F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 238 The Fall of Thor

Thor's rage was beyond everyone's imagination.

His lightning was no longer precise; it was like merciless whips, tearing through the air and ripping apart life itself.

The blood-red light on the demonic blade solidified, and with each swing, it stirred up a cloud of blood mist.

The South American team was completely wiped out in just a few minutes. After letting out a few desperate screams, the team leader was also blasted into pieces by a thick bolt of lightning.

What's even more chilling is that Thor's few remaining bodyguards, those elites who had once loyally followed him, fell one by one under his indiscriminate attacks.

Caitlin narrowly escaped several fatal attacks thanks to her agility.

But the scars on her body testify to the cruelty of this catastrophe.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The "Thor" she followed had now become a demon from hell.

"Fanzi, Thor's energy fluctuations are rapidly decreasing!"

Wang Fugui's voice came through the communicator.

There was an element of disbelief in it.

He could clearly sense that the near-destructive power was dissipating at an alarming rate.

Chen Yifan's eyes held a deep intensity, as if they could pierce through the void.

He "saw" the violent energy within Thor, like a deep lake being drained dry, rapidly reaching its bottom.

The resentment within the demonic blade, while temporarily granting Thor power beyond his limits, also gnawed at his life force like a persistent affliction.

This power ultimately does not belong to Thor himself. It is an illusion prematurely incurred at the cost of life and soul.

"I'm going to make my move."

Chen Yifan's voice was cold.

The instructions are clear.

"Fatty, you protect Xiaoyu. Zhao Hu, you clean up any remaining fish on the perimeter, especially the seriously injured. Don't hold back."

"clear!"

Wang Fugui responded in a deep voice.

He knew this was not the time for womanly compassion.

Chen Yifan's figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He neither deliberately hid it nor flaunted it.

He was like a composed hunter, waiting for the prey to be exhausted at the last moment.

At this moment, Thor's lightning was dimmed, and the blood-red light on his demonic blade had also become weak.

He was panting heavily, his body swaying.

The bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of confusion and weakness.

He seemed to briefly regain his senses from the grip of that violent frenzy.

He looked at the dismembered limbs scattered on the ground, at the corpses of his former team members who had followed and trusted him.

My mind went completely blank.

What happened?

What...did I do?

A severe headache, accompanied by intense physical pain, pulled him back to reality.

He felt his strength rapidly draining away, as if it had been completely drained.

Caitlin struggled to her feet and looked at the swaying Thor.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: fear, sadness, and a hint of... indescribable relief.

"Boss..."

She called out hoarsely.

Just then, Chen Yifan appeared in Thor's field of vision.

He carried a black dagger and walked steadily toward Thor.

Thor looked up abruptly and saw Chen Yifan's familiar face.

The face that he once saw as honest and even a little silly now appeared exceptionally clear, with unfathomable depths in its eyes.

"It's you..."

Thor's voice was weak.

There was a hint of disbelief hidden within.

He remembered.

This demonic sword was "given" to him voluntarily by this "Zhao Hu".

He also remembered that in the moment he lost control, it was as if a force burst forth from the knife, completely engulfing him.

He understood instantly.

From the very beginning, I was the one being schemed against.

Chen Yifan did not answer.

He simply raised the dagger in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

Thor tried to resist, but he had almost no strength left in his body. He didn't even have the strength to lift Mjolnir.

In his hands, the demonic blade was like a heavy piece of scrap metal, devoid of any luster.

"Who...who are you?"

Thor roared in frustration.

Chen Yifan walked up to him and stopped.

He looked at this once invincible "Thor," who now resembled a broken puppet, devoid of any former prestige.

"I'm just a nobody... passing by."

Chen Yifan said softly.

There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice.

The dagger pierced Thor's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no burst of lightning, no skill to block it, and not even a scream.

Thor's body only stiffened for a moment before collapsing to the ground like a statue that had lost its support.

The Void Chip, along with Thor's death, fell from his arms.

Chen Yifan sheathed the dagger and gently wiped it on Thor's clothes.

Then he bent down and gathered up the scattered virtual chips one by one.

Four hundred and thirty-five!

He picked up Thor's identity card and glanced at it.

Logically speaking, Thor's level is already the pinnacle of this game.

If it weren't for the backlash from the Demon Blade, and if it weren't for his carefully planned manipulation, Chen Yifan knew that defeating Thor head-on would be a tough battle.

But now, everything has settled down.

He carefully put Thor's identity card and chips away.

Caitlin stared blankly at all of this.

There was no fear in her eyes, only numbness.

She witnessed the rise and fall of "Thor" firsthand, and all of this stemmed from the unassuming Eastern man before her.

Chen Yifan turned to look at Caitlin.

Caitlin shuddered, thinking that her own end was about to come.

However, Chen Yifan simply said to her calmly:

"If you want to live, stay here and don't move."

Caitlin's heart skipped a beat at that moment.

Chen Yifan ignored Caitlin's reaction.

The rest is up to Zhao Hu.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield.

Zhao Hu has already begun his operation.

Holding his shield, he dealt with the heavily wounded professionals one by one.

This, of course, includes Caitlin.

However, his eyes were wide open as he died.

She thought the other party had let her go.

Chen Yifan only glanced at Caitlin's death from afar.

Then they turned their attention elsewhere.

He only told her to stand there and not move, but he didn't say he would let her go.

Once everyone has cleaned up.

Zhao Hu saw Thor lying on the ground, and he also saw Chen Yifan with a blank expression.

He walked over to Chen Yifan, looked at the mess on the ground, and then at the blood-stained dagger in Chen Yifan's hand.

Zhao Hu felt his chest pounding violently.

"You...you really killed him."

Zhao Hu's voice was dry and hoarse.

Like sand rubbing against each other.

Chen Yifan didn't look at him, but instead gazed into the distance.

"From the moment we got on the same boat, he was destined to be my prey."

His voice echoed through the deathly silence of the ruins, carrying a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Mu Wanqing's holographic projection flashed again in the communicator.

"Chen Yifan, how is the situation?" she asked.

His voice carried an undisguised urgency.

Chen Yifan's lips curled up slightly. This time, he made no attempt to hide it.

"President Mu, your 'gift' is ready."

He tilted the communicator slightly, letting Mu Wanqing see the mountain of empty chips in his hand.

And Thor's body.

On the other end of the projection, Mu Wanqing's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

"You...you did it."