76: Chapter 71 Voices (Large Chapter, Extra for Alliance Hierarch Foolish Thousand Paper Cranes, Abyss_Deep Added) 76: Chapter 71 Voices (Large Chapter, Extra for Alliance Hierarch Foolish Thousand Paper Cranes, Abyss_Deep Added) The fifth floor of the teaching building was constantly filled with the sound of various objects shattering,
Desks, windows, and even walls.
A most intense and bizarre battle was unfolding on this floor,
The class president made use of her best capabilities, agility and speed, zigzagging through the various classrooms along the elongated corridors, but the [Chasing and Killing] targeted at her remained relentless and close on her heels.
No matter what attacks the class president launched, no matter how she pierced with her claws, no matter where she hid, nothing could stop or even slow down this [Chasing and Killing].
She had tried to confront it head-on multiple times,
But Luo Di was like someone who couldn’t be killed, no matter how badly his body was injured, it seemed as long as his spine was intact, he would continue to pursue her like a murderer.
After many repeated confrontations, the class president no longer dared to face him head-on.
However, the entire process was somewhat strange,
Even though Luo Di had undergone some unknown transformation, his body’s functions enhanced terribly, gaining a primal beast’s hunting instincts,
The class president still held an advantage in terms of speed.
The current environment was also the [Seam], and as one of the builders of the Seam, she also had a geographical advantage.
If she felt overpowered, she could completely use her advantage in speed to escape, quickly leave the teaching building, and hide in some corner of the school, once again vanishing by using her strongest ability to [Disguise].
The class president did not choose the option to [escape],
Either she knew the promotion within the Seam was nearing its end, and only she and Mr.
Guo remained, or even if she ran, she would be caught by the vortex in the sky, or that the entire campus was filled with Mr.
Or perhaps there was some other reason…
Wandering and turning, half an hour passed.
Back in the classroom of senior year three, class five,
The moment the class president entered the classroom, she immediately closed the front door and locked it.
But the next second, bang!
The classroom door was kicked open, the door hinges fractured, and with that, the class president was sent flying backward, her body momentarily thrown off balance.
The Zombie Blade, with its black hair, unexpectedly flew in the moment the [Iron Gate] was kicked open.
The toothy blade edge sliced directly into the class president’s abdomen,
The huge force contained in the throw slammed her body into the opposite wall.
A large mouthful of fresh blood spurted out again,
This was one of countless times the class president had vomited blood, and countless times she had been wounded in the midst of being hunted,
The class president immediately pulled out the fully embedded Zombie Blade from her body, and tore off a piece of her skin to wrap around the blade, taking the opportunity to shove this threatening weapon behind her back.
Just as she was about to stand up and continue fleeing,
Her body, which had just stood up, suddenly collapsed uncontrollably, ending up seated on the ground.
Trying to get up again, it was still the same,
And this time, she didn’t even manage to get halfway up before she sat down again.
The class president looked down at her arms, her palms, and her finger bones, which were already difficult to heal due to multiple fractures,
Although the [investigator’s] clothes and the [Corner]’s effects kept her intact, but now she had reached her limit, her whole hand trembled wildly, and even grip was extremely difficult.
An unusual feeling also came from her abdomen,
Her whole abdomen had almost been ripped open by that thrown blade, and even the investigator’s outfit was damaged, so much so that you could clearly see the various internal organs inside.
Blood also began to spread across the floor, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel[f]ire.net
“My body has really deteriorated to this extent?
It’s so strange, throughout the whole hunting process, I was somewhat bewildered, just like those humans in movies, getting stabbed without noticing.
The class president’s expression hardly changed, she just calmly watched all this unfold, and then slowly looked up.
The heat wave was already upon her,
Luo Di, also covered in wounds, with multiple cuts and penetrating injuries on his body, had already returned to the classroom,
With the spine’s support, he remained capable of coherent movement, even taking over some of the basic functions of the organs.
Seemingly sensing that his prey’s mobility had been stripped away,
Luo Di no longer dashed wildly but stepped with the same rhythm as in the films,
The sound of each step on the ground seeming to correspond with the prey’s final [Countdown].
The class president, leaning against the wall, merely watched him with her best [Disguise] of a smile, as if she had completely given up, or as though she was appreciating something.
With the final step landing in front of the class president,
Luo Di did not carry out the execution right away, for he had no weapon in his hand.
The murderer’s obsession was rooted in the brain; the final execution had to be done with a blade.
The Zombie Blade concealed by the class president was at the small of her back, visible at a glance.
Luo Di had to bend down, bury his head, and reach for the back of her waist,
The motion of drawing the blade meant that his head nearly rested on the class president’s shoulder,
Peeling off the skin wrapped around the Zombie Blade, he seized the handle,
Luo Di exhaled a deep breath filled with dry, ashy air from his mouth.
Since such a flawed “blade-drawing behavior” had not met with any resistance from the class president, it was evident that her mobility had been lost entirely, leaving only the final execution,
The spine caused the bending body to gradually rise,
As Luo Di’s face was moving away from the class president’s shoulder,
The class president’s hands, which had already suffered comminuted fractures, unexpectedly moved, and with great speed, as if they were unharmed, striking towards Luo Di’s head.