Fat Finn must have a secret! Otherwise, given his current performance, he would never have gotten the qualifications to enter the Dream Domain!

 However, Tang Ling did not have the mood to find out about the truth. It was impossible for him to find out about someone else’s secret in the real world from the Dream Domain. Moreover, this secret did not concern Tang Ling by any means.

 “Yeah,” Tang Ling answered verbally while he savored the feeling of recovery in his heart after killing the Demon Seed. Through his Precise Instinct, he grasped the calculation right away.

 In order to recover to his prime form, he would need to kill 373 Fallen Knights, but he would only need to kill 97 Demon Seeds to reach the same level of recovery.

 That was the difference between the kills.

 However, be it the Fallen Knights or the Demon Seeds, killing either one of them would never recover his strength to its prime form because the mission clearly stated that he only needed to eliminate 100 Fallen Knights and 50 Demon Seeds.

 As for why the Dream Domain set the limit of the kills, Tang Ling had no idea at the moment. Nonetheless, it did not stop him from carrying out his upcoming plan.

 …

 There were around 200 Fallen Knights, 20 black-robed figures and a white-robed figure riding a horse outside the window.

 More and more places in the city were set ablaze.

 Tang Ling really wanted to curse the Dream Domain when he saw the scene.

 What in the hell is happening?

 After the knights gathered, the whole building was heavily surrounded. With an order from the white-robed figure, the black-robed figures led the Fallen Knights to siege the building like a tidal wave.

 The figure in white remained on the horse, waiting at the main entrance.

 “Will it work?” Fat Finn’s hands were trembling as the situation felt unreal to him. He never would have thought that Tang Ling was this crazy and he did not understand why he had agreed to work with a madman.

 In the Dream Domain, there was a type of person that lived like a parasite. They had to rely on others to survive, and unfortunately, Fat Finn was one of them. In his situation, other than working with Tang Ling, he had no other choice.

 Surviving the Dream Domain alone? Impossible.

 With that in mind, Fat Finn clenched his teeth and jumped out of the window.

 His round figure was obvious under the torches from the front yard, and the moment he jumped out, the white-robed figure on the horse noticed him.

 With a vigorous shake of the rein, the horse galloped towards Fat Finn.

 To everyone’s surprise, before Fat Finn fell to the ground, he stopped falling halfway through as if something held him back. He swung around like a pendulum before he clumsily stopped in front of the window on the second floor.

 Fat Finn had tied himself with a rope before he jumped down, and even though the front yard was bright with all the torches, it was still night time. Moreover, he had jumped out of the window all of a sudden, so the rope was nearly invisible if one did not pay close attention to it.

 After he steadied his body in front of the window, Fat Finn did not go in through the window. Instead, he stood there and looked at the white-robed figure. He wriggled his fat body and flashed his finger at the figure as he sneered loudly, “Hey, you white piece of sh*t! Do you think you are better than everyone else by riding a horse? I think you’re a coward for hiding your face behind your hood. You’re like a hideous toad! Come and catch me if you can!”

 As though Fat Finn thought it was not enough, he made all kinds of dirty gestures at the white-robed figure and even put two middle fingers up at once.

 Finally, the figure in white got mad. He jumped up from the horse and floated up like a feather, extending his hand and grabbing Fat Finn.

 Then, Tang Ling hurled his Grade A alloy sword out of the window. The sword spun as it flew towards the white-robed figure, attempting to cut off his head.

 Tang Ling never hoped that this attack would kill the white-robed figure. In fact, he might not even kill a black-robed figure with it, but any sane person’s instinctive reaction would have been to dodge it.

 Based on Tang Ling’s Precise Instinct calculation, if the figure did not dodge, the longsword would surely damage him. If he did dodge, he would lose his balance and fall to the ground.

 Of course, there was a third outcome, which was the figure deflecting the spinning sword away, but he would have to sacrifice his balance for it. He would then hang on to the pillar beside the window where Fat Finn was and steady his body on that statue beside the pillar.

 There would not be a fourth option.

 As expected, the white-robed figure retracted his hand from Fat Finn. He quickly swung his hand to deflect the spinning sword, and it was then that he lost his balance. He reached out to the pillar and clung on.

 Fat Finn could no longer see the scene because according to Tang Ling’s order, when the figure jumped in an attempt to grab him, he would have to plunge down and run towards the horse as if his life depended on it. As long as he could get on the horse, he would make it out alive.

 When Fat Finn saw the figure in white jump towards him, he was frightened to the core. He disregarded everything and leaped down then ran towards the horse with his eyes closed.

 The wind whistled around his ears as he ran. He had barely done anything this exciting before, and when he opened his eyes slightly, he saw that the other Fallen Knights had reacted to the situation and started to chase after him.

 Without even looking back, he knew the white-robed figure must have responded and must be chasing him.

 With all that in mind, Fat Finn was terrified to the point that he almost peed in his pants. Fuelled by fear, he ran with all his might. His explosive potential made him look like a piece of meat sprinting in the wind.

 He reached the horse in less than three seconds, and without a second thought, he caught the reins and jumped onto its back. His nimbleness certainly did not match his image of a fatty.

 “Bro! Run!” Right after he got on the horse, Fat Finn saw the white-robed figure leap down from the statue that he landed on.

 Terrified, goosebumps exploded all over Fat Finn’s skin. As he shouted at Tang Ling, he tightened his legs over the horse’s back and punched the horse’s rear. He was so serious that he almost broke the horse’s ribs by squeezing it, and after a painful strike, the horse galloped away madly.

 The horse finally sped away! Fat Finn was so nervous that his heart almost popped out of his throat. It was the first time he had ever experienced something so dangerous and exciting.

 Furious, the white-robed figure chased Fat Finn with some of the Fallen Knights following him.

 However, Fat Finn was riding a spooked galloping horse, so the figure and the Fallen Knights would never get to him in time.

 “The coward is always good at running.” Tang Ling was still in the office. He stuffed the lamp into his backpack and jumped out of the window.

 Due to the chaos that Fat Finn had caused, the front yard was in a mess.

 Fat Finn continued taunting the white-robed figure since he was on the horse as he led the figure and the Fallen Knights around in circles.

 No one noticed that the God of Killer had jumped out of the window and landed in the front yard quietly.

 “What’s he worried about? Or is speed not his forte?” Tang Ling noticed the figure in white chasing Fat Finn the moment he landed, but even though the figure was chasing the fatty, he did not seem that intent on catching him.

 Before all this, in order to prevent the white-robed figure from catching Fat Finn, Tang Ling had come up with a backup plan. He told Fat Finn that the second he realized the white-robed figure was quicker than the horse, Fat Finn must ride the horse back into the building.

 According to Tang Ling’s theory, the white-robed figure must have his own task waiting at the entrance, so he did not swarm into the building with the others. As long as Fat Finn made it back into the building, there was a high possibility that the figure in white would stop.

 Tang Ling could also use the situation and sneak into the front yard through the other window.

 However, the white-robed man failed to catch up to Fat Finn on the horse. Since Tang Ling had agreed to work with Fat Finn, he would never abandon the fatty. After a quick hesitation, he decided to take the risk and jump out through the window to reach the yard.

 No one noticed Tang Ling’s presence, but since he decided to risk it, he must seize the moment to recover his strength.

 He stuffed a handful of vicious beast meat into his mouth and armed himself with a dagger and the Blood Bulrush Sword in his hands. Then, he charged straight into the Fallen Knights.

 Kill! He started to kill without hesitation!

 The situation was advantageous to Tang Ling because all the black-robed figures had entered the building. Other than the figure in white posing a threat, the Fallen Knights were not much of a threat to tang Ling.

 Swish!

 Blood splashed! The sharp Blood Bulrush Sword reaped two knight’s lives in a single swing.

 With a reverse grip, he stabbed the Grade A alloy dagger into a Fallen Knight’s chest behind him.

 The smelting technology of the medieval times in the Light Continent was not exactly perfect. Even a Grade A alloy dagger could cut the armor like a piece of paper, let alone the Blood Bulrush Sword.

 With his Precise Instinct running in his mind, Tang Ling was like a shark diving into a pool of fishes when he jumped into the group of Fallen Knights. The massacre was completely one-sided.

 In less than 20 seconds, seven to eight Fallen Knights were dead by Tang Ling’s hand.

 The intervention startled the white-robed figure. He was actually chasing Fat Finn absent-mindedly, but after he saw and acknowledged Tang Ling’s threat, he turned around and sprinted towards the latter.

 “I need more time!” Tang Ling shouted at Fat Finn as he swung his dagger and killed another Fallen Knight.

 When Fat Finn heard what Tang Ling said, he pulled the reins back and made a U-turn to the white-robed figure. The horse galloped side by side with the figure in white robes before it galloped past him.

 “Hey, white toad, did you know I’ve slept with the Fallen Star Saintess that you worshiped so much for a hundred over years? She sure is one fine lady…” Fat Finn acted like a complete pervert at that moment, flashing a smug look while he continued taunting the white-robed figure.

 The figure running towards Tang Ling suddenly stopped and glared at Fat Finn coldly before he changed his target to the fatty again.

 This time, the figure was no longer absent-minded in the pursuit as his anger had reached its boiling point, so he no longer held back and chased with his real speed. He was a lot faster than the horse that Fat Finn was riding.

 “Oh my gosh!” Fat Finn screamed before he rode the horse into the building.

 Tang Ling had killed 13 Fallen Knights and the numbers in his mind were increasing.

 ‘Eliminate Fallen Knights: 18/100.’