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Chapter 1307 Decapitation Failure
The leader of the Holy Light Paradise stood at the edge of the retreating ranks, his face ashen.
Her name is Viola, and she is the leader of an adventure team in the Holy Light Paradise. She originally thought that this time she would be able to easily kill a small group of Reincarnation Paradise Contractors, but she did not expect to run into a tough opponent right away.
She has been leading teams since the third tier, and has fought in more than a dozen war worlds, winning more than losing. She is considered a well-known figure in the Holy Light Paradise circle.
Her tactical style is known for its stability. She is good at using formations and teamwork to make up for the lack of individual combat power, and to achieve the greatest results with the least cost.
But today, her reputation has been ruined.
The large force of over 150 people was broken through by fewer than 20 Reincarnation Paradise Contractors.
This was not a tactical mistake, but a complete and utter crushing defeat.
The performance of those contractors from the Paradise of Reincarnation on the battlefield was completely beyond her comprehension.
Injuries won't make them back down, they'll only make them more frenzied; disadvantages won't make them fearful, they'll only make them more excited.
Viola's gaze swept quickly across the battlefield, past the Reincarnation Paradise Contractors who were chasing and reaping, and landed on a figure in the very center of the crowd.
That person didn't make a move; from the start of the fight until now, he hadn't even drawn his weapon.
He just stood there, watching his teammates rush out one after another, only to return one after another covered in injuries, only to recover completely within seconds and rush back in.
In team fights, prioritize eliminating support heroes. This is a consensus reached by all the Paradises in the war-torn world, at the cost of countless lives.
A good support player can increase a team's combat power several times over, and can even bring a team on the verge of collapse back to life.
On the battlefield, support is the heart of the team; as long as the heart keeps beating, the team will not die.
Viola took a deep breath, raised her right hand, and made a gesture.
In her team, this gesture signifies "carrying out a decapitation strike," a last resort, a means with no other options.
Once the decapitation operation is launched, the assassin will have no way out.
They had to break through the enemy's lines to kill the person heavily protected in the center.
If they succeed, the tide of battle will turn; if they fail, they will be expendable pawns.
Viola's lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words.
"Let's do it."
Four figures broke free from the retreating crowd and rushed towards the direction of the Samsara Paradise front.
They were incredibly fast; after rushing for more than ten meters, the four figures vanished into thin air simultaneously.
This is not invisibility, but rather entering the shadow dimension.
The Shadow Dimension overlaps with but is different from the real world. Moving within the Shadow Dimension allows one to bypass most obstacles and senses in the real world, making it the most common stealth method used by assassin-type contractors.
Four assassins moved swiftly through the shadow dimension.
They silently approached Lin Yi's location, each step treading in the gap between reality and shadow, suppressing their energy fluctuations to the minimum.
They maintained a uniform distance from each other, about ten meters apart, forming a loose fan shape, and simultaneously surrounded Lin Yi from four different directions.
The advantage of this formation is that no matter which direction the target dodges, one assassin will be in the best position to attack, while the other three assassins can follow up and finish them off immediately.
Unbeknownst to them, Lin Yi had sensed their presence from the moment they entered the Shadow Dimension.
Lin Yi frowned slightly, not from nervousness, but from confusion.
He didn't understand why these assassins from the Holy Light Paradise insisted on approaching him through the Shadow Dimension.
The Shadow Dimension is indeed an efficient means for assassins to stealth, but that's for ordinary people.
For Lin Yi, the Shadow Dimension was like his backyard, and he could sense every fluctuation of the shadows.
To him, the other party's movements in the shadow plane were as stealthy as walking in a large square, completely transparent.
Lin Yi turned his head and patted the shoulder of a mage standing next to him.
The mage was holding his staff, watching the retreating Holy Light Paradise team warily. He felt someone tap his shoulder, turned around, and saw Lin Yi. His expression changed from wariness to confusion.
"Stay away from me," Lin Yi said.
The monk paused for a moment, then without saying a word, picked up his staff and moved a few steps to the side.
He didn't ask why. On the battlefield, a support's words are orders, especially for a support of Lin Yi's caliber. His words don't need explanation; they just need to be executed.
Several contractors around Lin Yi also noticed his actions. Although they didn't hear what Lin Yi said, they instinctively sensed something from the mage's sudden movement.
No one spoke, but everyone's attention was focused on Lin Yi.
Lin Yi stood there, his perception firmly locked onto the four figures approaching in the shadow dimension. The distance between them was getting closer and closer: thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters.
The four figures stopped simultaneously less than five meters away from Lin Yi.
They seemed to sense something as well. The contractors around Lin Yi suddenly dispersed, leaving a large blank space between Lin Yi and them. The deliberate distancing was so obvious that even the contractor with the least sensitive perception could sense that something was wrong.
But they had no other choice.
Their mission was to kill Lin Yi, regardless of whether Lin Yi noticed them or not; they had to take action.
Once a decapitation strike is initiated, it will not stop; this is the rule of Holy Light Paradise, and also the rule of the War World.
Four beams of light cleaved out of the air around Lin Yi at the same instant.
The first blade of light slashed down from Lin Yi's front, aiming for his chest.
The second slash came from the left, targeting his neck.
The third stab came from the right side, targeting his waist and abdomen.
The fourth strike came down from above, aimed at his head.
The angles of the four sword beams were precisely calculated, blocking all possible evasion routes for Lin Yi.
No matter which direction he dodges, at least two blades will strike his body simultaneously.
This is the kind of teamwork that assassin-type contractors have honed through years of training and real combat. They don't need words; their bodies will instinctively choose the most lethal angle of attack.
The blade struck Lin Yi's body, or more precisely, the layers of shields surrounding him.
The moment the blade collided with the shield, a visible shockwave exploded in the air, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the force field shield, but it did not shatter.
The four assassins' expressions changed in that instant.
They knew they were finished.
If the first strike fails, flee a thousand miles away; this is the assassin's creed.
They had already revealed their position, and since their first attack hadn't killed their target, continuing the fight would only put them at a disadvantage.
Therefore, they made the same decision at the same time: to retreat.
They began to shimmer, and the energy condensed into a thin film of light on their bodies, attempting to drag them back into the shadow plane.
Once they return to the Shadow Dimension, they will have the opportunity to hide again and look for the next chance to strike.
But Lin Yi didn't give them that chance. He lightly stomped his foot on the ground, and the power of the abyss began to spread outwards, blurring the originally clear coordinates of the shadow plane.
The light membranes surrounding the four assassins shattered the moment they touched the chaotic coordinates, and their bodies fell from mid-air, re-exposing them to the real world.
The next second, a dark shadow swept past Lin Yi.
It was the middle-aged man who had spoken to Lin Yi earlier. His speed was astonishing, leaving a black afterimage in the air before stopping in front of an assassin.
He reached out, spread his fingers, and grabbed the assassin's head.
The hand was huge, gripping the assassin's skull like an iron clamp.
The assassin's eyes widened in that instant, her pupils filled with terror. Her mouth opened, as if to scream, but the sound was cut off before it could escape her throat.
Countless black tentacles burst forth from the shadows beneath the assassin's feet.
The tentacles were not the slender, shadowy tentacles of before, but thicker and more ferocious tentacles, their surfaces covered with fine barbs, twisting and coiling in the air.
They climbed up the assassin's ankles, wrapped around her calves and waist, and enveloped her body layer by layer.
The assassin's body trembled violently as the tentacles entwined her, and dense black lines appeared on her skin, spreading from her captured head to her entire body like a spider web closing in.
The assassin let out a short, piercing scream, which escaped from the gaps in the tentacles and echoed across the battlefield.
Then her body began to shrink, like a plant that had been drained of water. Her skin wrinkled, her muscles withered, and her bones bulged out from under her skin. In just a few seconds, she shrank a size.
When the tentacles dissipated from her body, all that remained on the ground was a pile of grayish-white powder and a pool of dark red liquid.
The powder drifted in the breeze, and the liquid seeped into the sand, leaving no trace.
Upon witnessing this scene, the expressions on the faces of the other three assassins changed from fear to despair.
They knew they couldn't escape.
The coordinates of the shadow plane have been disrupted by Lin Yi, making it impossible to re-enter in a short period of time.
Direct combat is not their forte. Assassins excel at surprise attacks and burst damage, and at escaping far away if they miss their target, rather than confronting people head-on in the open.
They glanced at each other but didn't say anything.
The three assassins made their decisions at the same time, their bodies rushing in different directions, crashing into the surrounding crowd.
They weren't trying to kill anyone, but rather to buy time, giving their strongest assassin a chance to carry out the final assassination.
The strongest assassin did not charge into the crowd.
Her body vanished in an instant, not by entering the shadow plane, but by using phase displacement to teleport directly behind Lin Yi.
This method of displacement is more advanced than stealth in the shadow plane. Instead of passing through the shadow plane, it tears open a spatial rift in the real world and emerges from the other end of the rift.
This type of displacement occurs almost without warning; the displacement is completed the instant the spatial fluctuations are perceived.
But Lin Yi reacted much faster than she had expected.
The moment the spatial fluctuations appeared behind him, Lin Yi's body began to spin.
His body shifted less than half a foot to the left, while his right hand reached back and precisely grabbed the assassin's outstretched wrist.
The assassin's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Lin Yi to react so quickly, so quickly that she didn't even have a chance to back down.
Lin Yi held her hand in his palm. She tried to break free, but Lin Yi's fingers gripped her wrist like iron clamps, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
Her stamina is not a real attribute. Among sixth-tier contractors, most ranged and assassin-type classes do not waste their precious attribute points on stamina because their combat style does not rely on stamina.
An assassin needs agility, strength, and charisma.
Although her stamina reached 100 points over time, it was all ordinary attributes.
This number is as fragile as a piece of paper compared to 140 points of strength.
Click.
A very crisp sound of bones breaking.
The assassin's right wrist was instantly crushed in Lin Yi's palm, the wrist bone breaking into several pieces, the fragments piercing the skin and protruding, the white bone shards stained with dark red flesh and blood.
Her palm was bent backward at an impossible angle, her fingers still twitching slightly, as if she hadn't realized she had lost contact with her arm.
The assassin let out a scream. Her body instinctively tried to pull back and break free from Lin Yi's grasp, but Lin Yi's fingers remained firmly gripping her shattered wrist, showing no sign of letting go.
The broken bones creaked and groaned under the pressure of the fingers, and the friction between the fragments made the assassin's screams rise even higher.
She raised her left leg and delivered a side kick aimed at Lin Yi's head.
Energy was gathering at her toes; it was her last resort. She poured all her remaining energy into this kick, not to kill Lin Yi, but only to force him back and buy herself a chance to survive.
But Lin Yi reacted faster than her.
Just as her leg was halfway up, Lin Yi suddenly pulled it down.
The assassin's body was pulled forward by that irresistible force, and he lost his balance. The side kick, which was halfway through, drew an arc in the air and then fell limply to the ground.
Lin Yi did not give her a chance to readjust.
His right hand was still gripping the assassin's wrist. He rotated his body, used his waist and back to lift the assassin off the ground, and then slammed him to the ground.
With a loud bang, a deep crater was smashed into the ground, and rubble and sand flew in all directions.
The assassin's back slammed hard into the ground, her spine making a sickening cracking sound. Her mouth opened, letting out a short, muffled groan, before she froze completely.
Lin Yi released her wrist and took a step back.
The assassin lay in the shallow pit, his right wrist twisted at an impossible angle, his hand hanging limply to one side.
Her eyes were still open, her pupils unfocused, staring at the gray sky, her mouth slightly agape.
She wasn't dead yet, but she had lost her ability to fight. Most of the energy in her body had been scattered by Lin Yi's heavy slam, and the remaining energy was running rampant inside her, unable to be gathered or released in a short time.
The remaining two assassins who rushed into the crowd to buy time were also dealt with in those short ten seconds.
They are fast, but direct combat is not their forte.
Compared to the melee classes in the Paradise of Reincarnation, their attacks are like a mosquito biting a rhinoceros—it hurts, but it's not fatal.
The contractors around Lin Yi gathered around him again. The middle-aged man walked to Lin Yi's side and glanced down at the assassin who was still panting in the shallow pit.
"What should we do?" he asked.
Lin Yi glanced at the assassin: "Kill him."
The middle-aged man nodded, walked to the shallow pit, squatted down, reached out and grabbed the assassin's neck, pressing his thumb and forefinger against her carotid artery.
The assassin's body twitched once, then remained completely still.
Lin Yi withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her.
The battle lasted less than ten minutes from start to finish.
The main force of Holy Light Paradise retreated, leaving behind several more corpses on the gray-yellow wasteland, and the stench of blood in the air grew even stronger. (End of Chapter)