Linnaeus was finally back in the stands.
Meng Feifei asked, "Nai-ge, where did you go?"
"Nothing, just an upset stomach, went to the bathroom." Lin Nai sat down and replied, "So, how did the competition go?"
"Hehe, that contestant from the gene company, for some reason, suddenly seems to have lost his cheating ability." Meng Feifei rubbed her nose with her finger and said smugly, "He's getting completely thrashed by Old Chu right now!"
Linnaeus: "Oh, really?"
Lin Yuxi looked at him and asked with concern, "Lin Nai, you don't look too good. Are you sick?"
Linnaeus said, "...I'm fine."
Although he said that, he thought to himself that anyone who had just seen what he had seen probably wouldn't have a pleasant expression...
Just now, Linnai went to talk to that fake referee.
They took the opportunity to scan the other party's basic attributes using iris scanning.
Upon seeing the other party's attribute panel, Lin Nai felt a cold sweat run down her back.
The opponent's strength almost suffocated Linnai...
Lin Nai looked at his system in front of him and opened the information panel he had just scanned.
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Name: Lei Luo
[Race]: Fallen Angel
Age: 480,000 years old
[Demon Descendant Level]: Ninth Realm of the Myriad Manifestations Level
Lifespan: 501w
[Strength]: 539w
[Agility]: 4.78 million
[Spiritual Energy]: 490w
[Stamina]: 520w
[Defense]: 500w
[Resistance]: 504w
[Magic Power]: 790,000
——Click to view more detailed attributes——
Linnaeus's face was as somber as a gloomy, rainy day with dark clouds.
Despair, like a collapsing sky, pressed down with overwhelming force.
The unprecedented gap weighed heavily on Linnaeus's chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
This is his enemy this time...
......
Within the scene.
Yan Jiuchen held a ball of green ghost fire in his hand, sweat dripping from his forehead.
He was already struggling and panting heavily.
Truman stood tall on one of the ship's masts, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze.
His phantom clones rose and fell like waves along the edge of the ship's gunwale, each holding a gleaming, ethereal energy sword.
'That should be about right.'
Truman thought to himself, 'Next, he'll probably use 'Will-o'-the-Wisp'.'
Yan Jiuchen gritted his teeth, gathered his soul power, and his whole body was enveloped in green flames: "Magic - Will-o'-the-Wisp Camp!"
In an instant, green will-o'-the-wisps filled the entire transport ship battlefield!
Let each clone be illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisp!
Truman's gaze remained calm as he continued his mental calculations: 'However, this move was merely a feint.'
'The will-o'-the-wisp's purpose is to force out my true form.'
'When he thinks he's found my true form, he'll appear on the right.'
"drink!"
Sure enough, Yan Jiuchen jumped onto the container he was on from the right, and a green ghost fire blade materialized in his hand!
A cold glint reflected from beneath Truman's glasses: 'Unfortunately, he's wrong; this is still an illusion.'
"Whoosh—"
Yan Jiuchen swung the Ghost Fire Blade, slashing diagonally through Chu Men's body.
Truman disappeared.
"Fake?!" Yan Jiuchen's expression changed.
Truman continued to ponder, standing somewhere: 'At this stage, Yan Jiuchen still has about 40% of his soul power remaining. Given his personality, being constantly toyed with and attacked will only make him increasingly impatient.'
At this point, he would unleash multiple fireball attacks, launching a nonsensical assault on all his visible clones.
Yan Jiuchen interlaced his fingers, each finger flickering with eerie green magical flames: "Magic—Netherworld Ghost Fireball!"
Ten will-o'-the-wisps, glowing with a dark green light, flew out.
It shot at the few clones closest to him.
'You guessed right again, how boring...'
Truman sighed inwardly: 'Fighting against such an uninspiring opponent is incredibly boring.'
'That's enough, let's end it here.'
Truman's true form finally moved.
Yan Jiuchen's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw that Chu Men had already come up behind him.
This is true!
Yan Jiuchen reacted and swung the Ghostfire Blade backward.
'It's no use. In your current state, you can't avoid it.'
'Your reaction time will be about 0.91 seconds slower.'
Truman held a sword of energy that shimmered with an ethereal, cold light, and confidently thrust it out.
With a "whoosh," the energy sword pierced through Yan Jiuchen's back and emerged from his chest!
"Uh!..." Yan Jiuchen's eyes widened in disbelief.
He looked down and saw the tip of the blue energy sword piercing through his chest.
"It's over." Truman said calmly.
......
"In the second match, Chu Men from the Confucian Academy wins!"
The referee announced the result of the match.
Hua Lingze shook his head: "Without the support of the gene serum, the Chu family completely crushes their opponents."
“Looking at it this way, those people from the gene company really aren’t that great.” Meng Feifei put her arms behind her head, leaned back, and grinned, saying, “If they don’t cheat, their abilities are just that.”
Lin Nai thought to herself, "That's probably not the case."
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