Comprehensive Network: Starting with Martial Artists to Stack Passive Skills

A piece of white bone claw suddenly stabbed out from the shaman's chest wound!

Lu Qingfeng was at a point where his old strength had been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, so how could he possibly dodge it!

"Snap!"

The bone claw pierced through Lu Qingfeng's abdomen, and foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out!

[Warning! Health below 5%!]

[Red Moon Anomaly Special Offer: Undead Parasite (Passive)]

When a Goblin Shaman is near death, it summons a Skeleton Assassin; this unit is unaffected by Red Moon damage reduction.

"...We've been tricked?!"

"grass!!!"

Lu Qingfeng staggered to his knees, his vision filled with crimson.

The last thing I saw was the smile on the shaman's head and the blood dripping from his own bone claws.

[Health Points Reach Zero]

[Death Penalty Activated: Soul Weakness (lasts 6 hours)]

[Teleportation forcibly activated...]

…………

The backyard of the bookstore, on the blue brick floor.

Lu Qingfeng suddenly sat up with a spasm, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.

A tearing, phantom pain shot through my abdomen, and my fingertips trembled as I touched my perfectly intact lower abdomen.

"cough……"

A metallic, sweet taste rose in my throat, and a system notification flashed before my eyes:

[Soul Weakness: All attributes -30%, skill effects reduced by 50%, lasts 6 hours]

[Weekly Challenge: Goblin Tribe (Failed)]

"...The Skeleton Assassin."

He gasped for breath as he opened the web interface, wishing he could tear this damned thing to pieces, a billion pieces!

As he pushed himself up, a wave of weakness washed over Lu Qingfeng's limbs, and he could barely hold onto the Chongyue Sword.

But what's even more painful is the realization:

I relied too much on skill rotation and forgot the warning about the Red Moon Anomaly in the dungeon description.

That's not an environmental effect at all, it's a dynamic trap!

He limped into the bookstore, took out some frozen dumplings from the freezer, and wolfed them down.

【Qi】A gentle warmth flowed through the meridians, but it could not dispel the chill in the soul.

"We must fight again...we must fight again!"

"However, we need to get something really good."

After recovering, Lu Qingfeng stared at the grayed-out [Intercept] icon on the panel, where the recovery speed of his arcane power had dropped from 1 point per minute to 1 point every three minutes.

He suddenly remembered the fire axe and lime powder he had brought into the instance.

This website does not prohibit bringing modern items!

He suddenly stood up and went into the basement to search.

During the six-hour period of spiritual weakness, he had to race against time.

Moments later, with the addition of supplies procured from outside sources, Lu Qingfeng had the following strategic reserves:

Lighter + high-purity alcohol + fireproof gloves + high-temperature resistant glass bottle.

He kept drinking the ginger soup and black tea that was delivered by takeout.

Lu Qingfeng, his eyes bloodshot, stared intently at the notification message on the integrated network:

[Weakened state: 1 hour 23 minutes]

As the countdown reached zero, the figure on the blue brick ground suddenly stood up.

The Chongyue Sword hummed in his palm, and a violent, burning sensation surged through his veins once more. A ferocious smile appeared on Lu Qingfeng's face.

Inside the tactical vest, eight heavy bottles of alcohol were placed close to the body.

[Weekly Challenge: Goblin Tribe (Re-challenge)]

[Enable?]

"Yes."

The blood moon still hung in the sky above the barren hillside, and the bluish-purple goblin army stirred restlessly around the campfire.

But this time, Lu Qingfeng didn't wait for the sentry to spot him.

He crouched low and crept to the downwind side, pulling out a Molotov cocktail from the inside of his vest; the cotton cord fuse glowed red in the moonlight.

"Burn, you scum!"

The lighter clicked sharply, and a flame shot up.

Lu Qingfeng swung his arm and threw the two glass bottles, which drew perfect arcs and landed precisely next to the campfire where the goblins were gathered!

"Bang!"

The flames exploded with a deafening roar, and the tongues of fire instantly engulfed seven or eight goblins.

Its bluish-purple skin curled and charred in the high temperature, and its piercing screams tore through the night sky.

"Ooh-ga!"

The goblin army stirred, but the wall of fire had already been erected, dividing the camp in two.

More than thirty ordinary goblins were trapped inside the ring of fire, shoving each other frantically.

Some even jumped into the campfire to try to extinguish the flames on their companions, only to set themselves on fire instead.

The shaman flew into a rage after the firelight, raising his bone staff high, with a ghostly green light gathering at its tip.

But Lu Qingfeng was prepared.

The third Molotov cocktail hurtled towards the shaman's feet!

"boom!"

Flames climbed up the shaman's robes, and the hunched body let out a piercing scream.

But what was even more terrifying was that, illuminated by the firelight, the skin on the shaman's chest began to crack, and a piece of white bone claw was trying to break through his body.

The skeletal assassin is about to reappear!

"No way!"

Lu Qingfeng's fourth Molotov cocktail accurately hit the shaman's chest wound.

Flames poured in through the cracks, and the bones sizzled and crackled in the high temperature.

The shaman's scream abruptly stopped, his entire body twisted and deformed in the fire, eventually turning into a charred skeleton, with no more bone claws protruding from his chest.

Four bear goblins came charging from the edge of the camp, each step sending rocks flying.

Lu Qingfeng calmly drew his Chongyue Sword and simultaneously pulled out his fifth Molotov cocktail.

"Come on, you beasts!"

When the first goblin's fangs were only half a meter from his face, [Intercept] was suddenly activated!

The world seemed to freeze before my eyes.

He could see the saliva dripping from the goblin, and he could also see the route taken by the other three goblins to surround him.

The moment Chongyue Sword parried the fangs, he used the force to retreat, smashing the Molotov cocktail hard into the withered grass at the bear goblin's feet!

"Boom!"

A wall of fire rose instantly, engulfing all four bear goblins.

Seeing the bear goblin's pained expression as his fur was singed by the flames, Lu Qingfeng felt his frustration dissipate considerably, and his movements became much lighter.

The other two Molotov cocktails were given to the goblin, leaving only one as a spare.

The bear goblin's skin rapidly carbonized in the high temperature, and its howling lasted for several tens of seconds before gradually disappearing.

The embers of the flames flickered under the red moon, and charred goblin remains were scattered across the hillside.

The air was filled with a pungent, strange smell of sulfur mixed with the aroma of roasted meat.

Lu Qingfeng leaned on the Chongyue Sword and panted for a moment, the lingering phantom pain in his abdomen having long been evaporated by the violent power.

He flicked the sticky, filthy blood from the tip of his sword, his boot sole crushing a smoldering bone claw as he let out a sneer.

"Next time I really need to bring a gasoline can—this alcohol is too weak."

However, what's important right now is to verify another hypothesis he has in mind.

Lu Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the goblin he had specially "rescued" from the sea of ​​fire.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Logically speaking, goblins, who are already of low intelligence, should be completely irrational under the debuff of the Red Moon.

But when Lu Qingfeng—this unknown evil being who burned its entire clan to death—stood before it.

The goblin, bound all over, whimpered in fear and twisted his body, trying to get away from the demon.

But this is useless.

Lu Qingfeng gently lifted the goblin's chin with the tip of his Chongyue sword, and the sole of his shoe rolled over its withered fingers, making a faint cracking sound.

The goblin let out a mournful wail, its body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

"The dungeon isn't over yet, right?"

The integrated network panel pops up silently:

[Weekly Challenge: Goblin Tribe (Status: Incomplete)]

[Special Note: 1 surviving monsters detected; dungeon settlement conditions not met]