Chapter 159: Cai Kun’s Day of Humiliation

After Cai Kun took a few steps forward, he suddenly heard a sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt.

His heart sank; this could not possibly be Wang Chen.

Sure enough, a robust wild boar, weighing around four to five hundred pounds, appeared in Cai Kun’s sight.

The boar’s vision was hindered by the smoke, relying mostly on its sense of smell.

Snuffling its nose, as if it had caught the scent of some delicious delicacy, it charged toward Cai Kun.

Cai Kun’s face changed drastically. The damned smoke had obscured his vision, allowing the ferocious beast to get so close before he noticed. For someone in his profession, being caught this close was extremely dangerous.

He swung his hand, deploying a blood net, hoping to block the boar’s advance.

But as soon as the blood net covered the wild boar and tightened, the boar suddenly kicked back with its hind legs, breaking through the net.

Scarlet blood scattered, like a cluster of glistening crimson jewels.

Before Cai Kun could even turn around, the boar charged fiercely, knocking him to the ground.

He screamed in terror, struggling, but he was no match for the thickset wild boar.

Just the boar’s weight alone—four to five hundred pounds—was enough to pin down Cai Kun, who did not specialize in physical strength.

“This is it! I’m going to be eaten by this beast!” Cai Kun thought in despair. He had never experienced death before.

Even with a resurrection point, he felt a wave of fear.

Yet, just as he closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, he realized the boar had no intention of eating him.

Instead, it pressed its massive body down on him, moving up and down.

Though the boar’s weight pressed hard against his insides, causing a bitter taste in his throat and forcing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, it clearly wasn’t trying to devour him.

Cai Kun was stunned for a moment before suddenly understanding what the boar was doing.

He roared in humiliation, “You beast! If you’ve got the guts, just kill me!”

But the boar ignored him, continuing its undulating motion, even moving its hips toward Cai Kun’s face.

“No—” Cai Kun screamed in terror. His fingers flickered, and a jewel-encrusted dagger appeared in his hand.

He grasped the dagger with his right hand and stabbed at the boar’s abdomen.

However, the blade could not pierce the hard layer of mud that covered the boar’s body.

Instead, Cai Kun’s flailing movement angered the boar, which planted a powerful front hoof on his right hand.

Then with a sudden kick and pull of its hind leg muscles, it tore Cai Kun’s arm clean off.

His bloodied right arm flew off, rolling twice on the ground before disappearing into the dust.

“Ahhh!” Cai Kun howled in agony. The tearing pain from his severed arm almost made him lose consciousness.

But the wild boar paid no mind and, having silenced Cai Kun’s struggling, resumed its rhythmic motion.

...

Not far away, Wang Chen and Long Wushuang watched this scene unfold.

Long Wushuang murmured, “So brutal.”

Faced with such a bloody spectacle, his stomach churned violently.

Wang Chen felt uneasy as well.

He hadn’t intended to treat Cai Kun so harshly; he had only planned to leave a wild boar as an ambush.

When Cai Kun approached, he would have dispelled the “Song of Reason” and unleashed the “Berserk” skill on the wild boar.

In the smoke-obscured environment, the boar would naturally attack the nearest target—Cai Kun.

Cai Kun wouldn’t escape unscathed.

This would serve as revenge for Cai Kun’s attempt to cripple Wang Chen.

But what surprised Wang Chen was that, perhaps because Cai Kun controlled the boar’s blood and carried its aura, the boar mistook him for kin.

The frenzied state triggered by the “Song of Reason” explained the boar’s savage treatment of Cai Kun.

At this point, Wang Chen let things be.

He had to admit, this scene might be the true form of retribution for Cai Kun, who would resurrect anyway.

Wang Chen shifted his gaze and said, “Let’s go. The test time is almost up; we can leave. Besides, we’re already ranked first.”

He patted Long Wushuang’s shoulder, but the latter showed no reaction, his eyes fixed on something.

Following Long Wushuang’s gaze, Wang Chen saw Cai Kun’s severed arm lying there.

“Fatty, what’s wrong?” Wang Chen frowned. Long Wushuang’s expression was strange, almost vacant.

“Look, that ring is so beautiful,” Long Wushuang muttered, staring intently.

A ring? Wang Chen glanced over and saw a silver ring on the finger of the severed hand.

Whether it was his imagination or not, the silver ring emitted a faint red glow, a light that instinctively set Wang Chen on edge.

“I feel something’s wrong. We need to leave quickly...” Wang Chen hadn’t finished speaking when Long Wushuang lunged toward the severed arm.

He pulled the silver ring off and held it in his hand, his eyes burning with fanatic zeal.

Wang Chen immediately swung his staff, “Song of Reason!”

A faint, ethereal chant sounded from the staff’s tip, gradually becoming clearer, as if musical notes were dancing in the air.

They floated above Long Wushuang’s head, circling around him.

As the notes swirled, the fanaticism in Long Wushuang’s eyes began to fade. “What’s happening to me?” he asked.

“You nearly sewed that ring onto your hand just now!” Wang Chen said anxiously. “That ring is weird—throw it away, let’s go!”

Long Wushuang looked at Wang Chen in confusion, then at the ring. “Do I really have to throw it away?”

Danger! The fanatic gleam reappeared in Long Wushuang’s eyes!

Wang Chen swung his staff again, the chant once more circling above Long Wushuang’s head.

Taking advantage of the moment when Long Wushuang’s gaze cleared, Wang Chen snatched the silver ring from his hand and flung it far away.

He then grabbed Long Wushuang and hurried off.

Long Wushuang stumbled for several steps but kept regaining clarity, looking at Wang Chen in bewilderment.

“Bro, what just happened?”

“I don’t know,” Wang Chen said, still unsettled. “Anyway, that ring is dangerous. Don’t get near it.”

“It’s like, when you get close to it, your eyes see nothing but the ring.”

“As if the ring possesses your soul.”

A trace of belated fear appeared on Long Wushuang’s face. “That’s terrifying! What exactly is that ring?”

“Who knows where Cai Kun got it. I suspect his mania is related to the ring,” Wang Chen pondered. “Tang Ruotong’s sudden brainwashing was probably because of that ring too.”

“Damn! Good thing we never gave Cai Kun the chance to use that ring on us! Otherwise, we’d be done for today!” Long Wushuang said.

Wang Chen frowned. “Not necessarily. That ring didn’t seem to affect me. I wasn’t drawn to it at all.”

“Maybe having a high mental attribute gives you resistance to that ring,” Long Wushuang speculated. After all, neither he nor Tang Ruotong specialized in mental attributes, so it made sense they were affected.

Wang Chen’s immunity further supported this theory.