Chapter 1508 - 484: Inhuman Invitation_2

Chapter 1508: Chapter 484: Inhuman Invitation_2

But there were still too many monsters behind him, and that alone completely killed Ivan’s will to fight.

Ivan had no idea...

How seriously Albert was holding back—he thought he was being singled out, without realizing that—

At this moment, in every corner of this city, Albert’s shadow was there.

...

...

"Too weak, your body is just way too weak! Have you really been tempering yourself properly?"

"Nissen, a coward like you thinks he deserves to be called a shield?"

Nissen clenched his teeth, fear and anger coexisting inside him.

"Your strength is even lamer than your crappy rap, you piece of trash! I actually thought you could hold on longer than the others—turns out your defensive power is all in your mouth."

Nissen flew into a rage; because his body had that freakish defensive power, he was always the one charging at the front.

He was always the one eating the enemy’s attacks head‑on and forcing a trade of blows.

But in this moment, faced with the old headmaster’s fists that seemed able to punch straight through his soul, he was scared.

"Hahahahaha... hey, if you can’t stall me, I’ll go kill the others!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll tell them Nissen bravely stepped forward. He’s not chicken—he’s just hopelessly weak."

"Maybe that way, your reputation will sound a little better."

Faced with these few sentences, a struggle surfaced on Nissen’s face.

A warrior can make countless fearless charges because death is just a thought.

Like when you’re standing on a rooftop looking down—most people don’t feel scared.

But when the wind starts pouring into your throat, when the violent weightlessness sweeps over you, fear seems to explode in an instant, and in that instant, everyone is afraid.

Almost every person who dies from jumping off a building has a look of terror on their face in the moment before impact.

And what Albert was doing was forcing everyone to stay in that most terrified instant, making death no longer a swordsman’s flash of the blade in passing, but a fire that slowly burns.

Albert had once heard a story, told by Old Jin, and that story had shaken him to the core.

They said that in Longxia there had been a hero, who, when engulfed by flames, didn’t make a sound; to avoid exposing himself, to avoid putting his teammates in danger because he was exposed... he let the blaze burn him alive.

In Albert’s eyes, that was countless times greater than killing some powerful figure, greater than those life‑and‑death choices that only need to be made once and it’s over.

What that required was no longer courage, but a faith that towers above courage.

Right now, he was the flame that burned that hero, and he was going to temper everyone in the fire.

Nissen finally appeared again.

"You damn old geezer! I won’t let you hurt my partners! Come on!!"

Though his fear had reached its limit, he hadn’t forgotten his mission as a shield.

When Albert saw Nissen show himself, the corner of his mouth curled in a barely noticeable smile. Only those who endure extreme fate and make choices that surpass their limits have a chance to be chosen by the sequences.

Not bad. The kid hasn’t been scared into collapse yet.

...

On the other side.

Yue Yun, struggling to breathe, felt his whole body weak and heavy.

He had already killed plenty of monsters, and with his constant calm, he’d been the first to run when he saw the monster tide.

Not because he was scared, but because he understood clearly that everyone had to split up, or they’d just be crushed to death by the wave.

Yue Yun had been killing monsters nonstop; his courage and composure kept him from breaking down.

But in this moment, he was starting to despair too.

Scenes were even flickering across his mind like a revolving lantern. His hands hurt so badly they were starting to twitch.

"Out of strength already? Can’t even trigger your sequence anymore, right?"

"Oh right, what was your sequence again? Forget it, it doesn’t matter at all, it’s complete trash. Anyone who relies on their sequence is trash."

"I guess in your mind, if your sequence isn’t strong, there’s no way you can beat someone whose sequence is stronger, right?"

Yue Yun hadn’t given up; he was born with a powerful will.

Different from Nissen’s kind of shield—shields have to dare to stand in front of their teammates—Yue Yun was a blade.

Yue Yun listened carefully to the voice, judging the direction.

He was exhausted to the extreme, but he still had fighting intent. He was scared too, but he knew that if he could defeat Albert, maybe if he could defeat the old headmaster...

He might be able to disperse these monster hordes.

He took several deep breaths, letting his body recover a bit of strength, then, with extremely fast steps, he cut through the monsters—he was like a beam of light!

That beam of light thrust straight toward Albert’s throat!

"Too slow! Too slow! Why are you so slow? How can your control over your body be this pathetic! Have you actually trained your striking technique at all?"

"Without a powerful sequence, you can’t do anything, is that it?"

"If your sequence doesn’t help you, do you just never learn how to command your own body?"

"You’ve complained about not having a powerful sequence, but have you made yourself ready for a powerful sequence to find you?"

"Trash! Too slow! Your explosiveness is like a granny crossing the street! This level of burst power is an embarrassment to me! Can you at least show me something remotely impressive before I kill you!"

"You really can’t compare to Wen Xishu, or to Xun Hui. You’re better suited to being a minor character all your life."

Without a doubt, Yue Yun’s explosive charge was easily intercepted by Albert.

But this time, Albert only kicked Yue Yun away.

He slipped back into a corner.

Yue Yun heard it.

The body. Learn to control the body.