The moonlight dimmed, and the snow fell heavier.
Whether it was the late-night chill or the Human Sovereign Banner in Lin Mo's hand, the air seemed to drop a few degrees.
He controlled the Demon Witch's smile to let out a cold laugh.
"Lin Mo, you're far too arrogant. The might of the Demon Witch—how could someone like you—"
Before he could finish.
The Demon Witch's hands clenched into fists in the void.
The power of space spread out, and the space within three meters around Lin Mo began to violently twist and collapse, the air squeezed into a sharp shriek.
If that fist fully tightened, Lin Mo would be pulled into a spatial rift, not even ashes left behind.
Erased from this world entirely.
Lin Mo snapped his fingers.
A crisp sound.
The distorted space, as if pressed down by a colossal force, snapped back into place, restored in an instant.
Even the tearing sensation in the air vanished.
And Lin Mo was still standing where he was, left hand resting on the Human Sovereign Banner, right hand still in the snapping pose.
"That's one move," he said, his tone sounding like a reminder, but it was really a warning.
Because the unspoken meaning was: I'm about to make my move.
Everyone present fell silent.
That punch just now—it was the Demon Witch's top-tier spatial ability.
On this planet, no physical defense could block it.
And it was broken by a snap of the fingers.
A shadow of dread crept into the heart of the Smiling Face.
Just moments ago, he was the one controlling the field! How had it flipped so fast?
Can't win.
Maybe he really couldn't win.
But the Smiling Face refused to admit it. He couldn't—if he did, his whole gambit would collapse.
So he waved his hand.
"Everyone! Kill Lin Mo and Eastern Leaf! Move!"
The order slammed down, and reactions varied.
Some stood frozen, their feet nailed to the ground.
Some hesitated for two seconds before gritting their teeth and charging.
More looked at each other, as if confirming whether they were really about to throw their lives away.
Han Junhao glanced at Lin Mo.
Just one glance.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, then turned and walked away.
It wasn't cowardice; it was clarity. Not to mention whether they could beat Lin Mo—just the tone in which the Smiling Face gave that order made his stomach turn.
He'd rather go collect Director Cui's body.
The remaining S-rank superhumans exchanged glances.
They knew the cost of not acting—the Smiling Face would make them his next target.
So why hesitate?
Time to act, then.
A spear hurtled toward Lin Mo's position, followed immediately by a figure closing in.
A textbook combination attack.
Too bad the textbook had never written about someone like Lin Mo.
The man was still mid-air when a pitch-black hand extended from the Human Sovereign Banner.
Five fingers spread. Not fast—even languid—but that hand locked precisely around his throat.
The S-rank superhuman's eyes went wide. He grabbed at the black hand with both fists, but the moment his fingers touched it, he realized—
He couldn't pry it off.
Not even a fraction.
"Who gave you the illusion?"
Lin Mo wasn't even looking at him. His gaze was still fixed on the Demon Witch, his voice lazy. "That you flea-bitten strays could so much as graze me?"
Crack.
With zero chance to struggle, the S-rank's throat was crushed.
Like snapping a dry twig.
The S-rank's body dropped from mid-air, smashing onto the ground, head twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes still open.
He couldn't even have a name.
Lin Mo finally moved.
He lifted the Human Sovereign Banner and slammed it down hard.
The moment the pole struck the ground, countless black shadows surged out from the banner's surface.
The shadows had no fixed form. Under the moonlight, they writhed and churned like hounds unleashed, catching the scent of blood and lunging at the superhumans who had charged forward.
Screams began to echo one after another.
Lin Mo, meanwhile, had no attention left for those small fry.
He looked up at the Demon Witch hovering mid-air.
"Now, no one will interrupt us."
The words were spoken softly.
The next second, he shot into the air.
From the first-person perspective, the Smiling Face felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down on him.
At that moment, he no longer felt like the Demon Witch—just the Smiling Face who could only control emotions.
But he wasn't the emotion-controlling Smiling Face, either, because this body couldn't precisely control his emotions.
Still, this body had power.
"Get out of here!"
The Smiling Face drove the Demon Witch's hands together in a crushing clap, pouring out every bit of power in an instant. Space tore open with a massive gash, the jagged edges flashing with irregular light, and it slammed straight toward Lin Mo.
This strike tore space itself.
Lin Mo stretched out a single finger.
His index finger.
"Freeze."
One word.
The torn space halted mid-air. All the energy, all the shockwaves, all the destructive force—pinned where they stood.
Even the Demon Witch was fixed in mid-air.
He couldn't move. His eyes could roll, his mouth could open, but every muscle and bone in his body was as if cast in cement.
And Lin Mo's index finger remained raised.
Snow fell on his face but didn't stick a single flake.
The Smiling Face felt a chill crawl up his spine, from his tailbone to the back of his skull.
Lin Mo's power vastly exceeded his estimates.
No—it wasn't even on the same scale.
He hadn't even used his full strength against the Smiling Face. It was like an adult toying with a child.
That realization nearly drove the Smiling Face insane.
The Demon Witch was the strongest superhuman in the Great Stick Republic! The ace of the Superhuman Youth Corps!
Which meant he, too, was the ace.
He wouldn't accept this.
The Smiling Face began frantically draining the Demon Witch's bodily potential. Psychic energy poured out like a breached floodgate, desperately slamming against the spatial shackles sealed around him.
The price? He didn't care. This body wasn't his anyway.
Crack!
A crack appeared.
Crack! Crack!
He actually broke through Lin Mo's seal, bursting forward and lunging straight at Lin Mo.
The spatial seal shattered, and the Demon Witch's body snapped upward, transforming into a streak of purple light charging toward Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo! I'm not afraid of you!"
Lin Mo heard that and smiled instead.
"The moment you said that, you already were."
The Smiling Face's charge was fierce, his momentum aggressive, but in Lin Mo's eyes, it was all holes.
What's a spatial-ability user? They're a noble spellcaster.
The mage's core advantage lies in distance and control, in strategy, in destroying enemies with a laugh while they fall to ash.
You—a mage—decide to rush in face-to-face?
That's called suicide.
So Lin Mo raised his hand and slapped him.
No fancy technique. Just a simple, physical open-palm slap.
The Demon Witch's body was smashed out of mid-air, crashing into the snowy woods, sending snow and soil flying dozens of meters, cratering the ground three or four meters deep.
Lin Mo shook his hand, glanced back at the battlefield.
The "family" that crawled out of the Human Sovereign Banner were cutting through the Superhuman Youth Corps' superhumans like a hot knife through butter.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
