My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 140: The Boss’s Slaughter

The sudden fog left everyone stunned, so most people chose to quickly hide in the small gaps, rooms, or even cellars of the ruined city.

However, by this time, the sun had completely set, and the second phase officially began. Some undead draped in black robes began wandering among the ruins—these were monsters generated by the Secret Realm’s mechanism.

Their movements were slow, but they could always precisely locate the hidden humans, forcing them out, or making noise to draw them out.

But afterwards, a pair of red eyes would come at the sound.

Bai Yang did not become fearful due to the presence of the fog; he had already realized that this was the doing of a Rain Summoner.

As a Martial Artist skilled in close combat, he didn’t need to worry; whoever dared to ambush him in the fog, he was confident he could counter-kill.

Hoo....

A chill suddenly appeared. In an instant, Bai Yang raised his fist. The Epic Level gloves wore Epic Level Finger Tigers, and with a flash of cold light, there was a bang as the raggedly clothed undead was torn to pieces.

This level of monster was too easy for him, easier to handle than the terrified prey in the arena.

But just as he retracted his fist, ready to move on, he suddenly felt a sense of danger. Then, a pair of red eyes appeared behind him, launching a powerful physical attack.

Bai Yang, a new enforcer of the Bamboo Gang, was very experienced. Just at the first meeting, he determined the newcomer was hostile and, while turning around, activated a state skill, a trick from martial artist experience.

This was a skill he acquired by repeatedly challenging three martial halls in a seven-star Secret Realm.

Once activated, it granted unparalleled intuition during battle, often resulting in his body reacting even before he consciously decided how to act. Coupled with his exceptional speed and power, he could recklessly engage in combat with enemies and win.

After activating the state skill, he powered up with both fists, launching another rare skill: the Unmatched Cannon Hammer.

The professions in the Secret Realm World had a lot of freedom, and different paths could develop even within the same profession.

Bai Yang, as a Martial Artist, also possessed a keen combat instinct. However, unlike the conventional approach that balanced speed and power, taking a steady path, he favored overwhelmingly powerful strikes.

The regular cross-fighting used in cannon hammers emphasized the hammer, but his move actually focused on the cannon.

He became like a released artillery shell, instantly closing the distance of several meters to confront the attacker. Innumerable forces surged through his veins, and his crossed hands crackled even before clashing with the enemy.

He was determined to land this strike!

Boom!!!

In less than a second, the determined Bai Yang was sent flying, crashing into the wall behind.

His heart was filled with extreme shock.

In the Land of Chaos, he had encountered people stronger than himself, but that was because there were no level restrictions in reality, and facing higher-level opponents, he would naturally be at a disadvantage.

However, in the Secret Realm, there were level restrictions. He was now at level 25, meaning the opponent couldn’t be of a higher level.

Who was that red-eyed person?

Why did he appear here?

Was he a monster created by the Secret Realm?

What was that dark, thick, and long weapon?

During the flight, he thought a lot, but couldn’t make sense of it, so he decided not to think anymore. After crashing through a solid brick wall, he got up and prepared to flee.

In the Land of Chaos, the survival rule was to run if you couldn’t fight. Don’t hesitate; staying alive offers a chance to review later.

He rolled on the ground, pushed off with his feet, aiming to leave the scene immediately and find a Spirit Ball to restore his physical state.

However, before he could move his feet, he realized something was wrong, as that pair of red eyes had already blocked his escape route.

It was only at this moment that Bai Yang’s heart began to be filled with fear.

It wasn’t just the strength; even the speed was overwhelming.

Poof.

The Vajra Umbrella was swung across his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

A flash of golden light, and the red-eyed demon appeared behind the unbalanced Bai Yang.

Boom!!

The battle was over.

The red-eyed one did not linger for a second and disappeared into the vast fog.

...

Similar situations played out repeatedly in the fog. Some were being chased by evil spirits from the Secret Realm, only to faint suddenly without cause. Some stumbled into explosive traps left by someone unknown. Others, upon seeing a shadow flash by on the left, prepared to chase, only to be ambushed from the right.

Amid the chaos, few noticed that the score previously ranked fifth was increasing at an alarming speed, quickly surpassing fourth, third, and second, ultimately reaching first place.

Kawina was one of the few who noticed but couldn’t figure out what was going on.

"Could it be that Zago scum got his hands on some new skill again?"

Her loathing for the Demon Witch was no less than anyone else’s. Most people detested that guy, not just because of the perpetual stench circling around him but also due to his cruel methods and long-ruined reputation.

Kawina’s scimitar constantly gleamed with a cold light, indicating that the active skill on the blade was perpetually charged and revealed her deep vigilance.

Fortunately, after cautious exploration, she finally reached the edge of the fog.

"So it’s the Rain Summoner. Strange, a Rain Summoner would be summoned to the arena."

Regardless, getting out of the fog was a relief for her. She swiftly ran outside and saw, under the moonlight, a black-haired, blue-eyed person waiting.

"Kawina, we are destined to clash."

Little Holy Blade’s cold face bore an everlasting arrogance.

"Luca, can you really defeat me?"

Kawina, hailing from the Field Clan and the beloved youngest daughter, of course, knew Little Holy Blade’s true name, which he never revealed to others.

Shing!

Luca wasn’t one to waste words. He had already transformed into a stream of light, charging at Kawina, who had just emerged from the fog.

Unlike Bai Yang, the fine sword was never meant for frontal heavy attacks, and neither was he. The sword tip drew out over a dozen sharp, straight shafts of light, encircling Kawina from 360 degrees with no gaps.

The latter didn’t retreat but advanced; her scimitar’s sweeping attack was a circular ring that deflected all sword light before turning to launch a thrust.

Luca wasn’t surprised his skill was countered. Such tactics might work easily against others in the arena but not against those on his level; being defeated in one move would indeed be odd.

He turned around, ready to pursue, but suddenly halted.

During their exchange, a mass of fog severely restricting their vision unknowingly enveloped them.

"Kawina, I have a bad feeling. Why don’t we... ceasefire for now?"

"Maybe that’s a good idea, but...."

Kawina’s voice came through the white, misty fog, but she didn’t have the chance to finish because a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the fog.