Chapter 1005
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Chapter 1005 Mysterious Pincer Attack
“Red Yan.”
“Here.”
The red-haired girl in dark green nursing uniform smashed a “Mystery” being with her claw. Her wings extended from her back as she landed beside Lin Qiye, responding respectfully.
“Take these three away first, leave them at Squad 006’s dormitory entrance,” Lin Qiye said calmly while staring at the floating pencil. “Also, stay away from someone wearing a military coat. If he stops you, tell him you’re my person.”
“Yes.”
Red Yan’s form rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive Flame-veined Earth Dragon in the blink of an eye. Crouching on the ground, the windstorm from her wings sent all the lower-level “Mysteries” flying.
Li Zhenzhen took the white cat Fang Mo and quickly jumped onto the dragon’s back. Lu Baoyou wiped the blood from his mouth corner, holding his knife while standing still, his eyes fixed on the battling “Mysteries” in the distance, showing no intention of leaving.
“Why aren’t you leaving?” Lin Qiye asked with furrowed brows.
“I, Lu Baoyou, won’t be…”
Bang!
Before Lu Baoyou could finish, Lin Qiye kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying onto the Earth Dragon’s back.
“You’re getting bolder, daring to disobey your instructor’s orders… Take them away.”
Lin Qiye said expressionlessly.
Red Yan’s wings flapped once, carrying the three recruits skyward, disappearing into the horizon within moments.
Lin Qiye gripped his sword and turned to look at the hesitant floating pencil.
After being wounded by the sword, the Pencil Spirit became wary of Lin Qiye’s blade, deliberately keeping its distance, not daring to approach.
Seeing Lu Baoyou and the others leave, Lin Qiye was about to depart without further engaging the Pencil Spirit when he suddenly noticed something and made a slight sound of surprise.
“Monkey King’s healing progress has exceeded 50?”
Although Lin Qiye wasn’t physically in the Divine Mental Hospital, he could sense some changes within. The moment Sun Wukong tore off a corner of his kasaya and his healing progress exceeded 50%, he received the message.
After pondering for a moment, while maintaining his sword standoff with the Pencil Spirit, Lin Qiye partially immersed his consciousness into the Divine Mental Hospital.
…
“Beginning random selection of Sun Wukong’s divine power abilities…”
As soon as he entered the Divine Mental Hospital, a spinning wheel appeared before Lin Qiye’s eyes. With a thought, the wheel began to rotate automatically.
After three previous ability selections, Lin Qiye had basically grasped the patterns and differences between the 1%, 50%, and 100% stage reward selections. If the 0% ability selection was truly random, then this 50% ability selection guaranteed a core divine domain ability.
For example, Nyx’s [Ultimate Dark Divine Domain] (Dark Erosion), Merlin’s [Phantom Magic Divine Domain] (Transformation Magic), Eden’s [Life Divine Domain] (The Eternal Secret Garden)…
Lin Qiye had been looking forward to Sun Wukong’s divine power abilities for a long time.
He was curious about what kind of divine power abilities the legendary Great Sage Equal to Heaven, now the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong, would possess.
Would it be Demon Monkey Chaos, or Buddha Light Illumination?
Under Lin Qiye’s expectant gaze, the spinning wheel in the air gradually stopped, with the pointer landing on one section.
Lin Qiye froze in place.
“This is…”
…
On another side of Beijing.
Under the dim streetlights, a black warhorse wreathed in flames slowly advanced on iron hooves.
On the horse’s back, a figure in a military coat held a bloodied straight sword in one hand and the head of a mannequin “Mystery” in the other, his dark eyes calmly scanning the surroundings.
The low-level “Mysteries” hiding on both sides of the road were restless, seeming wary, confused, and probing.
They weren’t sure who this man was.
Was he as strong as the previous man? Was he also limitless? Was he… also a monster?
Killing one “Klein” didn’t mean much, as there were at least five or six “Mysteries” of this level in Beijing. But under the previous man’s intimidation, even these “Kleins” didn’t dare to make any moves, because they knew clearly that even if they joined forces, they were no match for that man.
That man called Shao Pingge was an absolute monster!
He had intimidated the “Kleins,” and naturally, those below them – the “Infinite,” “Sea” level, and even lower-level “Mysteries” – didn’t dare to move at all.
But now, that man’s presence had disappeared. Could this man in the military coat suppress those “Klein” level “Mysteries”?
If he could, then these numerous low-level “Mysteries” naturally wouldn’t dare to move. But if he showed any weakness, these “Mysteries,” seeing hope for freedom, would immediately attack en masse, throwing all of Beijing into chaos.
“Mysteries” possessed intelligence and could assess situations, judging which circumstances were advantageous and which were too risky to challenge.
Chen Han rode his horse along the empty street, his expression appearing calm and leisurely, as if taking a stroll in his own backyard, completely ignoring the low-level “Mysteries” lurking in the shadows.
He knew clearly that the “intimidation” Shao Pingge spoke of had already begun imperceptibly.
Now, his every move, every battle, would affect the behavior of the “Mysteries” in this city.
He had to prove himself through strength and killing.
Screech!
A streetlight at the corner suddenly flickered, and in its projected light, the shadow of a man holding a black hat in one hand mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.
He stood there silently, like a projection existing in a two-dimensional world, without height or thickness. He slightly turned his head to look at Chen Han approaching on horseback.
He stepped onto the middle of the road, on Chen Han’s inevitable path, and lowered his head to put on the hat.
The “Klein” level boundary fluctuation emanated without any concealment.
This was both a provocation and a test.
Chen Han rode to the broad intersection and stopped, his eyes fixed on the shadow ahead, murderous intent flickering in his pupils.
Just then, a gust of dark wind swept through, and Chen Han frowned, turning his head to look at the road behind him.
In the middle of the road he had just passed, there now stood a roly-poly toy over two meters tall.
On the surface of this roly-poly was painted a handsome man’s portrait, covered in stains and scratches, like a mural weathered by time on a stone wall, somewhat blurry.
The roly-poly swayed silently under the streetlight, its painted handsome face staring fixedly at Chen Han, with a terrifyingly sinister smile.
