Just as the feeble man was thinking of some interesting ways to torment Alister, he looked up and witnessed Alister's deep, still black eyes.
"It seems like you don't care if you die," he said with a sneering smile, his tone carrying a hint of anger.
Alister, on the other hand, laughed and looked at him with contemptuous eyes, saying, "Why would I die?"
"Because I want you dead, and you must die," the feeble man replied coldly.
"Your life and death are in my hands."
But in the next moment, he returned to his facade of a gentleman, his tone changing as he said, "Do you know why I want you dead?"
"Not interested," Alister replied indifferently.
There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere.
Then, seemingly due to Alister's series of reactions, the feeble man's emotions suddenly erupted. He looked deranged, gritting his teeth.
"Hehehe... Yes... This feeling..."
His tone gradually shifted from repression to release. He became hysterical, speaking word by word, like a broken puppet:
"Why, why..."
"Why... do you make me so uncomfortable?!" he shouted.
As he spoke, the feeble man's eyes widened suddenly, bloodshot veins spreading, his breath heavy, and his clenched fist trembling.
Anger, jealousy, unwillingness... Various emotions clouded his mind, making him lose control.
"Why is it that I am the one born with an incurable disease, while you!" he pointed at Alister, staring viciously, "have a good appearance, admirers, a life that I dare not even dream of?!"
"Why is it that I finally managed to escape and become a player you can't reach, while you!" he said resentfully, itching to bite his teeth, "have never experienced any suffering and yet became a player?!"
"And why..." he seemed to be grinding his teeth to pieces, "even though your life and death are in my hands, you still dare..."
After a moment's pause, his pale and feeble face turned ferocious, and he said in a low voice, "to disrespect me as your master?!"
"You're seriously ill," Alister diagnosed his condition frankly.
"Hehe... hehehe... hahaha!" The feeble man held his head.
"Yes, I am seriously ill, very ill, and in great pain..." his voice seemed to come from the abyss.
"So, yeah..."
In his ferocious state, the feeble man glanced at Alister with a demonic gaze and whispered:
"You should experience my pain as well."
As he spoke, the feeble man completely descended into madness, spreading his arms as if embracing a beautiful future.
"Not only will I ruin your face and limbs, making you a helpless invalid, but I will also take away your girlfriend, take away everything from you, haha... hahahaha!"
His brain was trembling!!! Hahaha, it feels so good, so good!!
The feeble man's frenzy made the surrounding subordinates instinctively suppress their breath.
Then, the laughter abruptly stopped, and the feeble man, like flipping through a book, returned to normal, giving cold orders to his subordinates:
"Attack."
In an instant, two falling sounds echoed consecutively.
The two players who were escorting Alister hadn't even reacted yet when they were pierced through by shadows and died.
The players who were about to take action froze, hesitating.
The identity of "Shadow" emerged from the pale blue data of the deceased players as the shadows swept over and spread.
Alister had his hands in his pockets and casually asked, "Do you know me?"
Behind him, the martial arts player who had fought Alister swallowed his saliva, recalling the memory of being pierced by the shadow, and subconsciously took a step back.
This was reality, and if you died, you were really dead...
But most people didn't recognize "Shadow," so they only hesitated for a second before cautiously approaching Alister.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me..." Alister sighed.
As his words fell, his psychic energy began to deplete, and Alister activated "Shadow Monarch," directly dominating the psychological shadows of the person in front of him.
"Because you will all die."
"Ah... Aah..." The psychological shadows magnified infinitely, causing the players who approached to immediately lose their fighting spirit. They looked at the raised blade of shadows like crying children.
Pshh, a surge of crimson splashed out.
Alister swiftly swung the shadow blade, expressionless, ending their despicable lives.
The most sophisticated hunt often only requires the most basic methods.
"Do you know how to hunt?" he asked.
Just like that, the expressionless "Shadow" stepped forward like a death god, steadily shortening the distance, as if nothing had happened.
Having witnessed the deaths of their three companions, several players furrowed their brows, thinking of retreating but fearing that their leader would kill them instantly, so they dared not step back.
Since Alister's psychic energy was already depleted, he could only teach the basic principles of hunting using the most straightforward methods.
"The first point is to remain calm during the hunt, conceal your emotions, and quickly formulate a strategy in your mind by understanding the opponent's intentions."
"So it is necessary to observe the opponent's eyes because they contain rich emotions and can easily reveal the opponent's intentions."
Speaking in an indifferent tone, Alister, as if greeting a good friend, dominated the psychological shadows of his opponents.
Then, with an untraceable movement, he cut their necks.
"Fshh..." The sound of blood gushing out.
"That's why, when using conventional weapons like daggers, to ensure cutting the arteries, it's best to insert them to a depth of about four centimeters or even deeper..."
Alister swung away the blood on the shadow blade and continued his explanation, "But because my shadow blade is too sharp, it accidentally cuts all the way through. Please forgive me."
Sounds of falling bodies followed.
Another companion fell, and the remaining people couldn't help but reveal their killing intent, launching their attacks.
"Also, it is recommended to attack the armpits if you want to torment someone. It is difficult to stop bleeding there, and the dense nerve distribution causes immense pain."
"Of course, stabbing the femoral artery is also an option."
The shadow blade mercilessly sliced through the opponents' armpits and femoral arteries as Alister followed his own words.
The death toll reached eight.
"Be careful not to reveal your intentions, meaning, make feint movements..."
"Die for me." "Curse..." "Ugh..."
"While causing the opponents to misjudge, save your energy, and achieve maximum damage with minimal movement."
Blood stained the ground of the secluded alley as Alister calmly and elegantly dispatched his opponents.
The death toll reached eleven.
"If you want to torture, then attack the opponent's armpits. It is difficult to stop bleeding there, and the intense nerve distribution causes excruciating pain."
"Of course, attacking the lungs and groin is also effective. Stab deeply and twist the blade," Alister mercilessly added.
Squish... The blade pierced the flesh.
"Ugh..." Due to the intense pain, the opponent could only beg for breath.
The death toll reached thirteen.
"Lastly, and most importantly..."
Following the instructions, only the feeble man remained in the dark alley. They locked eyes, two incompatible depths.
Suddenly, bang!
Alister, as if he had foreseen it, easily avoided the gunshot, shrouded in shadows, and moved behind the feeble man. He pressed the shadow blade against his neck and casually added:
"And don't get blood on your clothes."
The death toll reached fifteen.
The teaching ended.
Alister, without a drop of crimson on him, the shadows dissipated into nothingness.
He looked back, only to see the quiet alley, devoid of any audience.