"I'm sorry, Liu Feng, I failed to protect you," Lu Zhaoming said softly.
"Don't talk nonsense, Brother Lu, it's not your fault," Liu Feng said weakly. "If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago."
Lu Zhaoming didn't speak, but silently tightened his grip on Liu Feng's hand.
In order to completely stabilize Liu Feng's vital signs, Lu Zhaoming decided to take a huge risk and forcibly activate the highest level of authority in the trial system.
"System, activate highest privileges!" Lu Zhaoming silently chanted in his mind.
Instantly, a powerful energy surged from Lu Zhaoming's body and flowed into Liu Feng's body.
Liu Feng's complexion gradually became rosy, and his breathing became much more steady.
However, at this moment, a new prompt popped up on the system interface: "Warning! The mental interference module has been permanently damaged, and some functions are irreversible."
Lu Zhaoming looked at the prompt on the system interface and remained silent for a moment.
He knew that the damage to the mental interference module meant he would be unable to use some powerful judgment skills in the future, which would undoubtedly greatly weaken his combat power.
"As long as we can save our brothers, this price is nothing," Lu Zhaoming said firmly.
Xiao Hu witnessed everything. He walked up to Lu Zhaoming, bowed deeply, and said in a choked voice, "Brother Lu, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have doubted you."
Lu Zhaoming patted Xiaohu on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's alright, Xiaohu, let bygones be bygones. What's most important for us now is to work together to find a way to destroy Lin Shuang's plan."
In order to completely thwart Lin Shuang's plan, Lu Zhaoming decided to break into her main base alone.
"No, Brother Lu, it's too dangerous. I can't let you go alone!" Xiao Hu firmly objected.
"Don't worry, Xiaohu, I'll be fine," Lu Zhaoming said with a smile. "I still have some trump cards up my sleeve."
At this moment, Qinglian, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward and volunteered, saying, "Lu Zhaoming, I know the layout of Lin Shuang's base. I can help you avoid the traps."
Lu Zhaoming glanced at Qinglian with some surprise; he hadn't expected Qinglian to offer to help him.
“Alright, Qinglian,” Lu Zhaoming nodded, agreeing to Qinglian’s request.
"However, remember, if danger occurs, evacuate immediately and don't worry about me," Lu Zhaoming instructed.
"I know," Qinglian nodded, her eyes resolute.
At the same time, Lu Zhaoming used the remaining amplification function to cover all members with an energy shield, just in case.
Before setting off, Lu Zhaoming stood on a high point in the stronghold, gazing into the distance, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He muttered to himself, "It's time to end this game..."
The night wind howled, its mournful sound like hundreds of hungry wolves playing a death knell, causing the hem of Lu Zhaoming's combat uniform, which wasn't fancy but was definitely stylish, to flutter wildly, as if it were about to take off.
He leaned lazily against the crumbling wall of the temporary stronghold, his feet rustling with the tense preparations of his brothers. In the distance, Lin Shuang's lair glowed with a chilling dark red light, like a prehistoric beast that had just feasted on human blood and was now burping with a satisfied grin.
Lu Zhaoming took a deep breath. Hmm, the air was filled with a familiar "fragrance" of rust and gunpowder smoke, plus a faint...disinfectant smell?
Damn, even the air in this crappy place has such a unique personality.
He narrowed his eyes, gazing at that ominous place, a roguish smile playing on his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond, carrying an undeniable resolve: "This cat-and-mouse game is almost over. This is the final battle, and I don't have that much time to waste on your nonsense."
As soon as he finished speaking, the system interface that was all too familiar popped up in front of him with a "biu," almost blinding his handsome eyes, which seemed to have a built-in 360-degree panoramic scanning function.
A line of gilded characters, exuding an overbearing CEO vibe of "use it or not, or you'll have to kneel down and sing 'Conquer' if you do," flashed across the center of the screen: "Ding! Congratulations, host, 'Judgment Storm IV' has been successfully unlocked! Friendly reminder: Mastering this heaven-defying skill requires enduring unimaginable extreme pain. The process is comparable to a VIP customized experience package of the eighteen levels of hell. If you are not careful, the probability of your soul being scattered is as high as 99.99%! Please think carefully before you act. Don't be so reckless. If you die from recklessness, no one will collect your corpse!"
"Extreme pain? Soul annihilation?" Lu Zhaoming raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, a mixture of mockery and disdain, as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.
He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking as if he wanted to crush this damned fate along with that noisy system notification.
Damn it, ever since I crawled out of my coffin, every single day I've been dancing the death samba with my head on the line.
Are you afraid of such a small matter?
His eyes suddenly sharpened like a drawn, deadly blade, scrutinizing the words as if each one was squeezed out from between his teeth, laced with icy edge: "Then come on! I want to see if your so-called extreme pain is more powerful, or if my life is tougher!"
He turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing the core of the Lin Shuang base in the distance, two clusters of vengeful flames crackling deep within his pupils.
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