Chapter 130: The Potential of Young Master Wei
Chen Mo controlled the Golden Qilin Twin Blades, sweeping them along a diamond-shaped path—ten slashes per second! Ten layers of attacks!
Roar, roar, roar, roar!
Ten golden, glittering qilin phantoms burst from the Golden Qilin Twin Blades.
Boom, boom, boom—
The diamond-shaped blade formation composed of thousands of goose-feather blades was shattered instantly!
Young Master Wei’s expression did not change. He naturally knew that the first skill could not inflict much damage on an S-rank zombie. It was merely meant to test the enemy. The true killing move was yet to come!
Feathers Sink a Boat!
Young Master Wei leaped into the air and landed above Chen Mo’s head. Then, wielding his feather fan as a weapon, he plunged straight downward and smashed it toward Chen Mo’s skull.
“Oh?”
So aggressive?
Chen Mo had originally assumed that Young Master Wei was purely a ranged attacker. He had never expected him to be capable of close combat as well!
Chen Mo raised both hands above his head in a defensive stance.
Bang!
The instant the ordinary-looking feather fan struck Chen Mo’s hands, countless translucent feathers condensed around it. Like a gigantic ship sinking into the sea, they pressed down upon Chen Mo’s S-rank zombie body and forcibly crushed him to the ground!
Chen Mo was utterly shaken.
So powerful!
The body of an S-rank boss zombie was immune to most forms of control, yet Chen Mo had actually been suppressed by Young Master Wei. He could sense that Feathers Sink a Boat was similar to Wu Chen’s Annihilating Suppression—it relied on an overwhelming “force” to crush the opponent.
“Wow! That’s incredible! Who is that guy?” many students from Kyoto First High School exclaimed in astonishment.
Members of White Cloud Gray Dog recognized Young Master Wei. “His name is Young Master Wei. He comes from an ancient martial arts family in Star City. His strength is impressive, and he is one of White Cloud Gray Dog’s key people under observation.”
Zhao Yinglong’s face turned livid. This was humiliating! A student from some worthless school had completely stolen the spotlight.
The S-rank zombie had just rampaged across the battlefield and wiped out all six members of the Xingtian Guild. Zhao Yinglong had instinctively been frightened, believing the S-rank zombie to be overwhelmingly powerful. He had not even possessed the courage to fight.
But after witnessing Young Master Wei’s attack, he suddenly understood. The S-rank zombie’s attack power might be formidable, but its defense was lacking. It had been suppressed so easily by Young Master Wei. If only he had known, he would have attacked first.
“Haha! This S-rank zombie is nothing special after all! Everyone, attack together! Once we kill it, we can claim the first-kill reward!”
In an attempt to recover his pride, Zhao Yinglong charged forward. He raised his B-rank horse-slaying saber and unleashed a charging slash at Chen Mo, who was pinned beneath Feathers Sink a Boat.
The B-rank horse-slaying saber was one of the most common weapons among B-rank equipment. It granted fifty points of strength, equivalent to five hundred points of physical damage, and its special effect increased physical skill damage by fifteen percent!
Level the Plains!
Zhao Yinglong swung his horse-slaying saber and released Level the Plains. His body seemed to ride a warhorse across the battlefield, cutting down his enemies with sweeping saber strokes!
Chen Mo was instantly annoyed.
He had been testing Young Master Wei’s skill. What the hell was Zhao Yinglong doing, barging in and causing trouble?
Boom!
An explosion erupted, and Feathers Sink a Boat, which had been pressing down on Chen Mo, burst apart.
Swoosh—
A streak of golden light flashed and shot toward Zhao Yinglong.
Z-Shaped Execution!
A beautiful golden “Z” appeared upon the battlefield.
For a general-rank fighter, being able to summon even a faint phantom of a warhorse was already impressive. Unfortunately, Zhao Yinglong had encountered Chen Mo!
Puff! Puff!
Two streams of blood sprayed into the air. A bloody gash appeared across Zhao Yinglong’s chest and another across his back. Chen Mo’s Z-Shaped Execution had cut him twice—once on the way in and once on the way back.
Zhao Yinglong’s face twisted in agony. “W-why?”
He died with his eyes wide open. Young Master Wei had been the one to use his skill and pin the boss to the ground, yet the boss had not attacked Young Master Wei. Instead, it had killed someone who had not even touched the boss!
How was that fair?
“Captain!”
The students from Kyoto First High School still possessed enough conscience to avenge Zhao Yinglong. They rushed forward.
Chen Mo spread the fingers of one hand. The bodies of the four Kyoto First High School students floated helplessly into the air and lined up before him.
Half-Moon Slash!
A crescent of golden light swept across the battlefield. The four students were severed at the waist and killed instantly.
Chen Mo checked the number of people remaining in the dungeon. There were thirteen left.
Six players were scattered at the most remote corners of the map, motionless. They had probably gone into hiding.
Five others were members of White Cloud Gray Dog.
The remaining two were Ning Xuan and Young Master Wei.
Young Master Wei showed no fear. Using his fan as a weapon, he summoned left and right phantoms and launched a Featherless Assault!
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
The sharp feather fan struck Chen Mo’s body, producing the grating sound of metal colliding.
-500 HP!
-500 HP!
…
-500 HP!
With ten attacks per second, Young Master Wei seemed to split into ten phantoms, attacking simultaneously from ten directions. Chen Mo lost health ten times in succession!
He really was powerful. If Young Master Wei were fighting Chen Mo’s Demon King form, he would probably have the strength to put up a real fight.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo was a zombie now!
Grrr!
Chen Mo let out a roar. He swung his hands from side to side, creating phantoms whose frequency matched Young Master Wei’s exactly. They moved relative to one another, yet remained perfectly still in relation to each other.
[Dragon Hand Reaching Through Clouds]
Whoosh!
Chen Mo’s hand passed through layer after layer of Young Master Wei’s phantoms and seized the fan with absolute precision.
Dragon Hand Reaching Through Clouds was a skill from one of the new mental constructs Chen Mo had acquired. It was a thief’s stealing skill, yet Chen Mo had put it to practical use in battle.
“Hm?”
Young Master Wei frowned. He had imagined all sorts of ways the zombie might counter his technique, but he had never expected it to simply grab his weapon!
His phantoms were forcibly interrupted. The weapon was clutched tightly in the zombie’s grasp and could not move.
Returning Featherless!
Bang!
Young Master Wei decisively abandoned his weapon. He leaned backward and slid away, opening a distance of fifty meters between himself and the zombie.
Boom!
A violent explosion erupted. The feather fan detonated, transforming into thousands of goose-feather blades that shot toward Chen Mo with a sharp whistling sound.
-10 HP
-10 HP
…
-10 HP!
Chen Mo’s health plunged wildly. The fan had exploded at such close range, leaving him no time to dodge.
His objective had more or less been achieved. Through the battle just now, Young Master Wei’s data intelligence had finished analyzing Chen Mo completely.
Data Scan.
[Young Master Wei — Peak General Rank]
[Fan Sorcerer]
[HP: 7,000]
[MP: 10,000]
[Physical Attack: 600]
[Magic Attack: 1,500]
[Equipment: Young Master’s Fan: ???; White Lotus Belt, B-rank, Agility +25, Magic +25; White Lotus Battle Armor, B-rank, Constitution +25, Magic +25; Red Lotus Battle Shoes, B-rank, Agility +25, Magic +25; Red Lotus Gloves, B-rank, Meditation +25, Magic +25]
[Skills: Feather Fan and Headscarf — launches concealed feather projectiles at the enemy; Feathers Sink a Boat — leaps above the enemy and suppresses them; Featherless Assault — doubles attack speed and executes the enemy with phantoms; Returning Featherless — doubles movement speed and detonates the discarded feathers]
Young Master Wei, playtime is over! Now it’s my turn!
Grrr!
Chen Mo roared. Golden light burst from his entire body, and a divine golden qilin beast materialized before him.
Mounted upon the S-rank Golden Qilin divine beast and wielding the S-rank Golden Qilin Twin Blades in both hands, Chen Mo unleashed Qilin Suppression!
Roar!
The Golden Qilin pounced forward. In an instant, the entire sky and earth were filled with qilin phantoms.
The calm expression that Young Master Wei had maintained until now finally shattered!
“Run! Everyone, run!”