Your Big Daddy Is Still Your Big Daddy

The two A-class superhumans following behind only saw the unbreakable turtle shell shattered in an instant.

Before the fragments even hit the ground, William was already sent flying.

He slammed straight through a tree.

The softest persimmon of the four-man group—turns out it had a decent feel when squeezed.

Mo Lin shook his hand, as if loosening up his muscles.

He picked up the walkie-talkie. "One of the targets is already dealt with. Don't say we didn't pull our weight."

There was no response from the other end, but Mo Lin was certain they heard it.

Of course, hearing it was enough.

Mo Lin continued deeper inside, passing the two A-class superhumans, who had no idea how to react.

After all, the pre-op briefing had mentioned that two Yanhuang Awakened would be participating in the joint operation.

So they didn't make a move, at least not yet.

Dongfang Shuye followed half a step behind Mo Lin, gait unhurried. He had no particular reaction to that earlier strike; he'd been with Mo Lin for a while now, and he knew how strong Mo Lin was.

But there was something nagging at him.

"Something's off."

Dongfang Shuye spoke up. "It's been this long—where's that witch?"

"Feels like the Super Youth Squad isn't that impressive. They still haven't taken down the others."

"Because everyone's just going through the motions." Mo Lin didn't even turn his head.

Dongfang Shuye thought about it and didn't press further.

Whatever—they'd just wait and see. Though wasn't the Super Youth Squad supposed to be the ones leading this operation?

And here they were, holding back their own strength.

Boom!

A figure came flying backward out of the forest ahead, moving at extreme speed, carving a long scorched trench into the ground with sparks scattering everywhere, finally stopping less than half a meter in front of Mo Lin's feet.

Mo Lin looked down.

There was a man lying on the ground, charred all over, hair standing on end, clothes burned down to just frames, still emitting wisps of smoke.

Like a charcoal stick just pulled off a grill.

"You gotta be kidding me, buddy."

Mo Lin crouched down, tilting his head to make out the soot-blackened face. "Han Junhao?"

Wasn't Han Junhao supposed to be a big deal?

But the state he was in right now had nothing to do with "big" and everything to do with "burnt."

Han Junhao opened his eyes, and the moment he saw who was crouching in front of him, his expression was more dramatic than if he'd been struck by lightning.

"What are you doing here?"

"You didn't know?"

Mo Lin stood up, brushing off nonexistent dust from his hands. "I'm your key partner here. VIP level."

Han Junhao's lips twitched, probably about to curse, but in the end he said nothing.

Because above the treeline, another flash of electric light ignited.

Golden.

Ivy floated out.

More accurately, she levitated out.

She hung in midair, about four meters off the ground, her entire body wrapped in dense arcs of electricity, golden light illuminating everything around her.

The air carried the sharp, bitter smell of ozone.

Her gaze swept over Mo Lin, his companion, and Han Junhao on the ground.

Given that Mo Lin and his group all had Asian faces, she naturally assumed Mo Lin was also part of the Super Youth Squad.

And since she saw him, she decided to hit him.

Lightning gathered, and a bolt of electricity shot straight at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his hand.

He pressed his thumb and index finger together and flicked.

Just that single motion.

The golden lightning bolt veered off course, striking a pine tree a few meters away at an angle.

Boom!

The trunk exploded, wood chips flying, half the tree toppling over.

The forest went silent for a moment.

"Heh."

Mo Lin looked up at Ivy hovering in the air and switched to English: "Who do you think you are?"

His tone wasn't heavy, even carrying a hint of a smile.

But that smile was a little cold.

"Or rather, who do you think I am?"

Ivy froze.

She began to seriously study Mo Lin's face.

They say Westerners can't tell Asian faces apart—that's true and not true.

Whether they can tell them apart depends on whether the person is worth remembering.

And some people, once you've seen them, you never forget.

Clearly, Mo Lin was one of those people.

"Mo Lin of Huaxia!" Ivy's voice shot up, her golden lightning surging wildly with her emotions. "What are you doing here!"

"To foil the Perseus Bureau's plan, of course."

Mo Lin spread his hands, his tone matter-of-fact. "Otherwise? Here for sightseeing?"

Ivy didn't take the bait.

Both her hands rose, each forming a ball of spherical lightning, arcs crackling and flashing with blinding light.

"Is that so? Then let me see just how impressive Mo Lin of Huaxia really is!"

She hurled both bolts at once, one left and one right, sealing off every escape route Mo Lin had.

"Watch out! Her lightning is strong!"

The one shouting was Han Junhao, paralyzed from head to toe and unable to move, not even bothering to wipe the soot off his face as he yelled at Mo Lin.

But Mo Lin only scoffed with disdain.

"That's just because you're weak!"

He raised his right hand, fingers spread wide.

The two golden lightning bolts stopped less than three meters away from him.

They just hung there, arcs still dancing, but unable to move an inch.

As if gripped by an invisible hand.

Han Junhao opened his mouth, then shut it.

Dongfang Shuye leaned against a tree, arms crossed, looking like he was enjoying the show.

"Playing with lightning, huh..."

Mo Lin clenched his fist, crushing the two lightning orbs into countless tiny sparks that scattered into the air. "Your daddy is still your daddy."

He formed a seal!

Left hand, sword fingers pointing to the sky.

Above, thick dark clouds had gathered at some point without anyone noticing.

Blue light seeped through the clouds—not gold, but blue.

That deep, almost indigo shade.

"Divine thunder, slay! Execute!"

Then the lightning fell.

The blue heavenly thunder struck Ivy dead center as she hovered midair.

She let out a scream, her body convulsing violently as she plummeted from the sky, slamming into the ground and cratering a small pit.

But she wasn't dead.

"Impossible—how?! The Father of Gods granted me an immortal body!"

Ivy, now on the ground, felt her body wracked with unbearable pain.

All she could do was buff herself.

"Immortal body?" Mo Lin stepped closer, looking down at her from above. "Then let's try a few more strikes."

He switched hand seals.

"Heavenly thunder, righteous order! Suppress!"

The second bolt came down. This one was golden, but completely different from Ivy's gold.

Her lightning was erratic and violent, while this golden heavenly thunder was steady and weighty, carrying a pressure that defied description.

Ivy screamed again, her limbs pressed flat against the ground, unable to move.

But a faint white light emerged on the surface of her body—the immortal body's defensive mechanism kicking in, desperately repairing the damage the heavenly thunder had caused.

Mo Lin looked at that white light and raised an eyebrow.

Interesting.

"Dragon thunder, purge! Sever!"

The third strike.

Green.

This bolt wasn't as grand as the previous two; it came down with barely any sound.

But the moment it struck Ivy, she couldn't scream anymore.

Her mouth was open, her throat vibrating, but no sound came out.

The white light flickered wildly, brightening and dimming by turns, like a candle flame in the wind—yet it never went out.