Chapter 218
Chapter 218 My Ancestors Were Dragons Flying in the Sky!
Ling Mo paused for a moment.
That surreal scene just now… was it an illusion-related ability?
He didn’t think there was anything wrong with himself. Considering the things he was currently investigating, it wasn’t hard to guess what was going on.
And it wasn’t hard to accept.
He had encountered an ability user who brought the game into reality.
No, he was directly addressed by name. This guy was probably coming specifically for him.
Ling Mo took a couple of steps back: “Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am,” the punk raised his hands high, an ecstatic look on his face, “You just need to know… we belong to a great organization — we will become the rulers of this world, you can call us… Canglong.”
“Alright, Mr. Cang, what do you need from me?”
“…”
The punk’s expression stiffened for a moment, then he corrected himself sharply: “Canglong is the name of our great organization, not me! You idiot! Do you know that your words are a great disrespect to Canglong?!”
“Well, I need some reason to address you as my elder, right?” Ling Mo lowered his posture, smiling as he stepped back.
The punk seemed satisfied with his attitude, nodding: “You can call me S.”
“Okay, Mr. S, may I ask why you’ve come to see me?”
“You received an SSS rating in the game, right? Although I didn’t see your name on the leaderboard, I assume you have some skills.” The punk sized him up for a bit, smirking, “So today, our Canglong organization formally invites you to join and become a member of our great organization. From now on, you will follow us, the great Canglong, to conquer this world!”
“I refuse.” Ling Mo didn’t even think before responding, “Mr. S, I’m just a university dropout, I can’t handle such a great responsibility.”
“Did I ever say you could refuse?!” The punk suddenly raised his voice.
Then Ling Mo felt a flash before his eyes, and he was back where he was just moments ago, as if his retreat had been merely an illusion.
“You want to refuse joining Canglong?!” The punk stared fiercely at him, his expression unkind, “Canglong choosing you is your honor, it’s the fortune you earned from your past life! You’re about to become one of the lead pioneers in conquering the world, and in the future, you’ll gain endless glory! How can you dare to refuse such a great thing?!”
“I really can’t bear such a great matter being a university dropout, so find someone else.” Ling Mo’s tone didn’t change, but his body was now on guard.
This guy was not friendly.
He suddenly recalled what the fat guy said to him in that dungeon— in reality, times had changed.
And now, he felt it.
Though his physical ability was strong enough now, without an ability backing him, relying solely on his physical strength against an ability user was definitely a natural disadvantage, so he never considered clashing with this guy. However, pretending to agree just to buy time might not be wise— with the punk’s demeanor, he might forcibly send him to that Canglong base the moment he agreed.
With his current strength, he really didn’t think he could escape.
So right now, the only way to save himself was to find a way to attract other people’s attention.
If worse comes to worst, he wasn’t a pushover either.
However, even though he had already lowered his stance considerably, the punk was still hit by his earlier words and burst into rage: “You! Canglong’s willingness to accept you is your honor! Did I say you had the power to refuse?! Don’t be ungrateful!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo suddenly felt the ground beneath him vanish, and he plummeted into an abyss that seemed ready to swallow him whole.
However, before he could fall for two seconds, he suddenly thudded onto the ground, realizing again that he was still in the previous position; the ground had not vanished, he had merely shifted from standing to lying on the ground.
An illusion.
Ling Mo gritted his teeth.
With his current ability, that punk could play him to death with just illusions.
Glancing at the distance between himself and the punk, Ling Mo slowly got back up: “I didn’t mean any disrespect to Canglong, Mr. S—”
As he spoke, he gradually approached the punk: “My strength in the game isn’t that great, that SSS rating was actually given to me by someone else. He told me how to break through the dungeon’s challenge, and I did it. So I got the SSS rating; he really should be the one getting the rating since he’s stronger than me in every aspect. For the task of ruling the world, he has advantages over me in various ways.”
The punk’s expression paused: “Who?”
“Zhang DARI,” Ling Mo didn’t hesitate to sell out the fat guy, “The one who makes videos—Mr. S should have seen his videos. In the videos, he always appears as a brash character, but that’s not the case. He just wants to numb everyone like this so he can hide his strength within all the noise. In other words, it’s like pretending to be a pig while eating a tiger.”
The punk furrowed his brows: “That fat guy?”
“Exactly.”
“Why did he give the SSS rating to you?”
“Because…” At this moment, Ling Mo was close to the punk and then suddenly threw a punch with incredible speed aimed at his face, “I’m your dad!”
Illusion abilities could easily toy with opponents, but this guy clearly wasn’t that savvy yet, or perhaps he was too overconfident knowing Ling Mo had no abilities. Anyway, up until Ling Mo got close, he didn’t make any defenses— and just like that, he got punched right in the face and flew away.
Heaven knows how strong Ling Mo’s physical capabilities had become in reality, and the power behind his full strike was tremendous— it was practically a miracle the punk didn’t instantly get knocked out. But Ling Mo didn’t give him a chance to react, immediately jumping on top of him and pummeling his face: “So it’s you pretending to be Canglong, huh?! My ancestors were dragons soaring in the sky who didn’t pass down the secret art of the Rising Dragon Punch! You think you’re a dragon?! Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!”
The punk was utterly dumbfounded by the relentless barrage.
However, anyone who could bring abilities into reality couldn’t be too foolish; even if he didn’t guard himself initially, he still had enough reflexes left to respond after getting hit—
Ling Mo’s next punch aimed directly at the punk’s face, yet it met concrete instead, sending a jolt up his arm.
Then, he noticed that the punk’s figure suddenly faded from beneath him, reappearing ten meters away.
His face was already battered beyond recognition, but he still managed to show a twisted expression of rage: “I’m going to—”
But before he could finish the word “die,” a straight line of blood burst from his midsection, halting his words abruptly.
