The mottled walls on both sides of the alley seemed to come alive. Two stone walls, smooth as mirrors, appeared out of thin air and slowly compressed toward the woman in the middle with the force of a thunderbolt!
The air was squeezed, letting out an overwhelmed wail.
When the pair of palms, capable of disintegrating all matter, was just a meter away from Lin Mo's chest, the woman's forward momentum came to a screeching halt.
She was firmly pinned in mid-air by the two walls and an invisible force, unable to move a muscle.
Immediately after, a tremendous force lifted her entire body upward, sending her flying into the air.
But no matter how she struggled in mid-air, that invisible wall constantly separated her from Lin Mo.
"Just a little bit short." Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Right at that moment, a flash of absolute resolve appeared in the eyes of the trapped woman!
She suddenly opened her mouth!
A green light flashed from within.
Swish!
A spike emitting a faint green glow shot out of her mouth like a bullet, aiming straight for the center of Lin Mo's forehead!
Good heavens, she really was a ninja!
This sudden poisoned needle from the mouth was shot from such a close distance and at such a high speed that absolutely no one else could have reacted in time.
However, that lethal spike stopped just a split second before it could pierce Lin Mo's skin.
It simply hovered less than a centimeter from his eyes, buzzing, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.
Lin Mo reached out and took the needle. It was a poisoned needle, the extremely toxic kind.
It looked like a hidden weapon.
Lin Mo casually pocketed it and shifted his gaze to the woman.
He walked over and placed his hand directly on her head.
"Soul Search!"
The moment it was activated, majestic spiritual energy acted like a massive invisible hand, ruthlessly seizing the woman's soul in mid-air.
The most overpowered skill in the cultivation world—everyone who used it loved it.
Before she could even let out a scream, her body went limp and slumped down stiffly like a puppet with its strings cut.
Her limbs twitched unnaturally a couple of times before falling completely still. Only her eyes remained open, pupils dilated and reflecting the ceiling lights, yet they were as hollow as two dusty glass beads.
She looked like a broken doll.
Lin Mo withdrew his fingers, frowning imperceptibly.
A massive and chaotic flood of information, mixed with countless sharp fragments of emotion, flashed through his mind.
A gloomy dojo, swinging katanas, bizarre chrysanthemum totems, and cold, sterile white laboratories...
Lin Mo also obtained a lot of useful information.
"So she's the descendant of US troops stationed in Japan, an agent working for the Americans."
Born in Japan, she carried a so-called ninjutsu inheritance. She was later absorbed by an Onmyodo sect called the Nine Chrysanthemums Faction, and eventually taken to the US, where she was modified with various technologies to become a blade hidden in the shadows.
This woman's life was like a stir-fry made from rotten cabbage leaves; just the smell of it was nauseating.
The only reason she had come after him was for the ability transfer technology.
"Troublesome."
Lin Mo spat out the word, but this trouble did not refer to his own safety.
He just felt that his plans needed to be pushed forward a bit.
Advancing to the Golden Core stage was imminent.
If he didn't raise his cultivation realm as soon as possible, how could he go to other countries and properly play Homelander, giving those arrogant fools a total physical and mental suppression?
Just thinking about that scene made him a little excited.
He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture of the breathing husk on the ground, and casually sent it to Liu Zheng, followed by two words.
"Clean up."
He got a reply almost instantly; a massive "OK" popped up on the screen.
Too lazy to look anymore, Lin Mo shoved the phone back into his pocket and turned to leave.
By the time he leisurely returned home and brewed himself a cup of hot tea, Liu Zheng's anxious phone call came rushing in.
"Holy shit! Lin Mo! You actually took out the Poison Heart Assassin, that's amazing."
On the other end of the line, Liu Zheng's voice was slightly pitched up, and the background was filled with the gasps and exclamations of others.
"Poison Heart Assassin? Isn't her name Hydra?"
Lin Mo blew on the scalding tea and took a slow sip.
"Hydra is her own codename! Out there, who doesn't call her the Poison Heart Assassin? This woman is ruthless and deadly. Several of our overseas S-rank missions failed because of her! The victims all died in gruesome ways! When I got to the scene, I was dumbfounded. They said she looked like a living corpse. I expected no less from you."
Liu Zheng fired off his words like a machine gun, clearly a bit dizzy from this unexpected surprise.
"Oh, that sounds quite troublesome."
Lin Mo's tone was as flat as if he were discussing the weather. "So, the bounty should be pretty substantial, right?"
"......"
The other end of the line fell into a dead silence for three whole seconds.
Liu Zheng seemed to choke on his own breath, taking a long while to squeeze out a sentence: "I will apply to the Director for it, and I'll submit the application for the last incident at the same time."
"Alright, no rush, but make it quick."
With that, Lin Mo hung up the phone decisively, completely uninterested in hearing any further exclamations from the other party.
He set down his teacup and walked over to the window.
The night was deep, and the millions of city lights looked as tiny as fireflies in his eyes.
A mere Poison Heart Assassin was nothing more than an appetizer for his Homelander plan.
The Americans? The Nine Chrysanthemums Faction?
Since you proactively stuck your faces out, don't blame me for hitting too hard.
Lin Mo swiped open his phone screen. It wasn't a game or a video, but a detailed world map.
His fingertip lightly tapped on the territory of Japan, then swiped across the vast Pacific Ocean, finally landing on the North American continent.
"Once I get there, you guys are screwed."
--System: You haven't even reached the Golden Core stage yet, what the hell are you bragging about?--
After going over the exam papers on the 6th and 7th, it was time for the end-of-term ceremony.
The whole school attended.
After all, the final exam scores had been out for a while. How many students got into which schools, and which students received honors, were all announced one by one during the ceremony.
Only after that did they hand out other levels of certificates and awards.
Lin Mo went up several times and had quite a few certificates in his hands.
However, he just casually rolled them all up together.
After the ceremony ended, they had to return to their classrooms to listen to a safety lecture.
But Chen Xiaoya seemed eager to get off work early too, so she spoke much faster than usual.
"You guys, don't go swimming in wild waters. A lot of people die every year from swimming in unmanaged areas..."
Everyone else was already packed and ready to go, even discussing where they wanted to play during the summer vacation.
Even Jiang Yunlu whispered to ask, "What are your plans for the summer?"
"Going back to my hometown to keep my grandmother company," Lin Mo nodded earnestly.
Then he looked at Jiang Yunlu.
"What about you? Where are you going to play?"
Jiang Yunlu sighed. "I can't. I have to participate in a competition, which means a lot of training, and I also have tutoring classes."
It sounded exhausting just listening to it.
So, Lin Mo said flatly, "Then I'll play on your behalf."
"Hmph!" Jiang Yunlu let out a cute snort!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
