Reincarnation Paradise Park-Chapter 662 - 56: Clown and Leader

After being besieged by Neerapan for an hour and a half, Su Xiao deeply realized the benefits of developing four attributes simultaneously.

Although developing four attributes at once means slower growth, once you grow, there won’t be any obvious weaknesses or flaws.

The level of strength, agility, stamina, and intelligence is equivalent to a person’s overall physical qualities.

Physical attributes are the foundation, and skills like Sword Technique Master transform strong physical qualities into combat strength exponentially.

Given the current situation, Su Xiao indeed has no apparent weaknesses; whether fighting one-on-one or facing a swarm of enemies, he can manage.

The blade cut through the enemy’s flesh, and after slaughtering a certain number of enemies, Su Xiao would throw a Special level Alchemy Bomb. He discovered that destroying or charring Neerapan’s corpses in advance could prevent them from splitting into juvenile forms, proving that the splitting ability requires the support of water.

This decisive killing method of Su Xiao’s infuriated the surrounding large group of Neerapan to the extreme, wishing they could tear Su Xiao apart alive.

Su Xiao stood atop a towering pile of corpses, the pile charred and scorched, clearly having been bombed.

Once Su Xiao focused his mind on killing enemies, though in fierce battle, time passed quickly.

After being besieged for two hours, Su Xiao began to breathe slightly heavier. During these two hours, he hadn’t paused for a moment. If it were three Derivative Worlds ago, he wouldn’t have lasted until now.

The dense gunfire from the rooftop had long since stopped; Vini no longer continued shooting, not because she felt guilty for killing too much, but because she was running out of bullets.

Looking across the battlefield, Su Xiao had killed the most Neerapan, followed by Vini.

Vini stopping fire to conserve bullets was the right choice; neither the Red Clown nor the Phantom Troupe has shown up yet.

Perhaps because of Vini’s presence, both the Clown and the Leader are somewhat hesitant, not daring to rashly appear.

Three hours into the melee, near the barrier backdoor.

A few Contractors lay sprawled on the ground, unminding of their appearance, their bodies covered with blue bloodstains, casually tossing their weapons aside.

"How long does this have to go on? The barrier can still hold for 2 hours, right?"

"No, it can hold for 6 more hours. Someone else brought a Mana Value Recovery Potion for that Barrier Master girl."

"Really, that girl’s willpower is strong; even with the support of mana potions, it’s impressive she’s lasted this long."

Several Contractors lay on the ground recovering their stamina, casually smoking and chatting; the barrier backdoor had already formed a systematic defense team, 10 people per team, with 3 teams taking turns every half hour.

"The guy in front is a monster, he’s been holding out for three hours by himself, right?"

"To be precise, it’s three hours and five minutes."

A fans girl spoke up while the hall was filled with the scent of blood and the charred smell of corpses, yet it didn’t affect her hearty meal.

"How many of these creatures are there? Endless? And what exactly is the Clown’s purpose?"

A bald Contractor asked the question everyone had in mind.

"Not sure, but I know one thing: as long as we hold this place and survive, we’ll become wealthy."

The fans girl glanced at the ground near the barrier backdoor, which was littered with green or blue quality treasure chests.

"Right, we need to survive; there must be even more treasure chests outside the main barrier door, if..."

"Don’t get any crazy ideas, do you want to die? Can’t you see how strong those monsters are?"

"Just kidding."

Facing the Neerapan siege, the main task of participating in the auction had essentially turned into guarding the auction site. As long as they defended and survived, they could share the treasure chests. Even if they didn’t soar to the top, their strength would significantly increase.

Outside the main barrier door.

A deep blue blood bead slid off the blade, the ground was covered with fragmented remains, a scene one might only see in ancient war films.

Su Xiao looked down at the massive group of Neerapan; their offensive finally paused for a moment. He had forgotten how many he had killed. The pile of corpses beneath him was as tall as a two-story building.

"So... you creatures also have feelings of fear."

Su Xiao wiped the blood off his chin; the blood was red, his own. After three hours of intense combat, he was inevitably a bit fatigued.

Perhaps due to the heavy casualties among their kind, the Neerapan now hesitated to advance, staring at Su Xiao with eyes full of terror.

"Orders are absolute (Dark Continent language)."

"The king’s orders cannot be defied (Dark Continent language)."

"For the tribe, we must kill this Saen (Saen: means demon in Dark Continent language)."

The nearby Neerapan gritted their teeth at Su Xiao; after a few roars, they once again charged up the pile of corpses. This was already the thirty-sixth time the Neerapan charged up the pile, previously resulting only in adding to the pile’s height.

"Huff～"

Su Xiao exhaled deeply, just about to continue fighting, when the charging Neerapan suddenly halted, looking back into the darkness.

For some reason, the Neerapan near the auction site began to retreat slowly, as if receiving some command. Within seconds, they left a field of corpses and withdrew into the darkness.

Several hundred meters from the auction site, on a rooftop, the Red Clown sat in a wheelchair, holding binoculars.

"Why did you order your tribe to retreat?"

The Clown looked at a three-meter-tall Neerapan a few meters away, the leader of the Neerapan.

"My tribe suffered severe casualties, a meaningless loss inconsistent with our agreement (Dark Continent language)."

The Neerapan Leader looked at the Red Clown, a faint murderous intent in its eyes.

"Agreement? Our agreement was to take down this auction site and then kill all the humans inside."

The Clown’s perpetual smile gradually faded.

"..."

The Neerapan Leader no longer spoke, standing in place.

"So it seems you no longer wish to propagate here?"

The Clown put away the binoculars, leaning back in the wheelchair.

"This is our territory (Dark Continent language)."

The Neerapan Leader trembled with rage, its four eyes fixed on the Clown, its bright red tongue licking its sharp fangs.

"Naive."

As soon as the Clown finished speaking, the Neerapan Leader instantly disappeared from its spot, reappearing with its claws at the Clown’s throat.

"Human, my patience has limits. Use your ability to bring all my tribe here, now, all of them (Dark Continent language)."

The Neerapan Leader’s face was angry, filled with fury at the heavy losses to its tribe.

"Until that man is dead, your tribe can only continue to survive in the Dark Continent. Also, remove your claws, immediately."

The Clown pointed to Su Xiao in the distance, a fiery red phantom appearing behind him.

"Humans never keep their promises (Dark Continent language)."

The Neerapan Leader removed its claws from the Clown’s throat.

"I need to calm my tribe; they are very afraid. We’ll launch one more attack like before, in one ke-day (one ke-day equals 1 hour 13 minutes). Regardless of success, you must fulfill your promise."

The Neerapan Leader turned to leave.

"One ke-day?"

The Clown didn’t know how long a ke-day was, but sensed the time shouldn’t be too long.

"Having no limbs is inconvenient, Chrollo, is there really no way to restore my limbs?"

"If your limbs were still fresh and alive, yes, but now it’s impossible."

The Travel Group Leader Chrollo approached slowly.

"Really... impossible?"

The Clown looked up at the starry sky, speaking after a moment: "An attack like the previous one can be launched once more. From what I know of Bai Ye, even if he isn’t worn out to death, he’ll be exhausted; if he is exhausted, that’s the best chance to kill him."

The Clown yawned; with only one arm, he had little combat strength. As for the Count of Purgatory’s phantom, it was only useful for intimidation, yet the Clown had bluffed Chrollo with this phantom.