We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 39 Teasing the Red Wolf

Buck gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch up, but the distance between them grew further and further apart.

Does this kid have inexhaustible stamina?

The thought swirled wildly in Buck's mind, and for the first time, a sense of panic rose in his heart. He had never been toyed with like this before, and he had never been worn down to this extent by a seemingly weak kid.

Lynch ignored his roar and continued running frantically, but his eyes kept glancing behind him, keeping an eye on Buck's condition.

The purple mist at the bottom of the valley visibly thinned out, and he absorbed it all into his body.

With an agility of 99, the system indicated that this was the current limit, and the feeling of controlling speed was clearer than ever before.

Lynch has started to increase his stamina.

Physical strength +1+1+1.

The time is almost right.

Lin Qi paused slightly, but instead of stopping, he used the momentum to suddenly turn his head to the side.

With a flick of his finger, the short blade silently emerged from its sheath, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and was lightly thrust towards Buck, who was chasing after him.

It was just a test.

They didn't go all out, nor did they aim for the vital points. They simply used their speed advantage to probe Buck's strength, to see if he was truly exhausted and if he still had a backup plan.

A glint of light suddenly flashed in Buck's eyes.

He was indeed hiding his true abilities.

He appeared exhausted and unsteady on his feet, but in reality, he had already secretly gathered his last bit of fighting spirit, waiting for Lin Qi to turn around and launch a counterattack to deliver a fatal blow. His previous helplessness and panic were merely a facade, a trap to lull Lin Qi into a false sense of security.

"court death!"

Buck let out a low shout, his trembling hand suddenly steadied, and he swung his longsword fiercely, using the last bit of his fighting spirit to parry Lin Qi's thrusting short blade. The force was far greater than before, clearly a killing move he had been holding back for a long time.

He had calculated that Lin Qi's counterattack would inevitably reveal a weakness.

He had calculated that his attack would be enough to severely injure his opponent.

But he forgot that Lynch's agility had long surpassed his own.

The moment the short blade touched the longsword, Lynch keenly sensed something was wrong—the force was not something someone exhausted could generate. Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, retracting the short blade, and suddenly retreated with astonishing speed, barely avoiding Buck's counterattack.

The longsword cleaved through the air, crashing to the ground with a dull thud. Buck, reeling from the force, staggered back two steps, his chest heaving violently, his face growing increasingly pale. His last ounce of fighting spirit was completely exhausted by this single blow.

His pretense was completely exposed, and the glint in his eyes was instantly replaced by despair.

Lin Qi did not seize the opportunity to attack. Instead, after retreating, he swayed, turned around again, and continued running deeper into the valley. His speed remained incredibly fast, even faster than before, as if the previous probing and dodging had not depleted his stamina in the slightest.

"you!"

Buck was trembling with rage, but he no longer had the strength to chase after him. He could only lean on his longsword, panting heavily, and watch helplessly as Lin Qi's figure grew farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the thin mist at the bottom of the valley.

A feeling of exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.

His fighting spirit was exhausted, his physical strength was depleted, and he could barely stand. He knew that if he continued to chase after Lin Qi, he would not only fail to catch him, but might also die in this valley.

Resentment, anger, disbelief—all sorts of emotions swirled in my heart, but in the end, they all turned into a powerless sigh.

Buck slowly straightened up, glanced in the direction where Lynch had disappeared, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth, turned around, and slowly moved towards the exit of the valley.

Forget it.

As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. We'll avenge today's humiliation another day. Right now, we need to leave this hellish place, recover our strength, and then make further plans.

But he had only taken two steps when he suddenly heard a soft sound of footsteps behind him.

It's very light, yet very clear.

Buck froze and turned around abruptly.

Lin Qi had appeared behind him sometime earlier, no more than a few feet away. His expression was calm, his breathing steady, and he was still disheveled, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He didn't run far; he just watched from the shadows as Buck turned and left.

The takeover is just beginning.

Buck's face turned deathly pale. "You...you didn't run away?"

Lin Qi did not answer, but his figure blurred and he rushed in front of him in an instant. With a light slash of his short blade, he grazed his arm and left a shallow bloodstain.

The speed was so fast that Buck, who was already exhausted, had no time to react. He could only instinctively step back, but his legs gave way and he almost fell.

Lin Qi did not press his advantage. Instead, he flashed away and retreated several feet away, standing in place and quietly watching him. The mockery in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You dare to play me!"

Buck roared, wanting to swing his longsword in retaliation, but his arm ached and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

Lynch remained silent, but charged forward again. His short blade moved with lightning speed, each stroke grazing Buck's body and leaving a shallow wound, but never fatal.

He is harassing you.

Endless harassment.

Taking advantage of his agility, he was like an elusive shadow.

Lin Qi secretly called it the evil god's counterattack!

Buck wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't catch Lynch at all; he wanted to run away, but Lynch was much faster than him. No matter which direction he ran, Lynch would immediately catch up and deliver a slight but dazzling attack.

More and more wounds appeared on his arms, and blood slid down his arms, dripping onto the ground and staining the gravel red. Pain and exhaustion intertwined, gradually blurring Buck's consciousness.

He never imagined that one day he would be toyed with and tortured like this by a mere kid.

Lynch's movements remained light and his breathing steady.

His physical strength remained at full capacity, and the purple mist continued to slowly nourish his body. He was like a tireless hunter, toying with his prey, watching Buck gradually transform from anger and resentment to despair and collapse.

...

Buck's steps became increasingly unsteady, and even standing became difficult. He could only lean against the rock wall, panting heavily. The fierceness in his eyes had long been replaced by exhaustion.

He knew that even if he didn't die today, he would be severely injured.

Lin Qi stopped and stood a few feet away from him, looking at his disheveled appearance, his fingertips gently stroking the blade of the short sword.

This guy still has the energy to walk, so I'll keep harassing him.

Until the very end.

"What kind of monster are you...?"

Buck roared weakly.

Lin Qi didn't speak, but stared intently at the other man, pressing the dagger against his throat again. The sharp blade had already cut through the skin, drawing out a trickle of blood.

The mighty red wolf now had utter despair in its eyes.

Is it all for naught, like trying to draw water with a bamboo basket?

A deep sense of resentment welled up inside him!

Sudden.

The canyon suddenly trembled violently, more intensely than ever before.

Gravel rubble rolled down the ground, and vines on the cliff broke off and fell to the ground.

The purple mist churned wildly, converging towards the direction from which the tremor originated. Its color deepened, changing from light purple to dark purple, even tinged with black, emanating a dense, chaotic aura that made one's body stiff.

A violent aura emanated from the depths of the canyon, growing stronger and stronger, carrying a heart-palpitating pressure far more powerful than Buck's, as if the entire canyon was about to collapse.

Hey!

A deep, guttural roar echoed from the depths of the canyon. Though not loud, it carried an undeniable fury that reverberated throughout the canyon.

The low growl carried a chilling power, making one's heart race and body stiffen.

Yata, hidden in the purple mist, turned pale instantly.

"The true form of the deity has appeared..."