My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: The Death of a First-stage Martial Artist!

"Fool."

Jin Hyuk sighed and slowly walked toward him.

The undead blocking the way had their heads instantly decapitated the moment they came within five meters of him,

like an invisible scythe that beheaded every single undead in his area.

It was a terrifying sight to see.

No matter how overwhelming their numbers were, they were swiftly decapitated and crushed to meat paste.

And there was no sign of Jin Hyuk even slowing down for a moment. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Gang Ryeong was cold, not a single emotion in his mind.

The hunched old man was trying his best to command the undead, even using Third‑Stage undead to slow his movement for a bit.

Barely ten breaths had passed when Jin Hyuk was already standing in front of Gang Ryeong, his cold, merciless gaze bearing down on him.

"Brat, do I have to force it out of your mouth, or will you speak on your own?"

Gang Ryeong didn’t answer; he lunged at the man in silence.

"Hmph. Even if I can’t touch you, my will is my scythe and the scythe is my body," Jin Hyuk said.

Shhh!

Though invisible to the eye, Gang Ryeong suddenly felt his life flash before him.

At the last moment, he instinctively gathered all his death energy at his neck.

Just then, the hunched old man appeared in front of him to offset the force.

The invisible strike was simply too powerful, it cleanly severed the hunched old man’s head, which hit the ground with a sickening thud.

The attack didn’t stop there. It kept going, slowly slicing through Gang Ryeong’s neck; his death energy could offer only minimal resistance, in fact, no resistance at all.

"Oh?" Jin Hyuk ceased exerting his Will, his brows knitting:

"You can’t die so easily after talking so much, brat."

Gang Ryeong’s neck was already half‑slit, blood gushing from the wound.

"Brat." Jin Hyuk hurried forward to catch him.

He was nervous; if Gang Ryeong truly died, he might never uncover the real secret to making Jiangshi immortal.

If he could uncover his secrets, then there might very well be a chance for their force to become the strongest, even if the prophecy from the sheer will doesn’t happen.

So, in Jin Hyuk’s mind, Gang Ryeong was a valuable asset that he wouldn’t let go no matter what.

This hesitation made him let down his guard, and when he reached point‑blank range of Gang Ryeong—

"Hehe, I got you."

Black haze swirled and formed a gun in Gang Ryeong’s hand. He pointed it directly at Jin Hyuk’s head and fired at almost point‑blank range.

The black bullet, filled with death energy, tore through the air at a terrifying speed that no ordinary eyes could follow.

Jin Hyuk sensed a terrifying danger, but even he couldn’t dodge the death bullet at almost point‑blank range.

In an instant, he was hit, the death‑energy bullet grazed his forehead but couldn’t penetrate further.

"Hehe, you’re dead," Gang Ryeong uttered with a maniacal laugh, his neck half‑slit, his head barely clinging to his body.

He truly looked like a maniacal psychopath.

"Are you sure?"

Jin Hyuk replied through gritted teeth as he backed away, his skin cracking like a broken vase.

His body was suffering the same fate that Gang Ryeong was facing:

it was actively breaking down.

"Hehe, do you know why?" The severed head of Gang Ryeong moved, his eyeballs observing the man, the corner of his mouth curved.

"You... you... What the hell are you?" Jin Hyuk uttered in disbelief.

"The man who will end everything you own. The entire shadow faction will die before me," Gang Ryeong’s severed head spoke in a firm but emotionless tone.

"No... I can’t die like this... I refuse..."

Jin Hyuk cried out.

But it took only a few moments before the death energy completely overwhelmed him, and his eyes lost the color of life.

Then he fell to the ground with a lifeless thud.

Just like that, a First‑Stage Martial Artist died a miserable death!

Gang Ryeong was expressionless as he spoke:

"Not enough."

His body moved on its own and reattached his own head.

Unfortunately, the moment he tried to make even the slightest movement, his severed head would fall right through the floor.

"Child," Jian Ruxue said, lying on the floor, her body trembling. "It’s no wonder you didn’t want to join our faction, you have dabbled in magecraft."

Gang Ryeong was silent. He turned toward her and slowly walked over, asking a question from his heart:

"Do you regret it?"

Jian Ruxue simply shook her head with a gentle smile:

"No. Why would I regret it?"

"..." Gang Ryeong was silent for a moment. "You might have allowed the birth of a terrifying monster that could plunge the entire world into chaos."

"I don’t care." She vomited a mouthful of blood. "In my eyes, I protected a child who had lost his way. Just promise me you will never hurt innocent lives."