The headless body swayed and collapsed to the ground as the illusion of the giant spirit god shattered and disappeared. Blood spurted out, even the pumped-out blood becoming a fountain, thanks to the powerful blood supply ability of the awakened individuals.
As the blood rained down, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.
Originally ecstatic, the crowd, who thought they had the victory in their hands, seemed as if someone had pressed the pause button. Expressions froze, psychic energy flickered in their hands, and the prepared skills seemed to have been extinguished. No one dared to make a move again.
Everyone incredulously watched everything before them, observing Clark lowering his raised arm again.
What a terrifying gesture it was.
Just a casual flick of his finger, like squashing an ant, instantly killed the strongest in the academy. Is this a person... or a monster?
As an Awakener with both offensive and defensive talents at the Dual Awakening level, Norm's strength was already engraved in their hearts. They had never imagined that Norm, who could single-handedly fight The Licker and crush all Awakeners alone, would die so ridiculously.
The blown-off head couldn't even find a complete piece, only a blood mist on the ceiling hinted at what had happened.
Without any resistance, they didn't even know what Clark had done.
Unlike the ignorant crowd, Ira, as a psychic Awakener, was horrified, as if a violent storm was raging in his mind. His mental power far exceeded those present. In his perception, when Clark pointed that finger, an irresistibly powerful mental force poured out, turning into invisible thorns that instantly shattered Norm's consciousness and destroyed his will!
The subsequent psychic shock easily burst his brain, blowing it to pieces! Ultimate violence, the pure attribute overwhelming!
A bitter smile, despair.
He looked at the crowd, who still didn't know what had happened, with a lifeless face.
If his mental power was a 10, and an ordinary Awakener was a 5, then Clark...
He was a 50!
"Clark!"
"Clark!"
Lynn and Dirk quickly gathered behind Clark, and Dirk dragged Arnold's broken body with red eyes.
"I'm sorry... Arnold."
His voice choked, Dirk lowered his head in shame. Although the sudden attack had nothing to do with him, in his heart, as the leader of this plan, he had an undeniable responsibility.
However, Clark just glanced helplessly at the miserably injured black bear. Death was certain to be avoided, but severe injuries were inevitable.
Contrary to what Arnold and the others had thought, Clark had truly let them handle this matter on their own. Having survived for three years in the apocalypse, Clark had witnessed too many conspiracies, unexpected situations, betrayals, and accidents. Relying on just three people to subdue the academy without killing anyone was nothing short of wishful thinking.
So, from the beginning, Clark had been quietly observing and protecting. Anytime there was a deadly danger, he would intervene immediately. Unlike in movies where team members seek revenge after a death, waiting until a critical moment to appear was not his style!
Arnold remained unconscious, and Clark didn't bother to pay him any attention. Since he had learned tissue regeneration, Lynn could share his psychic power later, and Arnold would be bouncing around as if nothing happened tomorrow. Clark had lost count of how many times this had occurred. Arnold was like an indestructible cockroach, getting half-killed every time he encountered an enemy.
Suppressing the frustration, Clark looked at the people still in place. He smiled gently. "Anyone who laid a hand on him, step forward."
Trembling, most of the crowd had attacked Arnold. The few who hadn't acted were either hindered by not being long-range or hadn't managed to get close in time.
"3 seconds."
"My patience is limited."
The countdown to death.
Clark still wore a smile, but his words sounded like a demon's whisper in the ears of the crowd.
"3."
The crowd hesitated. In the end, seven people, trembling with fear, stepped forward. They were all elemental Awakeners, and their skills naturally manifested immediately.
"2."
As the countdown was about to end, everyone felt uneasy, holding onto the belief that Clark probably wouldn't actually kill so many people.
The last two long-range Awakeners who had yet to act exchanged glances, unwilling to step forward with a sense of luck.
Who knew what fate awaited those who stepped forward? Maybe Clark hadn't noticed? After all, as physical Awakeners, the damage they caused wasn't as conspicuous as that of elemental Awakeners.
As the countdown ended, there was no anticipated pointing finger. Clark simply nodded slightly and then looked at the three who hadn't stepped forward.
The skill of the Divine Sting, an upgrade of the Judgment Eye, actually didn't require any casting action. Pointing a finger was just a spontaneous act on his part. As long as he wished, even facing away from the target, he could launch the Divine Sting under the lock of psychic power.
Before the three could secretly rejoice:
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Like the explosion of firecrackers, the three Awakeners among the crowd instantly died a miserable death, without a sign, without warning. The fragments of their exploded heads splattered on their faces, and no one dared to wipe away the bloodstains.
Compared to the more mysterious attack method of a void-pointing finger, this bizarre scene completely destroyed everyone's psychological defenses.
"Plop."
Swaths of Awakeners knelt on the ground, the first few who had stepped forward were half grateful and half terrified.
"I'll join! I'll join!"
"I was wrong! I'm just a dog, a beast! Just let me go!"
"Big brother, I beg you to spare us!"
"We really dare not anymore, it was the principal, no! It was the vice principal who made us do it!"
"Don't kill me... please don't kill me! I'll do anything, anything!"
Like a line of bowing insects.
No one wanted to die, especially in a way where their heads exploded without even knowing how they died. This kind of death was unacceptable to anyone.
The meeting room echoed with cries and screams. The Awakening who were once arrogant and unrivaled now knelt before Clark without any dignity, begging for mercy. The girl from the dance department, who had been serving in the meeting room like a servant, felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.
So... Awakeners are no different from ordinary people. They fear death too...
Clark sighed softly. If only he had known, why bother with all this from the beginning? Ignoring the terrified crowd, Clark turned his gaze to the seemingly composed Ira.
"Do you realize..."
"I didn't notice you making a move?"
Damn it! Ira was horrified. Although he knew that Clark might be a psychic Awakener, he had harbored the same kind of wishful thinking as the previous three. He had hoped to get away with it, especially since as long as Arnold remained unconscious, Clark might not discover that he had intervened!
But now that he had been noticed, he had to fight for his life no matter what! Even ants clung to life, let alone him?
"Psychic Slash!"
Without hesitation, Ira exerted all his psychic power, frantically activating his talent skill. Instantly, a force much stronger than the previous curved transparent psychic slash shot towards Clark's consciousness.
However, it was like a drop in the ocean. The formidable psychic slash couldn't even delay Clark's steps. He looked at Ira with interest, dressed in white, appearing cultured and refined. Psychic Awakeners were quite rare, and he was the first one Clark had encountered.
As psychic Awakeners, these players typically had agile minds and unpredictable attack methods. In the mid-game of the game, most players didn't even have basic weapon equipment, let alone specialized gear to defend against psychic damage. Psychic attacks ignored defense, couldn't be dodged, and could only be resisted head-on.
Therefore, each psychic Awakener could be considered a trump card in various safety zones.
Ira struggled to raise his throat, his hands trembling. How could this be... with no effect at all! He had clearly unleashed his strongest attack, and compared to the psychic slash aimed at Arnold, the consumption of his psychic power this time had almost drained him.
"Why..."
"Are you... human or a monster after all?"