Chapter 50: The Haunting Confrontation

As his words faded, a sinister laugh echoed.

No longer in disguise, Li Zhiping abruptly retreated; his once kindly face now melted like liquefying fat, with blood trickling down.

The vanished female ghost reappeared, shrieking as she charged toward Yenir.

It’s not a fake!

Feeling a bone-chilling cold, Yenir instantly realized that this apparition was no illusion—it was a bona fide vengeful ghost. A single touch would rapidly drain one’s life force.

Meanwhile, those inside the room scrambled to regain their senses and dodge, but the space was so confined that none dared to make a break for it.

Many, overwhelmed by the icy aura of death, could only scream in terror:

“Throw the talisman!”

“Hurry!”

Ignoring the shouts behind him, Yenir swiftly dodged to the side.

Since Li Zhiping’s conjured apparition wasn’t an illusion, it proved that his true prowess wasn’t lacking either.

Hastily throwing out a talisman was tantamount to courting death.

Watching Yenir’s agile evasion, Li Zhiping—who drifted like a paper doll—wore a menacing, almost mocking expression.

His speed was indeed impressive.

Given his familiarity with awakened individuals, he knew that Yenir’s speed far exceeded normal limits.

Interesting.

With a cold laugh, his blood-dripping face twisted as he sneered:

“Why struggle?”

He had refrained from acting human all along out of caution, preferring to bait opponents into tossing talismans first.

In reality, with his speed, most awakened individuals wouldn’t even come close to hitting him.

Disregarding the others in the room trying to unleash their abilities, his full attention was fixed on Yenir.

As a supernatural entity, he could almost shrug off physical attacks and most skills—the only real threat was the talisman in Yenir’s hand.

“Struggle?”

After narrowly evading the ghost’s lunge, Yenir chuckled softly as he scanned the corridor for a proper opening.

He could tell that Li Zhiping possessed extraordinarily rapid movement techniques; his chance to strike would come only once.

Watching Yenir still running and struggling, Li Zhiping’s terrifying, decayed face broke into a mocking grin:

“Still looking for a chance?”

“What’s the use of exposing my disguise? Do you really think you can get close to me?”

As his words faded, he suddenly increased the distance, denying Yenir any opportunity to charge.

“Idiot.”

“If you had pretended not to notice me, you might have still had a shot… but—”

Before he could finish, Yenir, who had sprinted to the end of the corridor, abruptly turned around, completely unfazed by the female ghost barreling toward him.

Thunder Dash!

He braced against the piercing cold.

Activating his skill, a thunderous boom that pierced the air resounded in an instant.

Bang!

As the skill took effect, Yenir, standing in the corridor, surged forward, his foot erupting in a burst of silver light.

Covering over ten meters in an instant and boosted by his Spiked Thunder Boots, he dashed through the air like a bolt of lightning, materializing right before Li Zhiping.

Seal!

Moving with a speed that nearly outpaced his opponent’s reaction time, a red-lit talisman embedded itself into Li Zhiping’s body before his ghostly expression could recover.

AAAAHHHH!!!

Screams rang out as if searing irons had impaled his insides. Once so confident, he could now only howl in anguish as bursts of white smoke billowed from him.

It hurt! Too much! The pain that reached deep into his soul robbed him of any strength to fight back.

Bang!

Falling from the fourth floor, Li Zhiping drifted weakly to the ground as he struggled to land, and Yenir let out a small sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his Spiked Thunder Boots had enhanced his speed; otherwise, he’d have had little chance of reaching his target.

Li Zhiping’s very presence was rare even in this apocalypse—the challenge here far exceeded that of a C-level instance.

Cries of pain and wails of despair filled the air.

Under the system’s talisman seal, Li Zhiping was rendered unable to fight back.

Even the gloomy, dim school seemed to lose some of its chill thanks to the seal taking effect.

A few seconds later, a cold system prompt rang out:

“Beep. Seal task completed. Please claim your rewards after the instance ends.”

In the dormitory, a handful of awakened individuals who had participated in the mission finally dared to peek out, still visibly shaken as they looked down at Yenir.

The relentless twists had left them too stunned to recover.

Leaning against the corridor, Huang Xia—the one who had previously argued with Yenir—wore a conflicted expression.

She had believed that Li Zhiping was the strongest entity in this instance, assuming he was a key player.

But to her surprise, Li Zhiping turned out to be a ghost, while the unassuming Yenir was the true powerhouse.

Just like Huang Xia, Fang Yuan harbored deep distrust—he even thought Yenir was just attention-seeking—and now, feeling a tinge of guilt, he kept his head down, unwilling to meet the eyes of the young man downstairs.

If it weren’t for Yenir, they probably wouldn’t even know how they’d meet their end.

After exchanging glances, a few others dashed downstairs, repeatedly expressing their gratitude:

“Thank you so much!”

“If it weren’t for you, we were doomed!”

As they spoke, Liang Tengfei eagerly stepped forward, his eyes brimming with flattery:

“Boss, could I get your contact? I’m from the East Mountain Sixth Safe Zone. My name is Liang Tengfei.”

His tone was humble.

Though Yenir appeared much younger than him, in the face of power he didn’t hesitate to assume a subordinate role.

Awakened Mental Type individuals had it rough in the apocalypse; for someone as insignificant as him, landing such a powerful figure was an opportunity to latch on.

He had witnessed Yenir’s lightning-fast dash, bolstered by top-notch gear—clearly not something any ordinary awakened could manage!

Waving his hand dismissively, Yenir ignored the now-admiring crowd and stooped to examine the supposedly ‘dead’ Li Zhiping.

“Why pretend to be dead?”

Kicking at the rotting, mush-like body, he chuckled softly:

“As agreed, you should vanish on your own.”

“Of course, you can deny it, but do you really think I ever sent you a message?”

The corpse froze.

Li Zhiping, who had planned to feign death, suddenly opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Yenir:

“Are you deceiving me again?!”

In a hoarse voice, Li Zhiping abruptly resumed movement, startling everyone.

Wasn’t he sealed?! How could he still move?! The lingering threat sent several people reeling in fright.

Shaking his head, Yenir paid no mind to Li Zhiping’s sudden recovery, instead casually reassuring everyone:

“Don’t worry; he’s truly sealed.”

“He won’t be able to make another move.”

With that, Yenir tilted his head and locked eyes with the hostile gaze:

“So what if I deceived you? Only an idiot like you would believe I sent you any message for verification.”

“I don’t even know your number—how could I possibly send you a message?”

Ignoring Li Zhiping’s contorted, almost maniacal expression, Yenir continued:

“Vanish on your own, so I can complete the hidden task.”

“Before you vanish, I’ll reveal the truth—how I actually saw through your disguise.”

With a twisted expression, Li Zhiping glared intently at him. After a moment, he spoke in a chilling tone:

“Fine!”

For him, once Yenir and the others left, he would be reset. Vanishing—essentially dying once—meant nothing. But if Yenir still uncovered a flaw in his disguise, he would demand to know where it went wrong!

Without hesitation, as the deal was struck, Li Zhiping’s form began to blur instantly.

Amid the agonizing self-vanishing, his pale eyes remained fixed without wavering.

“Speak! Now, speak!”

He vanished at an incredible speed.

In his final second, Yenir looked at the nearly translucent Li Zhiping and teased:

“The real flaw in your disguise is actually…”

“…just what I guessed.”

For a moment, Li Zhiping’s expression froze in disbelief as he stared at Yenir, before ultimately vanishing completely amid a frustrated roar.

Listening to that venomous, bitter roar, Yenir calmly retracted his smile.

He had indeed been merely guessing.

Even if his guess was wrong, it only meant that Li Zhiping died for nothing.

Behind him, the onlookers once again stared dumbfounded at Yenir, now regarding the handsome young man as a terrifying demon who toyed with their emotions.

With deception after deception, he had forced a unique supernatural entity to essentially commit suicide!

Without further ado, Yenir calmly announced:

“Exit the instance and claim your rewards.”

Buzz.

Accompanied by a flash of white light, he vanished from sight.