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Did it succeed?!

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

The Death God was indeed a type of mage.

Its attack power was extremely high, and its agility far surpassed that of ordinary mage players, but conversely, its survivability was much weaker. Often, it couldn't withstand even a single hit.

"Chase!"

Just as they were about to advance, their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

Fang Heng, upon landing, transformed back into his Death God form right on the spot. Instead of retreating, he advanced towards them with incredible speed.

This was bad!

The moment an alien god locked onto Fang Heng as their target, their expression changed dramatically.

Only those who were personally targeted could truly feel just how terrifying it was to be marked by Fang Heng!

Whoosh!

Fang Heng's aura suddenly vanished from sight.

It was impossible to determine from which corner he might reappear.

"Whoo!!"

The Death God materialized on the right side.

The Death God's scythe swept through the air!

"Bang!!!"

The blue crystalline shield in front of the alien shattered with a thunderous boom under the impact.

The exploding ice crystals, mixed with the aura of death, obscured their vision.

Before the alien could seize the chance to counterattack, the Death God's figure vanished once more.

A chill ran down the alien's spine.

In the next moment, the Death God reappeared on his right side.

"Chi!"

A faint sound echoed, and a dark red mark appeared on the alien's neck.

In the hall, everyone was horrified! Even with more than ten people working together, no one could stop Fang Heng's attack, and two of them were even killed on the spot by him!

Everything happened so quickly that they didn't have time to intervene.

Unlike the previous moment when everyone had teamed up to attack Fang Heng, the group that had been chasing him now scattered rapidly, fearful of becoming the next target locked onto by Fang Heng.

"Stop."

The Overseer from Floor 71 materialized in front of Fang Heng, coldly staring at him as he said, "That's enough, Fang Bai."

Fang Heng looked up at the Overseer for a moment, then quickly shifted his gaze away. He glanced at the competitors from Floor 71 who had ceased their actions, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more. He just gave a dismissive glance to the side.

"Hey, Zheng Zheyu, didn't you hear what the Overseer said? It's over. Why are you still standing there? Get to work!"

Zheng Zheyu had been hiding in a corner, afraid of being caught in the crossfire when Fang Heng clashed with Floor 71. Now, he finally peeked out from his hiding spot.

Won... They won?

They actually won?

Even the strongest of Floor 71, Suárés, who was said to be preparing to advance to SSS-level, was defeated?

Not only that but even when everyone from Floor 71 teamed up, they couldn't handle Mr. Fang at all.

So just how terrifying was his strength?

Zheng Zheyu looked at Fang Heng for a moment, his expression somewhat bewildered.

Fang Heng impatiently urged, "Hurry up!"

"Alright, alright..."

Zheng Zheyu responded, emerging from around the corner, and began collecting points from everyone.

The people on Floor 71 had never imagined that Fang Heng would dare to come directly to their doorstep to collect protection fees, let alone that they would end up defeated by him.

Because of this, they hadn't preemptively transferred the points from the invitation card like those on the lower floors.

SS-level competitors could earn significantly more points per week compared to their S-level counterparts.

Additionally, most people didn't immediately spend their points as soon as they received them, resulting in a substantial accumulation.

Zheng Zheyu was even a bit startled while collecting the money.

There were so many?

Altogether, it amounted to a staggering ten million!

It was even more than what could be gathered from sweeping through the entire Floors 60-70 combined!

The Overseer coldly stared at Fang Heng and said in a deep voice, "Fang Bai, do you know that behind these people, there is the shadow of Floor 80? Your previous actions have already displeased them greatly. You might have managed to get through Floor 70, but what about Floor 80?"

Fang Heng shrugged.

"Then let's give it a try."

Floor 80?

He could only stay here for at most three days.

By then, he would have long since disappeared.

"I admire your confidence."

The red fang mask-wearing Overseer glanced at Fang Heng before gradually fading from sight until it completely disappeared.

Fang Heng urged, "Zheng Zheyu! Is it done?"

"Almost done, almost done."

Zheng Zheyu said as he hurried over, handing the invitation card to Fang Heng.

"Mr. Fang, the total is 11.43 million points."

So much?

Fang Heng's surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment.

It seemed these people had been raking in quite a bit. novelbuddy.cσ๓

All from the common folk's hard-earned money.

Confiscated!

Fang Heng glanced at the invitation card and nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go, to the next floor."

Zheng Zheyu's heart sank sharply.

As expected!

This wasn't over yet!

Zheng Zheyu had anticipated that Fang Heng wouldn't give up easily, but hearing Fang Heng actually say they were moving to the next floor was a whole different feeling. His heart tightened with apprehension.

"Let's go."

....

Just like on Floor 60.

When it came to collecting protection fees, the initial two floors faced the most resistance.

By showcasing his strength and dealing with two troublesome parties, Fang Heng found that subsequent efforts were much smoother.

Each floor was aware in advance that Fang Heng was coming. They either attempted negotiations or threats, but once they realized Fang Heng was impervious to persuasion, they obediently handed over their points.

That was until they reached Floor 75.

Zheng Zheyu collected a batch of points and returned cautiously, looking somewhat nervous. He whispered, "Mr. Fang... the situation is a bit..."

"Speak."

"The points I collected are a bit low."

Fang Heng took the invitation card and couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Fang Heng's expression darkened.

A total of just over ten thousand points for the entire Floor 74? That's less than a fraction of what's on Floor 60.

Playing tricks with him?

He might have tolerated a thirty or forty percent shortfall, but this much?

Instantly, Fang Heng's face grew grim.

The assembled competitors on Floor 75 also noticed the change in Fang Heng's expression and felt a wave of unease.

"Ahem, Mr. Fang," an elder stepped forward from the crowd, gesturing toward the upper floors and explaining to Fang Heng with a nod, "Please don't be angry. We have our own difficulties you might not be aware of. On Floor 75, our points are all submitted upwards, unlike other places, so..."

"Of course, I understand," Fang Heng said, observing the elder's clumsy performance with a faint nod. "It's not easy to accumulate points these days. Each floor has its own struggles..."

"But if everyone follows your example..." Fang Heng's tone suddenly turned cold, "how am I supposed to manage things in the future?!"

The elder's expression changed drastically.

"Stop him!"

Fang Heng's figure rapidly condensed on the spot, forming an illusory shadow that quickly leaped toward the old man!

Immediately, the two of them tried to block Fang Heng in front of the old man.

"Whoosh!"

The Death God's scythe swept through.

A dark gleam flashed instantaneously.

"Bang!!"

The two people who tried to shield the elder were blown apart by the exploding dark light.