The Omniversal Merchant-Chapter 192: Don’t Let Them Escape!

Old Bai froze.

That voice... it sounded familiar.

And it seemed to be speaking directly into his mind.

Yet, when he glanced around, the others were still locked in battle, showing no reaction.

Had he imagined it?

"Your Majesty, did you hear anything... strange?" he asked, his tone uncertain.

Ji Wuhui, fending off four wolves at once, frowned in confusion. "Strange sound? No, I didn't hear anything."

Old Bai hesitated.

Did I imagine it?

There was no time to dwell on it—the fight wasn't over yet.

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As the battle dragged on, exhaustion began to set in.

They were fighting in ordinary human bodies, after all.

With every punch, every dodge, their stamina drained faster.

The wolves, too, were tiring—their attacks grew sluggish, their movements less coordinated.

Then—

Another wolf fell.

This time, Wei Qingzhu landed the killing blow.

[You have slain a common gray wolf. +5 experience points.]

Wei Qingzhu blinked.

A voice had suddenly echoed in her ears.

Her gaze flickered to the bottom of her interface—the character information panel.

A new number had appeared.

Experience: 5/20.

A realization struck her like lightning.

In this casual mode world... they could earn experience points by killing beasts!

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And if they filled the bar—could they level up?

She wasn't the only one who noticed.

As more wolves fell, everyone heard the notification.

More importantly, they saw their experience bars fill.

In an instant, the way they looked at the wolves changed.

Gone was the cautious wariness of facing a dangerous predator.

Instead—

Their eyes gleamed with pure greed.

The wolves were no longer enemies.

They were walking treasure troves of experience!

The pack sensed it.

Something was wrong.

The humans' eyes... they were terrifying.

A creeping dread spread among the wolves.

Who was the real prey here?

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"These wolves give experience! Don't let them escape!" Bu Lige yelled excitedly.

He had just killed one himself and confirmed the theory.

By now, more than half the wolves had been slain.

Meanwhile, among the players, only a few mercenaries had suffered minor injuries.

Everyone else?

Just a little out of breath.

The gray wolf leader finally realized—they were losing.

It lifted its head and howled.

Oooh!

A signal for retreat!

The remaining wolves, sensing danger, turned tail and sprinted for the forest.

But—

Did these players look like the type to let free experience get away?

Not a chance.

"You think you can come and go as you please?!"

"Don't let them escape! That's wasted experience!"

"Hold them off! Another three hundred rounds if we have to!"

With wild grins, the players charged after the retreating wolves.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

The wolves had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.

Desperate howls filled the night.

The air grew thick with the scent of blood.

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In the end—

Only one wolf remained.

The leader.

Surrounded. Outnumbered.

It snarled, blood dripping from its fangs, its fur matted and soaked in crimson.

The rest of its pack lay dead.