Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 381: Qin Ming’s Killing Intent

Qin Ming didn't know who these guys were, nor had he ever heard of any so-called "Slaughter God Squad."

Honestly, just hearing that name, he figured their captain couldn't be very old.

Probably in the same league as something like Ultimate TyrannoGod or Heaven-Defying Tiger Emperor.

As for whose subordinates this bunch were, or what grade they were in—Qin Ming didn't care, and couldn't be bothered to find out.

He came here with one clear goal: to snag some benefits.

As the saying goes in the jianghu: When you meet, you split the loot in half, right? Since he was already here, how could he possibly leave empty-handed? That would be way too embarrassing.

What? There are seven of them and only one of him, so he can't get half?

Don't be ridiculous! You're only counting heads—why not count weight too? He alone could probably match four of them!

Looking at the heavily injured Chin Gentsai, and at Sie Kensou—who'd just flown out of the gourd and was now barely breathing—Qin Ming's gaze flickered. Then he pointed at Kensou and spoke up.

"I'm not greedy. Just give him to me."

He wasn't lying. He truly wasn't greedy—because greed implies you're on the same side to begin with.

What he was doing didn't count as greed. This was robbery. Open, honest, daylight robbery.

No sooner had he spoken than the faces of the adventurers opposite him darkened.

They'd seen arrogant types before, sure—but never anything to this level of arrogance.

Sure, the guy could fight, no doubt. But there were seven of them! Didn't he know how to do basic math?

Footsteps sounded. The man with the treasure gourd on his belt stepped forward, now standing at the front of their formation. He fixed a sharp gaze on Qin Ming and spoke in a cold voice.

"Do you take us for soft persimmons? Think we're made of mud? Just show up and try to take half the loot?"

Qin Ming glanced at the gourd hanging on the man's belt, eyes narrowing slightly with caution.

"I'm only asking for half—that's me showing face to your so-called Slaughter God Squad. You'd better be smart about this, or I won't just be taking half."

"So it's come to this, huh?"

"If you give me one of them, I might even consider making friends with you."

"In that case—let our hands do the talking! Watch the power of this artifact!"

With a loud shout, the man yanked the gourd from his waist and aimed it at Qin Ming.

"Kid! I call you Grandpa! You dare to answer me!?"

"...Huh? Wait, what did you just say?"

Qin Ming, who'd been standing alert with a poker face and ready for the gourd's trickery, still fell for it.

Because the guy really wasn't playing by the usual rules. It was the first time Qin Ming had seen someone start a fight by giving the enemy an honorary promotion in the family hierarchy.

Stunned, Qin Ming instinctively asked what the guy had just said—and that instant of confusion was all the gourd needed.

In a flash of light, Qin Ming was sucked into the gourd. The man holding it shook it with smug satisfaction, grinning with pride.

The rest of his teammates looked at him with admiration.

"Boss Appraiser! That was genius! Works every time! No one ever doesn't respond!"

The adventurer known as Appraiser grinned wide.

"Of course. Even if you've heard it before, even if you're expecting it—most people can't help but answer when I say that line. Enough chatter. Let's kill those two already!"

At his command, the others once again rushed at Chin Gentsai and Sie Kensou.

Meanwhile, inside the gourd, Qin Ming—who'd just been forcefully dragged in—stood expressionless in what felt like a steam room.

That's right. A steam room.

The 50 damage-per-second corrosion might be terrifying for most people, but for Qin Ming, it was just meh.

Enough to bother him a little, sure—but to dissolve him? Not a chance.

Standing in the rising mist, Qin Ming's eyes slowly narrowed as he realized he'd been tricked.

Good grief. These guys really had the nerve to pull this kind of cheap, low-tier trick... Exploiting a man's pride in seniority to mess with him!

What a shameless toad pretending to be a frog! Ugly as sin but playing dirty as hell!

He looked around at the enclosed space, at the swirling corrosive mist drifting from the gourd walls, and cautiously reached out to touch a bit of it.

After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he stuck his finger in his mouth.....

Tss—ugh, kinda numbs the tongue. Worse than that time Kasamoto Eri passed out on me with vodka and gunpowder breath...

Sixteen seconds later, with a flash of light, Qin Ming was finally released from the gourd.

The moment he reappeared, he looked up and found himself surrounded.

Five adventurers were already closing in, eyes full of murderous intent.

The other two were focusing all their efforts on finishing off the now utterly spent Chin Gentsai.

As for Sie Kensou? He's sleeping peacefully now... and probably won't be waking up again in this lifetime.

Qin Ming stood there, stunned by the suddenly shifting surroundings, looking dazed and confused.

Meanwhile, the five members of the so-called Kill God Squad, who had already surrounded the area and were prepared to gang up on Qin Ming, were now all staring wide-eyed—at Qin Ming, who was casually scratching his belly with one hand and sucking on his other finger coated in some unknown liquid, clearly bored out of his mind.

The two sides stared at each other in awkward silence for a solid three seconds.

Ultimately, it was Qin Ming who reacted first.

He slowly lowered the hand that had been frozen halfway into his shirt, and pulled the other hand—finger still in his mouth—out as well.

With a completely deadpan expression, Qin Ming said coldly:

"You guys... are so dead."

The moment the words fell, Flesh Drain activated! Dino Form activated! Heavenly Glide released!

Qin Ming! His killing intent erupted—like never before!

Watching Qin Ming suddenly explode with power, charging straight at them while growing larger with every step, the adventurers finally snapped out of their stupor.

Lights flared up as they all launched their skills at once to counter him.

The one carrying the magical gourd—the appraiser—shouted as he attacked:

"You're a grown-ass man! And you're still sucking your fingers!"

BOOM—!

Four minutes later, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed through the street.

Amidst a roaring gust of wind, a figure came tumbling out from around a corner—rolling, scrambling, crawling on all fours as he sprinted into an alley.

Just as he finished turning the corner, a blood-curdling scream rang out behind him. Another teammate came flying around the bend—launched midair.

But before he could even land, another figure rammed into him full force, shoulder-slamming him straight into a wall.

With a crash, the wall cracked like shattered glass from the impact. The poor guy who got hit had half his body embedded into the wall.

Before he could even struggle to get free, the burly man who rammed him—his face grim—grabbed his head and started sprinting full speed along the wall, dragging him along with it.

The sound of brutal scraping echoed as the unlucky guy's skull carved a deep trench into the wall, spewing chunks of rubble everywhere for over 30 meters.

When the big guy finally let go, the guy's head had been ground down so thoroughly that his face was just gone—he was dead beyond dead.

Tossing the corpse aside, Qin Ming—his eyes glowing red, body now swollen to over three meters tall—was panting heavily through flared nostrils, charging forward like a humanoid tank, chasing after the appraiser at full speed.

The fight hadn't lasted long. Against an enraged, full-power Qin Ming, the five adventurers who had tried to gang up on him—

Two were ripped apart by hand, one was hammered to death, and the remaining two... were folded like clamshell phones.

Qin Ming, whose strength was already on par with elite fighters, had entered a rampage mode. With all his skills activated, he could overpower most first-class martial artists in short bursts.

And most importantly, he walked a defense + regeneration path, making him a purebred noob-killer!

If you could hurt him? Sure, he'd go down.

If you couldn't hurt him? Then you go down.

Against enemies, Qin Ming existed at two extremes. He feared gang fights the least.

That's exactly why he dared to show up demanding a cut of the loot. If this so-called hunting squad had been only one or two people, he definitely wouldn't have made a move—because that would've meant they were true top-tier experts.

But this squad? Relied on numbers to win!

And he wasn't scared of numbers—he thrived on them!

Straight up brawl—he tanked their hits and tore two apart right off the bat!

Then he turned around and punched one guy's head straight into his own chest cavity!

At that moment, Qin Ming's attacks were more savage than ever—he was fighting to kill.

Now, seeing the last two trying to flee, he didn't even care about the near-death Chin Gentsai—his hard-won prize. He chased after them without hesitation.

After slamming one of them to death, Qin Ming had already taken out every single member of this squad.

Now he was sprinting after the final survivor—the appraiser.

Qin Ming chased. The appraiser ran. freёwebnoѵel.com

His face had gone white as paper as he screamed:

"I didn't see anything! I didn't see a damn thing!!!"

Qin Ming blinked for a second—then ran even faster!

With a thunderous boom, he crashed right into the appraiser, slamming him into the wall.

Before the guy could slide out, Qin Ming's massive fist—bigger than a sandbag—smashed right into his face.

Pinned against the wall, the appraiser was subjected to a merciless flurry of punches.

After more than a dozen blows, Qin Ming grabbed the guy's head and smashed it against the wall over and over, until the entire wall collapsed from the force.

Only then did he finally stop.

Grabbing the appraiser by the legs and chest, Qin Ming hoisted him high into the air—

And in the next moment, slammed him down on his knee with all his strength, just like snapping a sugarcane.

One smash.

Seeing that the appraiser wasn't dead yet, he picked him up and slammed him two more times.

With a sharp crack, the third folding phone was born.

Looking at the appraiser now bent from an "I" into an upside-down "V," and confirming that he'd finally stopped breathing, Qin Ming nodded in satisfaction and tossed the corpse aside.

Then he suddenly turned around, red glow still flashing in his eyes—

Wait a sec... I almost forgot... there's still someone watching the show!

(End of Chapter)