Chapter 826: Chapter 826

"Ying Zhen, get me a bottle of water."

As Lin Baici spoke, he headed over to the Goryeo girl, "Who wants one?"

Huang Jinxiang raised his hand.

Li Yintong licked his lips, "Wouldn’t it be nice to have an ice-cold Coke?"

Che Zhengshuo frowned slightly—although it was indeed a bit hot, the game had just begun, so why drink water now?

Gu Qingqiu’s expression tensed as he quickly surveyed his surroundings. Lin Baici’s endurance was undoubtedly the best among these people. His sudden request for water indicated that something unexpected had occurred.

"Won’t the surveillance cameras see us? Will we be penalized for breaking the rules?"

The Lady Boss worriedly scanned the area to see if there were any hidden surveillance cameras in the trees.

"As long as the organizers don’t see us, we haven’t broken any rules."

Quan Sangin was not one to play by the rules, especially after becoming a God Hunter, he knew the rules were made for the weak.

"No ice-cold Coke, but there is ice water!"

Inside Lin Baici’s Black Tripod Bowl, there wasn’t just cola—he also had herbal tea, soda, and beer, but he was too lazy to fetch them.

Though getting things out didn’t require much effort either.

Lin Baici walked over to Kim Myungjin and took out three bottles of water from her backpack. Then, he executed the Winter Long Fist, smashing each bottle in turn.

The water in the bottles visibly froze, and cold vapor escaped, like they had just been taken out of a freezer.

"Yintong, Quan Sangin!"

Lin Baici shouted as he threw the bottled water over to them.

"Thanks, Brother Lin!"

Li Yintong caught the bottle with a slap and was immediately enveloped by a wave of cold air that chilled her hands. She promptly pressed it against her forehead.

Quan Sangin twisted open the bottle and took a sip of the ice water, feeling coolness seeping through him from the Heavenly Spirit Cover straight down to his heels. He couldn’t help but envy, "God Lin, your fist technique is so practical!"

In the future, if he wanted a cold drink, chilled beer, or watermelon in the summer, he just needed to punch it.

Lin Baici teased, "I’ll teach you!"

Lin Baici passed by Huang Jinxiang and handed him a bottle of water.

Huang Jinxiang caught it and was about to express his thanks, then saw him wield the Paramour Pliers and swing it towards him.

Huang Jinxiang was so frightened he nearly lost his soul, instinctively wanting to retaliate. But remembering the image of Lin Baici blowing away Okocha, he wisely chose to cower and beg for mercy.

"God Lin, not the face!"

Huang Jinxiang didn’t even protest, asking Lin Baici what he had done wrong.

After all, if God Lin wanted to deal with him, standing straight and ready to be hit was the best he could do.

The Paramour Pliers grazed Huang Jinxiang’s left arm and smashed into the shrubs behind him.

Branches broke and wood chips flew, followed by a piercing scream.

Huang Jinxiang jumped with fright, immediately dashing forward while glancing backward.

A young man scrambled out of the shrubs, fleeing for his life, his right arm dangling, obviously broken by the Paramour Pliers.

"Damn, was there an ambush?"

Li Yintong exclaimed in shock.

Seeing the man was injured, Quan Sangin immediately pounced, seizing the rare opportunity to kick a man while he was down.

Huang Jinxiang cursed and, after quickly assessing the situation, immediately chased after the male contestant.

That scared me to death!

So, God Lin wasn’t after me but used me as a diversion!

Che Zhengshuo knew his place, and without waiting to be told, he took the initiative to pursue. Still, he couldn’t help but glance at Lin Baici.

This guy, so cunning.

He used the offer of water to distract the hiding contestant, then launched a surprise attack while personally giving Huang Jinxiang a bottle.

"Be careful, that guy is a God Hunter!"

Quan Sangin warned, yet he felt puzzled—how had Lin Baici discovered him?

The man in front was European, tall and strong. Everyone was searching in a line formation and didn’t find him, indicating he must have used some kind of concealment Divine Grace.

Yet even so, Lin Baici had located him.

"God Lin, how did you find him?"

Che Zhengshuo asked curiously.

Lin Baici responded off-handedly, but in reality, it was the scent.

William ran frantically until he ducked into a thick bush.

Quan Sangin arrived, fumbling with a wrist-thick stick, "Damn, God Lin, he’s gone!"

Lin Baici sniffed and pointed in the direction of nine o’clock, "He’s over there!"

Che Zhengshuo and Huang Jinxiang immediately flanked from left and right.

William’s combat prowess was mediocre; his main ability was a chameleon-like camouflage Divine Grace used for scouting and gathering intelligence. Now that the Grace was useless, and his pursuers closing in fast, he decided to give up on running.

William shouted towards Lin Baici, realizing that the Nine States man was the team leader, the one calling the shots.

If it were before, you could run a few dozen meters, dive into the dense bushes, and no one would see you, but not this time.

I’ve encountered my nemesis.

William felt dejected, as his opponent clearly had some sort of divine grace for tracking.

Quan Sangin rushed over and kicked William hard in the stomach.

William glanced at Lin Baici in the distance and didn’t dare to resist; after all, any move could bring about a fatal disaster.

Quan Sangin bellowed, "Hand it over!"

William obediently reached behind his underwear and pulled out a card, a blue one!

Quan Sangin snatched the card away and ran to Lin Baici, bending over and sycophantically handing it to him.

Lin Baici didn’t take it: "Give it to Qingqiu!"

"Captain, my divine grace is of the scout type, with me here, you can quickly assemble the cards and win the championship,"

William, with his hands raised, quickly volunteered himself.

It has to be said, this white man knew the situation and understood that at times like these, stating his value to the team was of paramount importance.

"If you don’t find the next contestant within half an hour, you die!"

Lin Baici said emotionlessly.

William assured, taking a light breath.

He had finally survived!

He looked at the gloves in Lin Baici’s hands, then at Kim Myungjin’s backpack and high heels, realizing they had some space type of taboo thing.

Seeing so many God Hunters gathered together, he knew these were people he couldn’t afford to mess with.

"Captain, my name is William, a Gallican!"

William introduced himself.

"Haha, isn’t surrender your tradition?"

"Today’s insult to France +1!"

Li Yintong burst into laughter.

William glanced at Quan Sangin, thinking, what right do you, a lackey, have to scoff at me?

"Stop talking nonsense and start looking for people!"

Huang Jinxiang urged.

With William leading the way like a bloodhound, they were no longer wandering aimlessly. They followed him, but after twenty minutes, they came up empty.

"Hey, are you any good or not?"

Quan Sangin questioned.

"You don’t have much time left!"

Che Zhengshuo threatened.

"Don’t rush, I’ve almost found them!"

William sniffed fiercely, smelling the faint scent in the air, which was weaker because the person had left some time ago.

Suddenly, Lin Baici darted towards the eleven o’clock direction: "Huang Jinxiang, Quan Sangin, follow me!"

William was startled, what did that mean? Had the captain found the trail?

After they ran over a hundred meters and saw Lin Baici again, he had already gotten a card. At his feet, a God Ruins Aboriginal lay unconscious. This update is available on novelFɪre.net

"Captain, what’s your divine grace?"

William was curious; his own ’Bloodhound tracking’ divine grace gave him a sense of smell that rivaled that of hunting dogs, so why was it not as keen as that of this Nine States man?

Lin Baici offered no explanation.

William led the way, searching even harder for the tracks of the contestants.

Lin Baici watched as the sun gradually sank in the sky, his patience slowly fading.

"Let’s split up and search!"

Lin Baici decided to act alone.

Kim Myungjin volunteered.

"Brother Lin, count me in!"

Huang Jinxiang offered with a smile.

The others were silent, but apart from Gu Qingqiu, Xia Hongyao, and the indifferent Yi Jisheng, everyone wanted to stick with Lin Baici.

"No need, I can go by myself!"

"Then let Jin Ying go with you; you always need someone to do the dirty work!"

Gu Qingqiu suggested, implying that if Lin Baici were ruthless enough, he could use Jin Ying as cannon fodder and bait.

Kim Myungjin didn’t want to separate from Lin Baici.

Lin Baici agreed: "Let’s go this way!"

"Wait, someone’s coming!"

William suddenly spoke up.