. Although the silver armor was only a beginner’s piece of equipment, adding just 2 points to constitution—equivalent to 20 points of physical defense, which should only reduce damage by 20 at most—in reality, it had reduced damage by 200. The reason was clear: a fist against armor deals only half damage.

This was a realistic parameter. If his punch had landed on Liu Kunlong’s head, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

But Chen Mo had no intention of letting Liu Kunlong die so easily.

Blood spurted from Liu Kunlong’s mouth.

“My sword! My sword!”

Frantically, Liu Kunlong crawled from the debris, searching for his silver sword. As he reached for it—

A foot stomped down on his hand.

A howl of agony tore from Liu Kunlong’s throat.

Chen Mo’s toes ground into Liu Kunlong’s fingers, each digit snapping with a crisp, satisfying crack.

“Liu Kunlong, does this scene feel familiar?”

A year ago, at the start of the new school year, Chen Mo had just collected his 500 yuan living allowance. He waited until midnight to sneak home, only to be intercepted by Liu Kunlong, who took all his money. One yuan fell to the ground, and as Chen Mo crawled to pick it up, Liu Kunlong stomped on his hand, grinding his fingers until the bones broke—just as he was doing now.

“Ah! You little bastard! If you ever fall into my hands, I’ll tear you to pieces!” Liu Kunlong screamed in pain.

Chen Mo bent down, picked up the silver sword, and shook his head. “Liu Kunlong, you still don’t understand your situation. Do you really think you have a future?”

Liu Kunlong, a man hardened by years on the street, twisted his features into a ferocious grin. “Ha! You little bastard, do you dare kill me? Killing is a crime. If you go to prison, what will happen to your sister? Can you bear that? I dare you…”

Chen Mo said coolly, “Oh, I almost forgot—your two lackeys are already dead. Do you really think I’d care about killing one more?”

“You…” Liu Kunlong’s voice trembled. At last, he felt a twinge of fear.

Chen Mo raised the sword high. The pale moonlight poured down, as if the heavens themselves were watching, spotlighting the stage where Chen Mo stood.