Clark's creepy smile once again started to appear on his face, with a beaming yellow creepy smile he opened his mouth and said,
" Hello, my Little Lamb, do you wish to live? ".
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Suddenly, the screen changed and started to display another group who was unknowing of the massacre,
The screen had started displaying us a group of hard workers in the bunch.
A group of five people was busily engaging in setting up their traps and had planned to wait and prepare to trap and hunt down their prey.
They have already set up their rope lines and bear traps and were now digging the pits to create pitfalls and spikes.
The group had made use of the terrain and the river to help them lay traps, even though they are on right track and have tried the hardest among the participants it wasn't enough.
Since they had zero to no experience in hunts they weren't doing a good job, to be honest, almost all of their traps were easily predictable and one-fourth of them were completely useless. Even goblins can better job than these guys.
Wait why am so angry at them??.
Even if I was there, I don't think I would have done a better job?? Seems like Clark's way of killing those two has affected my state of mind.
*sigh* Back to the topic in hand....
So the main point here is, that Clark is a veteran 'A' class adventurer with a huge ass amount of experience on his hand, so the chances of a veteran adventure like Clark falling for these traps are zero to none.
Thus, the situation leads to making all these plans and traps. Well, I just hope some miracle happens and at the very least, these guys could actually injure him.
Suddenly, The screen changed and started displaying the North side of the camp where the previously calm Bushes were now shaking as though something was approaching them at a high speed from the North.
*Snap*...*Ahhhhhhh*
Shortly the group heard the sound of something being caught in one of the bear traps they placed on the Northern bushes of the camp which was followed by loud screams.
The group was so they immediately ran to the Northern side of the camp to check on the bear traps.
But before they were about to enter the bushes number 'two' wanted to stop them so they can proceed with caution but others were in no mood to listen to his advice they immediately entered the Northern Bushes.
Not being able to control his team face-palming himself number 'two' also entered the bushes following his team. He was following a little behind his teammates, so his team reached place first.
And when they reached the place where the screams rang to meet their prey. But what awaited them was only a bloody figure of an exhausted participant.
It was none other than participant number 'one', who was covered in blood from head to toe, he looked so torn and exhausted and his half-dead figure had one of his arm missing, and now even though his leg was caught in a bear trap he was still trying to flee.
Just as the group was about to save him and question him about what had happened to him, they suddenly heard a * thud * followed by a cheerful but creepy voice from the branches above their heads that
" Ohh, Looks like we will be having a new set of participants in our game, Little Lamb!!."
As soon as the voice was heard the struggling participant number 'one's body started shaking like a washing machine on a dryer mode on an uneven surface.
Looking at number 'one's reaction the four people on the number 'two's team were confused but Before they could even react a huge figure directly jumped in mids of them.
*boom*
The figure directly jumped on the spot where number '1' was previously struggling, the figure had jumped on number 'one' by shoving him into the ground breaking his bones.
The fall wasn't able to completely kill the number 'one' but the figure suddenly lifted one of his legs and with a *boom* he smashed the head of number 'one' and turned him into a bloody mess. The kick still wasn't been able to completely blow the life out of number 'one' looking at still struggling number 'one' the figure said,
" Such a tenacious Little Lamb, your role is over now GET SOME SLEEP."
The figure then ferociously once again lifted its leg and stomped at the face of number 'one' with even more force. Alas after the last kick the bloody mess which previously had little movement was completely dead now.
The figure after smashing number 'one' into a bloody mess lifted his head and looked at the group in front of him and said.
"Now It's our time to play"
Looking at the scene that had just conspired in front of them the group of four participants number '6', '8', '9', '10' had their shit scared out of them.
As though, they have already planned everyone in the group immediately tried to turn around and tried to escape into the bushes behind.
Alas, The senile old creep Clark was not interested in letting them escape and before they could do so as soon they turned their backs to him Clark raised his long sword and swung it.
*swish* ≤horizontal slash≥
The long blade which was swung in a horizontal path had no resistance, it easily passed through the participants from right to left like a hot knife passing through butter. Killing numbers '8', '9','10.
The part near the handle passed through the first person from the right while the middle part cut through the second person and the latter part was able only to reach the third person.
Three of the participants who had turned around to run into bushes were cut down in a single swipe of the sword.
" Ahhh!! Seems like I wasn't able to get all of them in one swing and the sword couldn't reach the last lamb."
The disappointed voice of the crazy old creepy was heard by the last surviving guy.
The reason the last person was able to escape was only that the sword wasn't long enough and it couldn't reach him after passing through three people.
But the main reason was he was lucky.
As soon he realized the real reason for him not dying was only that the sword was not long enough, he immediately made a mad dash towards the bushes.
Seeing the prey running away from him the old crackpot immediately went after the prey to finish it off.
But due to a mad dash and not being able to realize where he was going the last survivor number 'six', stepped into one of the traps that his team has laid for their prey, it was a wire trap.
What can he do? He can only curse his bad luck.
The wire trap tripped number 'six' and made him fall head first but luckily the ground was a little slope he used this chance to roll forward and escape into bushes.
Not knowing what had happened behind him, he had just escaped the clutches of death twice in a row.
Actually, after missing number 'six' in his first swing Clark had dashed toward number 'six' and had jumped up in the air to perform a vertical slash and cut him into two but just as he was about to slash number 'six' once again got lucky he tripped over the trap and escaped
Looking at the scene that had happened before him the Old Creep had his eyes wide open. Looking at the fleeing figure of number 'six'.
The shock on his face was not something that a hunter would have when he see his prey run but it was those of a person who found a gem in a pile of horse shit.
Looking at the escaping figure he muttered.
" Little Lamb with an Awakened 'Hidden' status"