Han Junhao's scalp went numb.
He couldn't have imagined Lin Mo being this terrifying.
Three heavenly thunderbolts, three different colors, each one countless times stronger than the one he'd taken. If it had been him, the first one would have been the end of it.
Oriental Leaf finally straightened up, brushed the dirt off his knees, and strolled over to stand beside Lin Mo.
He looked from a distance at Ivy in the pit.
The woman was still convulsing down there, green arcs of dragon lightning crawling across her skin, sending spasms through her body every few seconds.
"Can't kill her?"
"That's not the case."
Lin Mo stretched lazily. "One more bolt and she's done for. I deliberately didn't use Heavenly Thunder Fivefold Strike—if the super five-in-one came down, there'd be nothing left of her, not even bones. I held back."
Oriental Leaf's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.
Held back.
That woman who could command reality with her words, you slammed her into the dirt with a single move and she's still twitching down there—and you call that holding back.
Lin Mo had already started walking forward, not even glancing at Han Junhao as he passed.
Han Junhao was picking himself up off the ground, covered in dust and soot, his clothes singed all over.
"Han Junhao."
Lin Mo called out without turning around. "You're the witness here. I did my part—don't go saying I was slacking off."
Having dealt with two people back to back, Lin Mo had no intention of continuing to fight.
Han Junhao didn't respond. He took a deep breath and turned to head back toward where they'd been fighting Ivy.
Smiling Face was still over there—that guy who could only manipulate emotions had been helpless against Ivy's thunder and lightning. Someone needed to check if he was dead or alive.
Lin Mo stopped at the edge of the pit and stared down at Ivy.
The dragon lightning was still tormenting her, green light flickering in the darkness, making her face alternate between bright and shadowed.
She gritted her teeth, not making a sound, but her body had already stopped obeying her.
Oriental Leaf caught up and stood beside Lin Mo, also looking into the pit.
"What's her deal?"
"Ivy. Her ability description is 'bestowed by the Father of the Gods'—I'm guessing it's tied to Western mythology. In practice, it's about equivalent to 'whatever she says, happens,' but there should be limits."
Oriental Leaf was silent for two seconds.
That's command over reality, then.
He knew exactly how much weight those four words carried.
If developed far enough, that kind of ability had practically no ceiling.
Maybe only Director Long could have taken her down, except Director Long couldn't leave China.
"Exactly the kind of opponent you couldn't beat." Lin Mo struck the nail right on the head.
"To be precise, she's the all-rounder of this four-person team. A six-sided fighter—offense, defense, adaptability, versatility. She can handle any situation."
He paused, then added: "Too bad she ran into me."
If anyone else had said that, Oriental Leaf would have called it arrogance.
But the way Lin Mo said it, plain and matter-of-fact, it didn't sound like boasting at all.
And the facts backed it up.
The woman who commanded reality with her words—three bolts of lightning.
"You're not going to kill her?"
Oriental Leaf couldn't help but look at Lin Mo, curious.
"No rush. It hasn't even started yet."
Lin Mo was confident. He'd held back from the very beginning—against Ivy, and against that turtle-shelled William too. He'd saved his strength for both of them.
The moment those words left his mouth, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble.
Not the lateral rocking of an earthquake—it was power pushing up from deep below, layer after layer of soil being shoved aside, debris flying everywhere.
Boom!
Oriental Leaf instinctively stepped back two paces, and then he saw it.
A dragon.
Earthen yellow, Western dragon in shape—great wings, long tail, four legs.
The entire dragon burst forth from underground, kicking up a blinding cloud of dust, wingspan at least thirty meters. Every scale on its body was compacted rock and soil, a looming black monument under the moonlight.
Standing on the dragon's head was a man.
Eric. The driver.
Oriental Leaf craned his neck to look at the earth dragon, his throat bobbing. "How strong can something this big be?"
"Stronger than you, anyway."
"...Can you stop using me as the benchmark?"
"Isn't that the clearest way to help you understand the reality?"
Lin Mo's gaze locked on Eric.
Of these four, William was the tank, Ivy was the all-rounder, Sam was the shooter, and this man who'd spent the entire trip silently playing driver—he was the true ace up their sleeve.
Child of the Earth. Eric.
What could Lin Mo do? His Human Emperor Banner was housing a few people from the Divine Eye Bureau, after all.
Oriental Leaf dropped the joking around and took a serious look at the earth dragon coiled in the air. The dragon's tail swept across the ground, carving a half-meter-deep trench—just a casual flick, and the destructive power was on full display.
Just then, rustling sounds came from the grass nearby.
Both of them turned to look.
It was Smiling Face.
He crawled out from the bushes, leaves and mud clinging to his clothes, but the smile on his face was as flawless as ever.
Smiling Face looked around—first at Lin Mo and Oriental Leaf, then at the earth dragon in the distant sky, and finally at the pit on the ground.
"Sorry, have you seen Han Junhao? Is he alright?"
His voice trailed off as he caught sight of Ivy in the pit.
Green dragon lightning was still dancing over her body, her eyes rolled back white, but she was still breathing.
Smiling Face stared for a second, then reached behind his waist and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
Metal, but etched with dense patterns—probably the Korean knockoff version of a superpower-suppression cuff, designed specifically to restrain awakened abilities.
He jumped into the pit, quickly clamped the cuffs around Ivy's wrists, then hauled her up by the collar, climbed out, and dusted off his hands. He looked up at Lin Mo.
"Mr. Lin Mo did this, I take it? I'll report that to higher-ups. Thanks for the cooperation."
"Just don't forget what you promised us."
"Of course."
Smiling Face hoisted Ivy onto his shoulder and started walking away. He took two steps, then looked back, his ever-present smile revealing nothing.
"If you see Han Junhao, tell him I'm heading back to turn in first. I'm a man who values his life, so I won't be sticking around for that kind of excitement over there."
With that, he left without looking back.
Oriental Leaf opened his mouth, about to say something—like, are you seriously just letting him take her? Isn't that handing over the credit for nothing?
But Lin Mo shot him a look, and the meaning was clear: don't talk.
Oriental Leaf shut his mouth.
Smiling Face dragged Ivy back toward the command post. Halfway there, he came across William, lying on the ground.
The mountain of a man was face-down in the grass, a clear handprint stamped across his face, his clothes burned through.
Still breathing, but completely unconscious.
Smiling Face crouched down and pulled another pair of suppression cuffs from his other pocket.
As he clicked the cuffs onto William's wrists, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Not his standard professional smile—this was genuine amusement.
He wondered what the Divine Eye Bureau would look like when they heard about this.
Dragging one person under each arm, he headed for the command post.
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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!
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?!
