The first two sword strikes didn't injure Hugo. He applied a potion to the wound immediately. Although his vision didn't recover, his other senses remained, so even though Xu Huo moved around him at his fastest speed, it was difficult to leave wounds on him.

However, Xu Huo also noticed another thing: as he shrank the space, Hugo stopped releasing the virus, and he himself was wearing a full set of protective suit, which was completely different from his previous state when using pathogens.

"Two forms?" For safety's sake, Xu Huo slightly increased the distance. He not only used the protective suit but also put on "Oxygen Supply" outside it. At the same time, he brought more monsters to this floor. After repeatedly consuming Hugo's characteristics and items, he gradually figured out some patterns.

First was transforming smaller objects into sharp weapons. Although the frequency of using this characteristic was high, it wasn't completely without limits. Each use required at least a thirty-second interval. Furthermore, whenever he used this move, he would invariably hold the scalpel in his hand. Therefore, it was possibly a combination of characteristic and item.

Second was disease transmission. Just as Bai Kou said, he could release pathogens through his hands. The pathogens used upstairs earlier typically only contaminated a very small area around the point of contact, and he himself was likely immune.

But the pathogens he used for self-rescue just now reproduced extremely quickly. A closer analogy would be the speed of a basin of water poured on the ground spreading out. After releasing this virus, his palm turned black, and he also used a protective suit.

Additionally, the item sewn under his wrist that could turn metal into dust didn't have very obvious limitations. He could use it continuously and freely control the size of the destruction range. However, this item hit a wall with Bai Kou's metal. Although it could damage the metal to a certain extent, it was far from completely dissolving it.

Furthermore, he had some other attack and defense items, but he wasn't as proficient with them as these three.

Hugo couldn't see, which affected his judgment to a certain extent. So when he tried to dissolve the floor or ceiling to escape, Xu Huo used illusions to mask his sense of touch, replacing the surfaces above and below him with doors, gradually deepening the influence of the illusion without him realizing it.

But the combat power of a B-rank player wasn't just empty boasting. If it weren't for the metal walls being effective, the hospital building would probably have been torn apart by him. Moreover, high-level players had quite a few items that could be put to use. Within just a few minutes, he used items in almost every conceivable way. Several times, he even used items to pull Xu Huo out from behind the walls, especially one particular enemy-tracking item—a square plate. Its effect was likely to display the number of people within a certain range. If he hadn't been blind and could only rely on touch, Xu Huo probably wouldn't have gotten off with just injuries.

Having no choice, Xu Huo had to increase the distance from him again and sent over the red wristbands and black wristbands from the ship.

As time passed, most of the survivors on the ship were now more or less affected by the dungeon. Even if their own mental power was relatively strong, if they couldn't completely break through the monsters conjured by others' fantasies, they would also fall into the illusions.

Therefore, when Xu Huo draped the doctor's coat over Hugo, some players who could no longer endure and only wanted to clear the dungeon rushed forward without hesitation.

Most of these people lacked combat experience, but they made up for it with numbers and plenty of items. Hugo killed quite a few people and also sustained serious injuries. Coupled with his blindness, and the fact that no one from the red and black wristband groups recognized him, when he turned the tables and started hunting down the players, those who wanted to retreat also had no choice but to fight him to the death.

Blood and corpses soon covered the corridor. Hugo had one leg caught by a player's flying chain lock, securing him to the metal by the wall. Yet, he didn't use the subcutaneous item. Instead, he swapped the scalpel for a long knife and directly cleaved the item apart.

Noticing this change, Xu Huo modified the portals and released more monsters behind him. This newly generated batch of monsters had a new characteristic: they were immune to some pathogens. This wasn't something he thought up; it was an unconsciously forged trump card by the players who kept charging forward wave after wave.

The pathogen that Hugo himself was immune to had no effect on fantasy creations. After he released the pathogens twice more, his entire hand turned completely black. From then on, he no longer forcibly used the pathogens, switching instead to close-quarters combat with sharp weapons. The "scalpel attack" was indeed convenient for sourcing materials.

"He's killed nearly fifty people! His characteristics and items should be running low by now!" A red wristband player, wrapped in a jelly-like transparent substance, charged and slammed into Hugo.

Hugo used a defensive item to block it, but a player on his left used a characteristic on him, "Disassemble Arm!"

Instantly, his left arm went limp.

Hugo's speed had weakened considerably compared to before, but he still had an advantage against these few players. Raising his hand, he swept the debris on the ground toward the player on his left like a barrage, then made an abrupt mid-air stop, changing direction and charging straight at the jelly player in front, stabbing his knife clean through him!

"Passionate Fireworks!" Another player rushed in from behind, pulling fireworks on him. With several bangs, a large number of sparks exploded around Hugo. Although he retreated from the encirclement the moment it happened, he still lost a defensive item. Before he could land and steady himself, two other players suddenly attacked from the front. One threw out a watermelon, while the other shouted at him, "Air Friction!"

The characteristic took effect first. Hugo's speed visibly slowed, as if the air's friction had suddenly increased. Because his previous speed was too fast, being abruptly stopped caused his protective suit to deform. Before the characteristic's duration ended, the watermelon exploded on him. The splashed juice turned into thick red adhesive mucus, gluing his hands and feet together!

"Great opportunity!" A red wristband player who had been waiting for a chance immediately pounced, about to finish him off in one go. At that moment, a powerful airflow suddenly erupted from Hugo's body, not only blasting away the adhesive mucus but also breaking through the characteristic suppression. The red wristband player was rather unlucky; he was slammed against the wall by the airflow, and the next second, his throat was slit by the scalpel.

Seeming to realize that continuing this bitter fight was pointless, Hugo chose to retreat after dealing with the red wristband player.

Once he ran, the other surviving players hesitated and didn't continue the pursuit. The opponent seemed to have expended a lot, but when seemingly pushed to a corner, he could unexpectedly escape and kill a few more of them in the process. Chasing after him would only add to the casualties. With so many people already dead, they didn't want to die.

Xu Huo understood their mindset perfectly, so he swapped in another batch of people.

Exactly how many people a several-hundred-meter-long ship could hold wasn't specifically counted, but the number of red wristband and black wristband wearers was indeed considerable. Consuming Hugo's combat power wasn't a problem.