Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Bottled Prisoner (Part 3)_1

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Almost immediately, Fu Qian was labeled as a crazed and cold-blooded individual, and everyone’s interest in him dropped to a freezing point.

No one wished to oppose someone with powerful abilities and a disturbed mind, especially when enemies surrounded them.

People like him, when insane, simply don’t consider the consequences.

Fu Qian was, however, quite pleased with this.

He had already guessed that, given there were no gains in killing now, he still chose to blow that person’s head off just for this reason.

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In this day and age, one’s image is very important. Painting oneself as a reckless madman would undoubtedly avoid many unnecessary troubles.

In the meantime, the suffocating silence was swiftly overtaken by the passage of time.

A few minutes later, Fu Qian felt a stir in his heart, sensing the entire space enveloped by a peculiar surge of energy.

The legendary favor of the goddess?

It was somewhat like the gaze of a special being but much gentler.

Fu Qian discreetly experienced the changes in his body.

He found no adverse effects for the time being.

This goddess wasn’t given her name for nothing; her standing truly wasn’t low!

[The current task has been updated: Find the Goddess of Sin and Punishment Statue.]

At the same time, the task prompt finally reached his ears.

Finding the goddess statue? They really don’t want me to have a moment of peace!

Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

No matter how many people in this death game use various strategies, the vicinity of the Goddess Statue would never be peaceful.

Searching for this item, the troubles he’d encounter would not be few.

Bang!

Just as Fu Qian was pondering in silence, another bloody incident occurred in the hall.

A burly man with flaming red hair and a face full of manic joy just punched another man’s head into his chest cavity.

In the palms of the latter was a clump of magma that had yet to solidify, seemingly a Transcendent who manipulated fire.

As the owner died, the magma lost control and exploded instantly.

The raging flames instantly ignited the still-twitching corpse and swiftly burned it into a charred lump.

Compared with what Fu Qian had done earlier, this scene was equally shocking.

The body of the redhead was quickly shrouded in a dark blood-light, and it seemed as if invisible flames were burning him.

Was this the Sinflame?

Fu Qian watched this scene with interest.

This thing was clearly ominous, standing here alone one could feel an irritating and burning hot sensation.

Under the Sinflame’s scorch, the red-haired burly man was obviously in great pain, yet miraculously his clothes remained unharmed.

It was truly amazing; it seemed to only scorch the flesh.

Sensing Fu Qian’s gaze, the red-haired burly man looked up at him, his face glowing with an even wilder smile.

He drew a line across his neck and made a beheading gesture to Fu Qian.

The next moment, he whirled around and delivered an elbow strike into the void.

The air twisted for a moment, a vague shadow turned from faint to dense, rolling onto the ground and materializing into a human figure.

The individual was slim, clothed in black from head to toe, holding an almost transparent dagger.

From skills to equipment, one could tell that he was a professional at assassination.

Fu Qian watched, clicking his tongue in appreciation.

Certainly, this person and the one who had just fallen were supposed to act in concert, hoping to eliminate the red-haired slaughterer in a flash.

One to lure the enemy forward, the other hidden to assassinate; their coordination couldn’t have been more astute.

Unfortunately, they still underestimated their target’s strength.

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The one who tried to lure the enemy was killed instantly, and the elbow strike from the rampaging figure was sharp as a knife and heavy as an axe.

At this moment, the person who fell to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood and no longer had the thought to advance, instead rolling away with the momentum, preparing to beat a hasty retreat.

However, the rampaging brother had no intention of letting him escape.

He stepped on the ground, chasing after him like a shadow, and with his left hand, he threw a chain.

At the tip of the chain was a cold, gleaming Barbed Hook.

The assassin brother, who had just gotten up, couldn’t dodge in time, and his thigh was pierced through.

Uh!

Amidst a groan filled with agony, the assassin swung his dagger forcefully downward, trying to cut the chain off his leg.

However, before he could make the cut, a tremendous force suddenly pulled, causing him to lose his balance and rush forward, crashing right into the rampaging embrace of his attacker like a bull in a charge.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed sharply, and the assassin’s body almost instantly deformed.

All struggles ceasing, he was solidly plastered against the hall’s stone wall.

In an instant, the duo was wiped out.

Retracting the hook from the opponent’s body, the red-haired rampaging figure took a deep breath, his expression growing even more frenzied.

Meanwhile, the Sinflame on his body grew hotter.

How savage! No wonder those two immediately chose him as their target.

Fu Qian silently nodded to himself.

This rampaging brother’s strength obviously stood out from the others, and considering that there could only be one winner in the end, he was undoubtedly like a seeded player.

Knocking out the most capable competitor first, to prevent him from becoming increasingly ferocious, was a perfectly normal strategy.

Unfortunately, the strategy was let down by their insufficient strength.

Fu Qian didn’t harbor much sympathy for the two who had perished, reasoning that anyone who ended up in this place was probably far from innocent and that all actions were taken solely in a bid to survive until the end.

Moreover, looking at those two’s strategy, if it hadn’t been for the rampaging brother drawing attention, they might have targeted him based on his own earlier performance.

At this moment, the red-haired rampager, having just scored a double kill, was not without injury.

A deep cut was sliced across his left cheek, exposing half of his teeth.

The assassin brother did manage to inflict damage, but unfortunately, it wasn’t fatal.

The wound on his face extended like the corner of his mouth, making his smile even more gruesome as the rampaging brother scanned his surroundings with such an expression. By now, there weren’t many people left in the hall.

The most conspicuous group was the eight or nine prisoners standing closely together.

Just like the duo before, they had clearly formed some sort of temporary alliance, gathering together and all watching the rampaging brother intently, ready to fight.

Apart from them, there was also a young girl in a snow-white gown who looked dignified and graceful.

Right beside her was a young man with an indifferent expression who didn’t leave her side for a moment.

Although she wasn’t as calm as Fu Qian, the girl in the white dress was undoubtedly the most leisurely person there besides him.

Faced with the bloody scene in the hall, she not only showed no shock or fear, but her eyes shone brightly as she surveyed her surroundings.

After scanning the faces of these people, the rampaging brother ultimately refrained from attacking again and turned to leave.

He’s not a real madman after all!

Fu Qian wasn’t particularly surprised.

The strength exhibited by this rampaging brother was undoubtedly pretty good.

But even so, every remaining target in the hall presented him with some difficulty.

For instance, the Saintess Knight duo was far stronger than the mage-assassin duo from before.

And the makeshift alliance had a certain strength when they swarmed together, despite their individual weaknesses.

As for himself?

Hopefully, the rampaging brother would stay grounded and farm sensibly, without entertaining such unrealistic fantasies.