The Night Shadow Assassin followed Zhao Can and the others, overheard their conversation, and then relayed it.
Consequently, Song Gua and all his clones knew that this group, seeing him level up faster than them, had deluded themselves into thinking he possessed some kind of treasure.
As for why Baldy came back, it went without saying. Naturally, he harbored thoughts of murder and robbery.
In that case, Song Gua was not going to hold back.
If the whole group had returned, Song Gua would have definitely made a run for it.
But since only one person came back, there was no reason to chicken out.
Among the 200 clones, 185 were combat-oriented classes, and 19 of those were crowd-control classes.
Because Baldy had high resistance, each person could only control him for less than a second; even the stronger ones could only manage a little over a second.
However, there was strength in numbers. One after another, they chained their attacks, making up for the skill cooldown times.
Baldy was continuously bombarded by crowd-control skills like Thorny Vines, Ice Crystal Cages, Dazzling Poison Mists, and Chaotic Flames.
He could only struggle to take a few steps during the brief gaps between each control effect.
"Damn it, why are there so many people..."
In the darkness, Baldy saw silhouettes approaching one by one.
Song Gua's voice rang out once again.
"If people don't provoke me, I won't provoke them. If they do, they can either leave their backpacks or leave their lives!"
Baldy looked at the speaker and let out a cold sneer.
"A level 5 noob wants to loot my resources? Take a good look in the mirror!"
The one walking over this time was Song Gua's true body.
The one squatting by the campfire earlier was just a logistics-class clone.
If Baldy had been a bit more observant, noticed the level discrepancy, and left, Song Gua would have let him go.
Unfortunately, he was a crude and careless brute.
And his intentions were filthy.
Then he could not blame Song Gua for acting in self-defense.
Although Baldy could not figure out the situation, he still managed to use a defensive skill during a gap in the crowd control.
This was a very common type of skill for classes in the Guardian sequence, and its effect was a temporary boost to both physical and magical defense.
"Hahaha, so your power-levelers are just a bunch of level 1 and 2 rookies? With so many people, no wonder you managed to reach level 5. Just who the hell are you, kid? How could you get so many newbies willing to sacrifice their progress for you?"
Song Gua stood on higher ground and looked down at him disdainfully.
"That is not something you need to worry about. DPS group, attack!"
A Fire Martial Artist wearing a Red Dragon mahjong mask shot flames from his hands, hovering in the air like Iron Man.
"Pouring Fire Rain!"
The Fire Martial Artist was an S-rank class, innately possessing five skills, ranging in quality from normal to rare, one of each.
This Pouring Fire Rain was of rare quality.
It was equivalent to using an ultimate move right from the start.
A massive vortex of flames, resembling a galaxy, spun as it descended from the sky, engulfing Baldy.
The spinning flames were calculated as a multi-hit attack, roasting him repeatedly and stacking layers of the burn status effect.
Other classes with ranged damage capabilities also began unleashing their skills.
Arrows from Archers, magic bullets from Mages, Holy Light Smites from Priests, bricks from Hooligans...
The melee classes rubbed their hands together, eager to jump in, but afraid of friendly fire, they had to hold back.
In the wild, friendly fire could not be turned off.
Moreover, a party could not hold two hundred people all at once.
Despite the spectacular barrage, when the clones saw the damage numbers, they were all dumbfounded.
-15!
-20!
-6!
-1!
...
Health points regenerate naturally.
Health regeneration rate is a basic attribute influenced by the Constitution stat.
Classes in the Guardian sequence were especially prominent in this regard.
In other words, the damage dealt by the clones was not enough to outpace his self-healing.
"It's no use! We can't break his defense!"
"Even though enough ants can bite an elephant to death, this guy is like a Garen with a Warmog's Armor! He's going to outlast us!"
"We can't kill him, we absolutely can't kill him."
The level gap, the equipment gap.
This meant that even when the Fire Martial Artist attacked, the skill only looked flashy; in reality, it caused almost no damage to Baldy.
Baldy laughed uproariously.
"A bunch of weaklings who don't even have basic gear on want to ambush me? Bet you're stunned now! Once these crowd-control classes run out of mana, I'll slaughter every single one of you!"
Song Gua pulled out a pile of minor mana potions from his backpack and distributed them to the dozen or so crowd-control clones.
These were all dropped by wild monsters while they were leveling up that afternoon.
Baldy sneered.
"Mana potions will run out eventually too! How many could you possibly carry?!"
Song Gua cracked his knuckles and walked toward Baldy.
"Enough to keep you controlled until you die."
"Just you? So what if you're level five? You're no different from these level one and two pieces of trash!"
Song Gua extended a finger and wagged it.
"There is actually a bit of a difference. Power of Unity, activate!"
Behind Song Gua, five level 0 clones went weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground.
"Ugh... I can't... I'm so weak, so weak..."
"I feel like my body has been hollowed out."
"This Weakness status is so thorough, and it lasts for a whole hour? No wonder they say this is a trash class."
Although these five clones were level 0, as long as they had successfully changed classes, they would possess initial stats tied to their class.
After stacking the stats of the five clones, among Song Gua's four main attributes, his Strength and Agility broke straight past 100!
He could now use the skills of these five clones and possessed the talents of their respective classes, though the skills and talents could only exhibit a portion of their full effects.
These details were not important.
Song Gua borrowed their power for another of the Bonder's talents: Unpretentious, which converted basic attack damage into true damage!
"Serious Punch!"
With over a hundred Agility, he was already faster than this cumbersome knight.
Coupled with the fact that Baldy was constantly under crowd control, he could not dodge even if he wanted to, so he had to take Song Gua's punch head-on.
"Hilarious! Are you trying to tickle me?"
-1200!
Baldy's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"That's impossible!"
Song Gua pulled his fist back and, without a word, unleashed his next skill.
Eight-Stage Fist: The attacks of this skill are treated as basic attacks. Throw eight consecutive punches with a base damage of 90%. If the previous punch hits the target, the next punch deals an additional 10% damage. Cooldown: 30 seconds.
-900!
-990!
-1089!
-1197!
...
Eight consecutive punches, every single one dealing true damage!
Baldy was continuously controlled and could not even use any blocking or interrupting skills.
In just two skills, this guy's health bar hit rock bottom.
"Spare me! Spare my life! If you hit me again, I'll die!"
Song Gua raised an eyebrow.
"No way, you look perfectly healthy to me."
"We are Professionals! We've been digitized! Destroying the body's structure will kill us, and having our health points emptied will kill us too!"
"Really? I don't believe you."
"You don't... Fuck! You're committing murder, do you know that? Aren't you afraid?!"
Song Gua smiled.
"Afraid? This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Whoever feels fear is the weak one!"
No longer wasting words on this guy, once the skill's recovery animation ended, Song Gua used his next skill.
Wind Fist: Instantly deal two basic attacks. Afterward, attack speed increases by 50% for 30 seconds. Cooldown: 2 minutes.
The Bonder's initial skills were all perfectly suited to its talents.
Treating skills as basic attacks and increasing attack speed were both ways to maximize the benefits of the Unpretentious talent.
After two solid punches, Baldy reluctantly closed his eyes.
Clatter...
Upon the death of a Professional, all of their equipped gear and the items in their inventory would drop completely.
"Hahaha! Brothers, we got quite a haul this time!"
"Killing and looting really is the fastest way to make money!"
"Hurry up and bag the loot so we can slip away. Watch out in case Zhao Can and his group come over to check things out!"
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
