Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

012’s face twitched violently with pain as he gritted his teeth and lifted the giant axe, swinging it painfully towards Huo Wen’an behind him. Unexpectedly, Huo Wen’an caught the Stone Giant Axe with his bare hands again.

The Stone Giant Axe itself weighed about ten pounds, and the force with which the man swung it with all his might was easily over eight hundred pounds.

Though Huo Wen’an appeared slender, with his right arm concealed under his coat, only five cold, white, and proportionally long fingers were exposed. Such a delicate and attractive hand could unexpectedly catch 012’s full-force blow, leaving everyone astonished.

Huo Wen’an pushed 012’s arm with his left hand, and the bone in 012’s forearm made a cracking sound.

His radius was instantly fractured.

After his radius fractured, 012’s fingers involuntarily released their grip. The giant axe had not yet hit the ground before Huo Wen’an kicked it away, embedding it into the trunk of an ancient tree nearby.

Simultaneously, Huo Wen’an’s left hand swiftly extended, accurately gripping 012’s throat. With a forceful squeeze, 012’s windpipe tightened as if strangled by a rapidly constricting rope, leaving him no chance to retaliate and utterly suffocating him to death.

Before dying, his eyes widened in disbelief, gazing at Huo Wen’an with hatred and shock.

He probably couldn’t understand why, ranked 12th, he was easily killed by the 99th ranked Combat Doll.

Huo Wen’an released 012’s neck, and 012’s body fell helplessly to the ground. Huo Wen’an removed the score sheet from his opponent’s hand to check it.

The opponent had accumulated 50 points in just one night.

He had already killed five people.

Huo Wen’an transferred both 012’s points and the 50 points he acquired into his own score sheet.

After eyeing the wooden splinter still stuck in 012’s backside, Huo Wen’an ultimately pulled out the Stone Giant Axe lodged in the tree trunk and turned to leave.

From 012’s jump down from the tree to his being counter-killed by Huo Wen’an, the entire process took only one minute and twenty seconds.

Witnessing the entire process of Huo Wen’an killing 012, the players who had bet on him couldn’t help but double down. Even the previously hesitant ones started betting on him.

The total amount bet on him was about to surpass the number 001 Combat Doll.

The closer he got to the lake, the more Combat Dolls Huo Wen’an encountered. At this moment, the competitive survival battle royal had been ongoing for seven hours, with only three hours left before it ended.

Most of the rookies had already been eliminated by the top players, and Huo Wen’an mostly encountered high-ranking players, who were generally in the top 30. Among them, the one with the least points had 3 points, while the highest had 60 points.

Leaning against a dead tree, Huo Wen’an checked his points on the score sheet and found he had accumulated 420 points.

Still 80 points short.

He just needed to find one or two more weaklings to almost complete the task.

Huo Wen’an walked forward a bit further and encountered a woman with a close-cropped haircut, resting against a tree with her coat open. She was thin, and her face appeared aged due to wind and sun exposure. She was injured, sitting by the tree, binding the wound on her right arm with a filthy T-shirt.

Hearing footsteps, the woman raised her head warily.

Upon recognizing Huo Wen’an, the woman hesitated, seemingly recognizing him, but she had no intention of starting a conversation with him.

Beside her was a wooden sword, stained dark red from too much blood.

The woman’s eyes were clearly dangerous, yet devoid of greed, fear, or a desire to kill.

This was quite rare among Combat Dolls.

Huo Wen’an glanced at the code on the woman’s coat—

015.

She was once a 001.

Huo Wen’an only glanced at her before walking past her.

watched him pass without stopping him, treating him as if he was merely passing by.

Huo Wen’an walked about ten meters before turning back.

watched him warily, not speaking.

Huo Wen’an placed the Stone Giant Axe behind him, holding no weapon in his hands, and approached 015, squatting before her.

watched him for a moment, like a cat encountering a predator, her back arching before she relaxed slightly. She leaned against the tree trunk, silently watching Huo Wen’an.

Huo Wen’an uncovered the loosely tied, tattered T-shirt on 015’s left arm, revealing flesh forcibly torn away and almost falling off her arm.

The flesh was barely adhered to her arm; with the T-shirt removed, it hung down, exposing her stark white bone beneath the clotted blood.

Huo Wen’an said, ”Your arm will get infected.”