Chapter 38 | My Avatar Is Becoming a God

“Don't hold back, Brother Li! Even a woman needs to be put in her place!”

“I'm ready. If she gets down on her knees and apologizes later, make sure to snap some photos. Haha!”

These people from the Inner City Academy had lived pampered lives and lacked the gravity of a seasoned Scavenger. At this moment, they were incredibly noisy.

They were all laughing and joking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were in the middle of a dangerous and serious anomaly mission.

However, the noise was music to Li Yan's ears. He walked toward the center of the clearing like a hero under the spotlight.

On Xu Mo's side, naturally, no one was cheering for him, though he didn't care in the slightest.

Draped lazily in his blood-stained clothes, Xu Mo sauntered to the middle, even letting out a bored yawn.

Bai Feifei was sleeping soundly right now, leaving him, an Old-Timer, to deal with such small fry.

He really should have left this sort of thing for her to practice on...

Hands in his pockets, Xu Mo looked up at Li Yan.

“Alright, let's get this over with.”

Seeing his lazy and contemptuous attitude, Li Yan frowned in irritation.

To be fair, looking only at her face, Bai Feifei was quite stunning, possessing a fragile beauty that made it hard to believe she was a cold-blooded killer.

But when combined with her behavior, it was impossible to associate this person with a beauty.

And once she opened her mouth, any trace of attraction vanished instantly!

Li Yan raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly:

“You're a girl, so why are you so cold-blooded and ruthless?”

“Surrender now and confess your crimes. Blades have no eyes. Once we start, it'll be too late.”

“I don't want to bully a woman. I'll tell you now: I already possess a Word Soul ability.”

Xu Mo: “?”

“Is this a ‘Try Not to Laugh Challenge’? I acknowledge you; you've got the makings of a top-tier streamer.”

Li Yan's face gradually darkened, and he let out a cold snort.

“Nonsense. I tried to be nice... Just as the elders said, the Outer City is full of uncivilized riffraff.”

“It seems I really do need to teach you a lesson!”

After saying that, he actually closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Xu Mo saw the stance and knew the guy was about to activate his Word Soul.

Truly zero combat experience. He couldn't even bear to look. In the time it took Li Yan to prep, Xu Mo had at least nine ways to kill him.

Xu Mo suspected that even if he let the real Bai Feifei out now, she’d have no trouble crushing this guy.

【I have wrestled with myself for so long, and I am all of them!】

Li Yan finally spoke his Word Soul. As the words fell, figures appeared out of thin air, instantly crowding the area.

Dozens of Li Yans appeared around “Bai Feifei,” surrounding her. They looked and dressed exactly the same, each holding a different weapon.

Seeing Li Yan's performance, the Inner City Academy students cheered in unison, excited like spectators at a Roman colosseum.

For a student who hadn't even become an official Scavenger to master a Word Soul was indeed the mark of a genius with a limitless future.

Wu Jinyi had hand-picked Li Yan; he was the strongest combatant among the students brought here.

Standing behind Li Yan's side, Wu Jinyi sneered and looked at Wan Qianhong's expression.

He had come today intending to rub things in her face, but he hadn't expected her to be so sharp-tongued today.

She even brought up the Prophet's name.

But it didn't matter. He was looking forward to seeing Wan Qianhong's face in a moment.

In the clearing, dozens of Li Yans spoke simultaneously, their voices booming like a choir:

“All of my clones possess my own physical attributes and strength.”

“So... it's too late for regrets!”

As Li Yan finished speaking, a flash of sadistic excitement crossed his eyes. The dozens of clones moved at once, rushing toward Bai Feifei from all directions!

Xu Mo stood there, motionless as if paralyzed by fear.

In reality, he was debating just how much force to use.

He had hoped for an interesting Word Soul, but it turned out to be just these unoriginal clones.

At Xu Mo's level, even if he smashed every single clone one by one, it would barely count as a warm-up.

But now, he didn't even need to go through that trouble. In his vision, the Killing Machine Medal had clearly marked the vitals on one of the Li Yans.

This medal's ability had such a clever use? It was basically doxxing the guy's true body!

It made Xu Mo feel a sense of guilt, like he was bullying a kindergartner.

Just as the first clone was about to reach “Bai Feifei,” Li Yan clearly heard her sigh:

“Sigh, how boring.”

At the same time, everyone saw “Bai Feifei” flick her right hand. The silver metal on her wrist restructured itself into a pointed blade.

This “starter gear” dropped by Huang Jiahao shot out like lightning, accurately piercing the real Li Yan's lower abdomen.

In an instant, all the other clones exploded, vanishing into ethereal light and shadow.

Li Yan's only true body, still in mid-charge, clutched his crotch and collapsed face-first onto the ground, looking like a stray dog kicked to death by the roadside.

“Ah! Ahhh, my... my junk!”

It wasn't until Li Yan's screams rang out that the crowd realized what had happened, erupting into a shocked uproar.

The situation had reversed too quickly. There was no exchange of moves, no intense battle—only a sudden collapse and a scream that made every man present wince in sympathy.