Chapter 1242
Chapter 1242: The 1228th Scholar’s Aggressiveness
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When Lu Ping’an reached the shore, the air still carried the scent of scorched earth.
The houses had been burned to the ground, leaving only a few stone slabs and bricks; this scene irritated Lu Ping’an slightly.
"Looks like, fulfilling the promise to return their homeland, is going to be a bit difficult."
It seemed that the Octopus Tribe always had overflowing superiority towards the ethnic groups on land.
Lu Ping’an sighed, and his appearance naturally caught the attention of the hostile Sea Tribes.
A massive Three-headed Snake lazily crawled over, seemingly ready to enjoy an easy meal that had come its way.
However, the Fishmen and Snake-men on the shore merely pointed and talked about the newcomer, with no intention of approaching him.
"Heh, it looks like I’ve been underestimated."
Based solely on appearance, Lu was indeed too youthful.
Also, due to "lacking exercise," his muscles weren’t well-developed, and now dressed in a baggy shirt, shorts, and slippers... he looked exactly like a civilian who had mistakenly wandered onto a beach while on vacation.
"Hiss hiss!"
But when the Three-headed Snake lunged at him, it was greeted by its demise instead.
The vacationing human male merely swayed slightly, stepping behind it effortlessly.
The twisted heads of the snake tried to turn around but suddenly found their field of vision skewed.
The vision of six eyes in three heads rotated drastically at the same time...
When the giant serpent’s three heads slammed heavily to the ground, it marked the beginning of the war... a war of one man against one ethnic group, one tribe.
A light snap of his fingers brought forth flames, sending a fireball soaring into the mid-air, catching the hostile gaze of the Octopus Tribe members.
Marine Life forms generally dislike Flame, not only because their cold seabed naturally lacks the concept of cooked food, nor merely due to the lethality of flames, but more fatally, the high heat speeds up "dehydration" and "skin drying."
For marine Life forms, especially the Fishmen and water lizards, and Sea snakes, "dehydration" is essentially the most painful and uncomfortable way to die, which also roots their preference to avoid land.
Thus, this small fireball also served as the perfect declaration of War...
"Don’t just howl, bring me something interesting..."
Lu Ping’an calmly stepped into the middle of the battlefield, where his path was marked only by mangled flesh and gruesome corpses.
As the Fishmen began to realize something was amiss, trying to maintain their formation... Lu gently took off the "mask" decoration around his neck.
The next moment, the entire battlefield was filled with the horrific screams and roars of marine Life forms.
𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Countless members of the Ethnic group lost their senses, charging towards their deity’s mortal enemy, while Lu... simply quietly extended his right hand, casually pulling out a steel Trident.
"A Trident... for killing Fish."
Lu Ping’an opened his mouth, his malice-filled Curse transforming into a tangible Enchantment, and the faintly Silver Trident began to glow with a hint of blood.
The familiar Wave-Splitting Axe Technique proved reliable in this world, but as the wave vortex blossomed, the irrational Fishmen fell in swathes.
That seemingly ordinary Pollution weapon, the Long Handled Axe, displayed a startling lethality, rendering the heavily armored Fishmen as fragile as paper.
But a Snake-man vanguard blocked Lu Ping’an’s chop with his arm.
"Heh, still having a bit of a problem."
Lu Ping’an sighed, his arm quivered, and another Long Handled Chopping Axe appeared.
"To kill snakes... Trident."
Lu Ping’an’s words were altering reality.
[Left-behind Student’s Rhetorical Metaphor (Silver Mid-position Decree): Designate a target, apply adjectives rhetorically.]
Words carried power, and Contractors like Pure Scholars were the main experts in manipulating this system.
The Left-behind Student’s "Language Ability" was clearly limited, but this kind of "Naming" combat style and "Greedy Craftsman" were actually two sides of the same coin.
However, the Pure Scholar’s Left-behind Student, on a combat level, appeared even more fearful.
"Fishmen... slipping Fishmen?"
The malevolent words transformed into reality, Fishmen all around him stumbling and slipping one after another.
Lu Ping’an looked around; it seemed that his current limit to "Rhetorically manipulate" the reality was less than a ten-meter radius.
But that was enough.
"Enraged... Snake-men."
The hostile Curse fell upon the life around him, Snake-men already cursed by the Deity into rage became even more furious until they went mad.
Even merely due to emotions exceeding the threshold, several Snake-men collapsed with cerebral hemorrhages.
Lu Ping’an just continued to kill quietly and swiftly, chopping Fish Heads with a Fish Chopping Axe and Snake bodies with a Snake Chopping Blade.
And if hit... even just a scratch, the Fishmen and Snake-men would die on the spot.
The "Kill Fish/Kill Snake" "Malicious Rhetoric" brought about an "Instant Death effect targeted specifically at certain Ethnic Groups," along with that nearly indestructible defense-breaking Trait... at this moment, these two weapons seemed born to kill these Ethnic Groups.
Facing countless Octopus Race, Lu Ping’an still just silently slaughtered, adapting to his new combat methods and Career Abilities.
"Indeed, this is probably my strongest fifth-tier Battle-profession..."
Lu Ping’an sighed again, even he had not expected his strongest Battle-profession in combat to be Pure Scholar.
But on second thought, considering the formidable combat strength already displayed by Lawyers and judges, had it not been for Lu Ping’an as a fifth-tier Accountant adapting for functionality, his Scholar combat abilities should have manifested long ago.
Of course, the main reason for "Constitution by Mouth" now was that the opponents were too weak, in front of Lu Ping’an, they were merely ordinary soldiers.
But his current weapon could only be considered trash, his Curse was merely widespread... this actually proved this Trait’s unstoppable nature in clearing minor foes.
"Dead... Fishmen."
Looking at the life forms in front of him, Lu Ping’an uttered another most malevolent Curse, attempting to create a massive zone of Death.
But this time, even the closest Fishman did not fall.
"Indeed, can’t do it..."
Lu Ping’an sighed again, but wasn’t much disappointed.
Increasing adjectives through "Rhetoric" had its limits, in the end, it was about using one’s own "reality" to rewrite the target’s "reality," or rather "convincing"... pushing along what comes easily is simple, but making it accept the reality one least wants is difficult.
With a snap of his fingers, the next moment, he was covered in blazes.
Since the experiment was at its end, killing these Fishmen should be left to the more professional.
Twenty minutes later, as the "boat" slowly approached, within that fishing village, there was only one survivor — the young man.
The young man stood on the beach, happily waving at the people on the boat, the setting sun behind him making his usually too dull face seem somewhat sunny and cheerful... maybe, the ground covered in fresh blood and fish was the real source of his joy.
— End of Chapter 1242 —