Chapter 618 - 253: Who Says I’m Alone?
Chapter 618: Chapter 253: Who Says I’m Alone?
Lin Ye’s eyes lit up!
If he remembered correctly.
This should be the first "control" type skill he’d ever obtained!
The effects of this skill seemed promising.
The main thing was that he didn’t need to do anything else, just look at the opponent.
In a fight, that was an incredibly easy condition to meet.
Just as he was pondering this, a sharp sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out from behind him, carrying with it an undisguised, piercing killing intent.
Lin Ye’s body dodged to the side almost purely on instinct.
A black shadow, whistling through the air, practically grazed his cheek as it passed, then slammed viciously into the sand where he had just been standing.
BOOM!
Sand and dirt flew everywhere, and an unnerving crater was smashed into the ground.
Lin Ye turned to look.
The ambusher was a burly, bald-headed man. A menacing black scorpion tail was tattooed on his neck, and his gnarled, muscular arms were thicker than Lin Ye’s thighs.
He held a heavy flail, the end of its chain connected to a huge, spiked iron ball, which he was currently lifting effortlessly with one hand.
The burly man grinned, revealing a set of stark white teeth.
"Not a bad reaction, kid. I heard the sounds of a fight over here and came to check it out. Just as I thought, a newcomer."
He shook the flail in his hand, his hoarse voice full of provocation.
"Hand over the fragment you’re holding, and we can both save ourselves some trouble."
The moment the words left his mouth, the smile on the burly man’s face didn’t change, but the killing intent in his eyes surged instantly.
He abruptly swung the flail, and the massive iron ball, with a terrifying whistle, actually circled around behind Lin Ye in a strange arc to attack.
It was heading straight for the back of Lin Ye’s head.
He clearly never intended to let Lin Ye surrender from the start. His words were merely a ploy to distract him.
Lin Ye reached out with an empty hand, and the long spear, Dark Night, materialized in his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the long spear became a blur. Without even turning to look, he precisely parried the whistling iron ball.
CLANG!
The sound of metal clashing echoed along the coastline.
An immense force traveled up the spear shaft, causing Lin Ye’s feet to plow two deep furrows in the sand.
But he used this force not to retreat, but to advance, charging straight toward the burly man!
The burly man’s expression changed slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He gave a ferocious grin.
"Oh? A little interesting."
"Kid, you dare fight me in close combat? You’ve got guts!"
With that, the burly man gripped the flail with both hands and put his full strength into it. The iron ball traced afterimages in the air, raining down on Lin Ye like a torrential storm.
The two were instantly locked in a chaotic brawl, every collision producing a deep, muffled boom.
After exchanging a few blows with the burly man, Lin Ye was also slightly taken aback.
’This guy’s strength is terrifyingly high, and he’s extremely fast.’
’A Martial Artist who can match the strength and speed of my base form is already extremely rare.’
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「Meanwhile, in the conference room of Longyin Academy.」
A scene on the large screen showed the fierce battle between Lin Ye and the burly man.
Yi Jiugao and the other examiners had also noticed the outbreak of this fight.
For the past two days, just as they had guessed, most of the participants had chosen to form teams.
Whether they were united in appearance but divided in heart, or each had their own ulterior motives, since their goal was to find the ancestral land, teaming up was certainly the first choice.
What they hadn’t expected, however, was the existence of participants with hidden identities.
The goals of these people were likely completely different from the others.
All the examiners were waiting.
Waiting for the moment betrayal and conflict would erupt.
Hou Guanghe raised an eyebrow, holding his teacup.
"Oh? Finally, a proper conflict."
Yi Jiugao pulled out the file at his side, glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "The one who ambushed Lin Ye is a Martial Artist recruited from the public this year named Ren Qiyu. His cultivation is at the mid to late stage of the Divine Realm."
"His Martial Arts Spirituality is the S-rank ’Battle Blood Boil.’ He was born with strength, speed, and defense far exceeding that of an ordinary person."
"Moreover, as the battle progresses, his strength, speed, and defense will continue to increase exponentially."
"Although it’s a spirituality without too many fancy mechanics, its advantage lies in overwhelming skill with raw power. In the face of absolute strength, many techniques become meaningless."
"The flail he’s using is also a Spiritual Artifact. It’s clearly a heavy weapon, yet his style is incredibly bizarre. His overall combat power is considered middle-tier among this year’s assessment candidates."
Sun Lie seemed to have some reservations about Ren Qiyu’s ambush and sneered.
"Looks to me like this kid is just trying to take a shortcut, picking on the weakest target. But for a little guy at the Gang Condensation Realm to not be defeated by an ambush is pretty impressive."
Mu Qingyin, however, just frowned slightly and said nothing.
On the screen, Lin Ye and Ren Qiyu were locked in a stalemate.
Ren Qiyu swung his flail in an impenetrable barrage, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.
The giant iron ball formed a death zone around Lin Ye, kicking up clouds of sand.
Lin Ye, on the other hand, was agile. In his hands, the spear Dark Night was like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea. Whether he was jabbing, thrusting, flicking, or smashing, every attack landed precisely on the weak points of the flail, attempting to restrict Ren Qiyu’s assault.
The spear and flail collided continuously, sending sparks flying.
Lin Ye used skill to overcome force, deflecting the impact of the flail while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.
Every one of his thrusts carried a sharp Gang Sha, yet it had little effect.
’His Defense Power is so high.’
’It seems he’s just like me.’
’A "stat monster" type.’
’His basic attributes are through the roof, but it seems he doesn’t have any of those fancy spiritualities.’
As the two battled, Lin Ye’s gaze met Ren Qiyu’s fanatical eyes in mid-air.