The Labyrinth of the Monsters

"Swish—"

A sharp and magnificent blade light flashed before Wu Dahai's eyes, and San Tiao's "flesh vine" that was aimed at him broke simultaneously. Blood mist sprayed wildly, filling the air with a strange golden-red color under the street lamp. A tall and slender girl in high school uniform, holding a sword in her hand, her long hair flying, her legs slender, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, stood between Wu Dahai and "Grandpa Zhang."

Wu Dahai was stunned, and for a moment, he forgot to be afraid. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of excitement.

"Let's go."

Qing Ling didn't look back, her full attention focused on the enemy.

"Oh... oh," Wu Dahai snapped back to his senses. He stumbled to his feet and ran, not forgetting to warn, "Beauty... be careful..."

At this moment, Grandpa Zhang had already transformed into a creature between plants and animals. Pus and blisters flowed from the "buds" on his face, emitting a hungry and angry voice, "Humans! Humans! Humans..."

The vines under its feet no longer rushed to attack, but wrapped around its own body, then contracted inch by inch, like a meat grinder.

Gao Yang couldn't describe the disgusting scene. In less than ten seconds, the air was filled with a pungent stench. He suppressed the urge to vomit and went forward to support Wu Dahai, who had run back. "Why didn't you fight just now?"

"I have no fighting power!" Wu Dahai said confidently.

"But your move just now was powerful, wasn't it?" Gao Yang couldn't understand. "One snap of your fingers and all the game consoles turned off."

"That's a special voice-controlled master switch. If you snap your fingers, you can turn it off too," Wu Dahai said.

Gao Yang was completely speechless. Brother, you're even more useless than me? How did you manage to join the organization? Did you take the back door? Or did you open it yourself? Is this organization really worth joining?

Forget it, it's better to rely on oneself than to rely on others.

"Do you have any weapons?" Gao Yang shouted to Officer Huang.

"I have a golf club in the trunk of my car." Officer Huang held a gun in one hand and took out the car keys from his pocket and threw them to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang caught the keys, quickly opened the trunk, and took out a silver golf club.

Not far away, Grandpa Zhang's body was completely crushed, except for the meatball with facial features, which could be tentatively called its "brain." The rest of its body had turned into "vines"—more precisely, tentacles.

These tentacles were made up of Grandpa Zhang's intestines, organs, muscle tissue, and cartilage, roughly totaling more than twenty.

Now, Grandpa Zhang looked like a mutated octopus turned upside down on the ground.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Three tentacles rushed towards Qing Ling.

Qing Ling swiftly raised her sword and cut them off.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Four more tentacles descended from the sky and slashed towards Qing Ling.

Qing Ling quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the lashes of the tentacles. At this moment, several tentacles crawling along the ground in the darkness silently approached Qing Ling's feet.

Qing Ling was startled and quickly jumped back.

The tentacles were like cobras, leaping into the air with a "hiss." One of them viciously coiled around Qing Ling's white ankle, swiftly pulling her back to the ground.@@novelbin@@

"Bang!" A bullet broke the tentacle.

Ignoring the pain, Qing Ling rolled to the side, and with a backhand swing of her sword, she cut off the other three tentacles that were close to her.

She didn't dare to stay still, holding the long sword horizontally, she ran sideways. In the limited number of evasions, she keenly noticed that the tentacles were fastest when they shot out in a straight line from Grandpa Zhang's center. If they wanted to move horizontally to catch someone, they would be much slower.

Qing Ling decided to circle around Grandpa Zhang, reducing the chances of being caught by the tentacles.

"Bang—" Officer Huang seized the opportunity and fired three shots at the "brain" of the target within a second.

"Ah, ah, ah... humans! Humans! Humans..." Grandpa Zhang trembled in pain, emitting intense screams. Several tentacles retracted, protecting the brain.

"The weak point is the head!" Officer Huang shouted to Qing Ling, while taking out a new magazine and quickly reloading.

Qing Ling also noticed this, but she didn't dare to approach rashly.

Grandpa Zhang had more than twenty tentacles, each one flexible and powerful. Besides her Tang Blade, no other weapon could possibly cut them off. Even if she did manage to cut them off, the opponent could quickly repair and regrow them. On the other hand, if Qing Ling made a mistake, she would be entangled by countless tentacles and dragged towards Grandpa Zhang. Then, those tentacles would probably gather around her, transforming into a "meat grinder" once again. She would be twisted into minced meat in extreme pain, becoming a part of Grandpa Zhang. Her eyes, mouth, nose, and ears would probably also merge into that disgusting lump of flesh, constantly chanting "humans, humans, humans..." As for the other parts of her body, they would also turn into new tentacles to capture more humans...

Just the thought of dying in such a way made even the cold-hearted Qing Ling's scalp tingle.

There was only one chance.

Failure meant hell.

Qing Ling took a deep breath and suddenly sprinted at the speed of a hundred-meter dash, continuously circling around the target. Naturally, Grandpa Zhang's tentacles were attracted and began to rotate, resembling a small rotating swing.

After two minutes of high-speed maneuvering, Qing Ling's speed slowed down. Both her short-distance sprint training and her talent as a sword god belonged to short bursts of high explosive power, which couldn't be sustained for too long. She aimed to finish the battle quickly.

At the moment, she still hadn't found the perfect opportunity to strike, but she had to make a move before her physical strength noticeably declined.

"Cover me!" Qing Ling seized the opportunity, circled to the side with the fewest tentacles on Grandpa Zhang, and rushed forward with her sword. Seven or eight tentacles immediately retracted, while more than a dozen tentacles converged on Qing Ling from all directions.

Qing Ling approached at high speed, constantly adjusting her position to avoid the attacks and cutting off the tentacles.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood in the empty space. Amidst the flashing sword lights, Qing Ling was like a blood-stained white butterfly, gracefully dancing among the countless tentacles.Officer Huang was not idle either.

He activated his Gun God Talent, covering Qing Ling with a bullet per second. Those tentacles that escaped from the edge of Qing Ling's blade were all cut off by the bullets that followed closely behind.

All of this happened in just a few short seconds.

Officer Huang quickly ran out of bullets, and Qing Ling had already gotten close enough to Grandpa Zhang. With a nimble sidestep, she dodged the last two tentacles, raised her knife high with both hands, and slashed down towards Grandpa Zhang's "brain".

At that moment, everyone firmly believed that Grandpa Zhang's brain would be cut in half like a fragile watermelon. However, everyone overlooked the severed tentacles on the ground.

The moment they hit the ground, they stuck to the surface and quickly returned to their original body.

Just as Qing Ling was about to exert her strength, she felt a sudden pain in her heel. It was the countless broken tentacles hitting her heel as they returned. Qing Ling's foot slipped, and although she quickly adjusted her stance, the strength in her waist could not effectively explode, causing most of the strength in her arms to be lost.

A second later, she swung a greatly diminished blow.

The blade's force was still strong, and the edge was still sharp, but it only cut less than a third of the depth into the target. Grandpa Zhang did not die. He howled in pain, and the few newly grown tentacles swung hard, hitting Qing Ling's waist fiercely.

"Uh..." Qing Ling's weapon slipped from her hand, flying several meters away and rolling twice on the ground. She hadn't given up yet, stretching out her right hand towards Grandpa Zhang a few meters away, her five fingers suddenly spread open: "Metal!"