wavenovel Chapter 335 The Second Lesson of the Death Instructor
Chapter 335 The Second Lesson of the Death Instructor
Zone Zero, deep within the giant crater.
The aftershocks of the explosion had long since dissipated, but a pungent, acrid smell of burning energy still lingered in the air.
Marcus ended his call with Li Zhenguo and looked down at the rhomboid crystal in his hand that emitted a faint blue light—the "ignition key".
This tiny crystal, however, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
It not only concerns the future of the world, but also carries the fate of hundreds of millions of Americans, as well as the last wishes of his dead brothers.
"What...what do we do now?"
Olaf looked at Marcus and asked cautiously.
This berserker from Northern Europe had his worldview completely overturned after witnessing Jian Wuchen slay a starship with a single sword strike and overhearing the conversation between Marcus and that distant Eastern leader.
He now felt like an ant that had accidentally stumbled into a divine chess game, where every move could easily crush him.
It seemed that the only person he could rely on was the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask in front of him.
"us?"
Marcus raised his head, and his cold eyes, hidden beneath the mask, fell upon Olaf.
No, it's you.
"Me?" Olaf was taken aback.
"Your second lesson begins now."
As Marcus spoke, he carefully put the "ignition key" into the tactical pocket on his chest. Then, he bent down and picked up a gleaming dagger from the corpses of the twelve "Ghost" squad mercenaries on the ground.
It was a high-frequency particle dagger, standard equipment of the Sky Dome Martial Alliance, and incredibly sharp.
"Take it."
Marcus threw the dagger to Olaf.
Olaf instinctively caught it, and the icy touch made him shiver.
"What...what do you want me to do?"
"Live on."
Marcus's voice was devoid of any emotion.
"From now until the beacon is lit, I will relentlessly hunt you down for the next 168 hours."
"I will do everything in my power to kill you."
"And all you need to do is use all your wisdom and strength to survive."
"You can run away, you can fight back, you can set traps, you can use any method you can think of."
"If you survive to the end, then you will be my first 'student'."
"If you die..."
Marcus paused, his tone as cold as a block of ancient ice.
"That only proves that you are just a piece of trash, not worth investing in."
Olaf was completely dumbfounded.
He stared at Marcus, mouth agape, thinking he'd misheard.
"Chase...chase me? Are you kidding me! You're...you're an S-rank! I'm not even a B-rank! This isn't training! This is murder!"
"I taught you the first lesson," Marcus said slowly as he approached him. "On the battlefield, never complain that your enemy is stronger than you. That will only hasten your death."
"The only thing you can do is try every possible way to find his weakness, and then deliver a fatal blow!"
Marcus's figure magnified in Olaf's pupils.
That murderous aura, refined to its extreme and emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, pressed down on Olaf like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"You learned your first lesson well. You've learned to use your heart to sense murderous intent."
"Now, the second lesson is to teach you how to hide your killing intent when you are at a complete disadvantage. How to think and plan like a true hunter."
"Instead of being like a wild boar that only knows how to rampage."
"roar!"
Olaf was pushed to his limit by the terrifying pressure from Marcus. His berserker bloodline was activated again. He roared and unleashed all the power that had just been restored in his body. He gripped the dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely towards Marcus's heart!
He's going to rebel!
He's a descendant of Vikings! He'll never sit idly by and wait to die!
However, his dagger could not go any further when it was still half a meter away from Marcus's chest.
A hand, a hand wearing a black tactical glove, gripped his wrist tightly like an iron clamp.
"Too slow."
Marcus's voice rang in his ears.
Your anger remains meaningless.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound!
Olaf felt a piercing pain in his wrist; Marcus had actually crushed his entire right wrist!
"ah!!!"
Olaf let out a scream as the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Marcus caught the dagger and slashed it with his backhand!
"Pfft!"
A flash of blood appeared.
Olaf's left shoulder was instantly slashed open with a deep wound that exposed the bone!
"This is the first cut."
Marcus took a step back, coldly watching Olaf kneeling on the ground, clutching his shoulders and wrists, groaning in pain.
"Now, the game begins."
"I'll give you ten minutes to escape."
"I will come in ten minutes to take your life."
After saying that, Marcus turned around and walked to the monstrous corpse of Aug, who had been killed by Jian Wuchen with a single finger strike.
With a dagger, he skillfully slit open Aug's chest and pulled out an irregularly shaped crystal, about the size of a fist, shimmering with a blood-red light.
That is the "Berserk Core," the culmination of Atlantis's bio-modification technology, containing incredibly violent energy.
Marcus looked at the crystal, remained silent for a moment, and then put it into his tactical pocket.
He didn't look at Olaf again, as if Olaf were already a dead man.
Olaf knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
The excruciating pain in his wrists and shoulders almost made him faint.
But what he felt even more deeply was fear and humiliation that ran to his very bones.
He looked at Marcus's cold back, then at his own blood-stained wound, and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.
escape?
Where can we escape to?
In this huge, enclosed pit, facing an S-class killing god whose strength far surpasses his own and who knows him inside and out, where can he escape to?
This is fundamentally a game where death is inevitable.
Give up?
So, like a piece of trash, just sit here and wait to die?
Do not!
In Olaf's mind, the image of Jian Wuchen flashed through his mind—that earth-shattering sword strike.
Marcus dodged it. That was the terrifying skill with which he swiftly and decisively killed twelve A-level assassins.
An intense, burning desire for power erupted from the depths of his heart, like a volcano!
He wants to become stronger!
He dreams of becoming as strong as them!
And this man in front of him, this "Death Instructor," is his only chance!
Although, this opportunity may very well require him to give his life.
"Oh shit!"
Olaf cursed angrily. With his intact left hand, he picked up his own massive battle axe, which was already chipped and dulled, from the ground. Then, he tore a first-aid kit from the corpse of a mercenary from the "Butcher" squad and haphazardly bandaged his wounds.
His eyes changed.
No longer fear and despair.
Rather, it is a kind of madness and ruthlessness that comes from being driven to the brink of desperation and burning one's boats!
"You want to kill me? Not so easy!"
"I'm Olaf!"
He spotted a place filled with twisted flesh and blood vessels and dark corners, and limped into it.
He must live!
He has to pass this damn exam!
Marcus glanced at Olaf out of the corner of his eye as he disappeared into the darkness, and a faint, unnoticed smile curved the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.
"The seed has been planted."
Whether it sprouts or not depends on your own fate.
He glanced at the timer on the tactical computer.
Then, he began, unhurriedly, to inspect his own weapons and equipment.
Like a patient hunter who is about to go out and hunt.