The Tang blade, embedded in Old Zhang’s head, was controlled by an invisible force, pressing downward, yet the power of a second-tier [Metal] ability was too limited.
Qingling exerted all her strength, but the blade still inched downward, agonizingly slow.
Two tentacles swiftly coiled around the blade, yanked it out forcefully, and flung it aside. Blood gushed from Old Zhang’s skull, a gruesome sight, but even so, the gaping wound in his head began to heal, albeit much slower than the tentacles.
It was gravely injured, but… it still lived!
The severed tentacles crawled along the ground, slithering back to the body, and soon, new ones emerged again.
Qingling was thrown hard, her face pale and covered in blood. She staggered to her feet, attempting to retrieve the blade nearby, but four tentacles shot out, entwining her hands and feet.
She struggled in vain as the tentacles dragged her closer to the body...
"Die!"
With a furious shout, Gaoyang charged toward Old Zhang, wielding a golf club.
He knew that as a useless coward, the only thing he should do was run as far as possible—this was the self-preservation of a failure. But for some reason, seeing Qingling captured, his legs refused to move, his mind stopped thinking, and before he realized it, he was charging forward like an idiot.
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Before he could get close, a tentacle slid across the ground and wrapped around his leg.
With a tug, Gaoyang fell heavily, dragged towards Old Zhang’s monstrous body. Soon, he would share Qingling’s fate—becoming its next meal.
"Hold on!" Officer Huang rushed over, grabbing Gaoyang with one hand while holding a streetlamp with the other. Thanks to his divine strength ability, Officer Huang’s grip was unbreakable, and for a moment, he was locked in a stalemate with the tentacle’s force.
Yet Gaoyang wasn’t relieved.
First, his body felt like the rope in a tug-of-war, on the verge of being torn apart. Second, more and more tentacles were regenerating and joining the fight, making victory impossible the longer it dragged on.
And worst of all, Qingling was being irreversibly pulled towards Old Zhang.
Stay calm, stay calm.
In times like these, clarity was crucial.
Gaoyang took a deep breath, closed his eyes.
【System accessed】
【You have earned 30 Luck Points】
—30 Luck Points?!
【You just survived six minutes of extreme danger, rewards amplified 300 times】
—Unlock a new ability! Hurry!
【Unlocking a new ability requires 30 Luck Points. Confirm?】
—Confirm!
【Unlocking...】
【Unlocking...】
【Unlocking...】
【Ability unlocked】
【Talent: Copy. Serial Number: 18. Rune Type: Knowledge】
【Level 1 Copy: Can replicate any talent with a serial number above 30】
【Copy Method: Touch the target’s body for 1 second】
【Copy Limit: 1 type. Storage Duration: 1 hour】
【Usage Time: 3 seconds. Copy Cooldown: 12 hours】
【Permanent Attribute Boost from Level 1 Copy: Spirit +30, Charm -10】
—Finally, something useful!
【Congratulations! First successful talent unlock. Next unlock requires 60 Luck Points】
【System exit, hidden】
【Beep—】
Gaoyang opened his eyes. Qingling, barely a meter away, was being dragged inch by inch towards Old Zhang, her hands clawing at the ground, desperately trying to resist the pull of the tentacles, but to no avail.
Gaoyang surveyed the scene, quickly made a decision. “Officer Huang! Let me go!”
“Are you crazy?”
“Let go! I have a plan! Trust me!”
Time was running out, and without hesitation, Officer Huang released his grip.