200: Chapter 200 Bloody Harvest, Fears of the Prodigies

"Are these the so-called elite death soldiers of the Li family?"

As these words fell, the entire Skeleton Wasteland became terrifyingly quiet.

On the ground, the thirty-plus crippled men with twisted limbs were still letting out intermittent groans. Yet, no one dared to talk back, and no one even dared to spare Lin Qi another glance.

Lin Qi’s attention was no longer on them.

His eyes swept into the distance, landing directly on Li Pojun.

Just like that.

Li Pojun’s entire body shook from head to toe as if he had been electrocuted. He had already been relying on two guards to stay upright, and now he could barely stand at all.

Ten times gravity pressed down on his crumbling frame; every breath sounded like a bellows, and he could only squeeze out "he-he" sounds from his throat.

He opened his mouth.

What did he want to say? Beg for mercy? Threaten him? Or perhaps curse a few times to regain some Face?

Not a single word came out.

A single scene played over and over in his mind: the sight of those elite death soldiers having their bones crushed by Lin Qi’s fingers just moments ago.

Those were killing tools the Li family had spent billions to Cultivate.

More than thirty of them, not one left—all scrapped.

Meanwhile, the youth opposite him didn't even have an extra wrinkle on his clothes.

The two guards supporting him were even more extreme.

The moment Lin Qi’s gaze swept over, the two of them acted as if they had touched a live wire; they let go, directly releasing Li Pojun.

Thud.

Losing his support, Li Pojun fell directly to his knees. His knees struck the bone fragments, the pain contorting his entire Face.

Yet, he didn't dare make a sound.

The two guards each took a step back, heads bowed, refusing to move forward for anything. Was this a joke? They had seen exactly what happened to those death soldiers. No one who crossed this man would have a good ending.

Lin Qi didn't even bother to look further.

"Li Pojun, didn't you want to witness me being surrounded and killed?"

He turned around and walked away with his back to Li Pojun. His words drifted out, light and airy, even fainter than the dark red mist in this Dragon Tomb.

"Now you've seen it."

"Satisfied?"

Li Pojun knelt on the ground, blood rushing to his head, his Face turning red and white in turns. His lips trembled several times, and in the end, he only managed to squeeze out a distorted syllable from deep in his throat.

Some "Thunder God" he was.

Some Kyoto University seed player.

Some S-rank hidden class.

In this Dragon Tomb, in this hellish place where all rules were stripped away, he, Li Pojun, was worse than a barking dog.

Lin Qi was no longer looking at him.

That figure turned toward the other side.

Xiao Kuangyun, Han Qianchi, and several other Prodigies who had entered together were all huddled behind a massive Dragon rib.

When Lin Qi’s gaze swept over them, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.

They bowed their heads.

Every single one of them.

Xiao Kuangyun buried his head lower than an ostrich, wishing he could stuff himself directly into the cracks of the Dragon bones. He had vomited all over the ground earlier, and his mouth still tasted sour, but he didn't dare take a loud breath.

Han Qianchi was slightly better; at least he could stand steady. But on his Face, which was usually as cold as ice, the muscles were twitching incessantly.

His mind was in turmoil.

Outside, he was at least a Third-Turn powerhouse; what grand scenes hadn't he witnessed? But today's events had directly shattered the understanding he'd built over twenty years.

No skill light effects.

No Law collisions.

No competition of status panel numbers.

It was just a pure clash of fists and bones.

And the result?

The fists won. They won cleanly and decisively, without any suspense.

These Prodigies were all thinking the same thing—inside the Dragon Tomb, their S-rank talents, hidden classes, and flashy skills were no different from waste paper.

From beginning to end, there was only one person who could truly fight.

It was that "Blank Slate" whose System panel read Level 1.

Lin Qi didn't bother wasting time on these terrified Prodigies. To put it bluntly, even if you gave them a knife right now, they probably wouldn't dare point it at him.

Boring.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk toward the center of the battlefield.

Stepping on crushed bones and bloodstains, he walked steadily. Those death soldiers lying on the ground with broken limbs instinctively shrank back as they saw him pass, even if they could no longer move.

Lin Qi’s goal was clear.

He walked up to the shield-bearing death soldier who had first been sent flying by the Iron Mountain Lean and stopped.

This fellow was still alive.

His chest had collapsed, and every breath came with a "gurgle-gurgle" sound; his lungs were definitely damaged. But the vitality of a class-holder was indeed resilient; he was hanging on.

Lin Qi crouched down.

The death soldier's body immediately tensed like an iron plate, his eyes bulging wide as he let out a muffled wail.

It wasn't his fault for reacting so strongly.

Anyone would be scared witless if a monster capable of smashing a steel shield formation with his shoulder crouched in front of them.

Lin Qi ignored his reaction and reached into the death soldier's robes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not after your life."

His fingers searched inside the heavy armor lining for a couple of seconds before touching something hard.

He pulled it out to take a look.

It was a palm-sized metal box, finely crafted and engraved with the Li family crest. A small light on the side was flashing red.

A Signal Transmitter.

Lin Qi held the thing up to examine it, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Yo, it even has GPS tracking? That old geezer Li Qingcang certainly arranged things thoroughly."

He pinched the transmitter between two fingers.

With a slight application of force.

Crack.

The metal casing was like paper, shattering directly onto the ground. The chips, circuits, and batteries inside were all crushed into dross, falling from between his fingers.

Watching this, the last spark of light in the death soldier's eyes extinguished.

A broken signal meant the Li family outside would no longer receive any news. Whether these people lived or died depended entirely on this man's mood.

Lin Qi brushed the debris off his hands and stood up.

He didn't spare the person on the ground another look.

He walked forward a few steps, found a relatively clean, massive Dragon bone, and sat down against it.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Everyone around was watching him, but not a single person dared to make a sound.

Xiao Kuangyun peeked up slightly before quickly shrinking back, wondering to himself—what is this guy doing? Is he starting to meditate after finishing the job?

He had actually guessed half right.

Lin Qi was indeed "looking" at something.

Martial Intent Insight.

This was a perception method at the Martial Saint level; it didn't rely on the System’s detection skills but purely used one's own Qi, blood, and Mental Energy to sense everything around.

Outside, the interference of the System's Laws would suppress the use of this ability. But inside the Dragon Tomb, all digitized rules were stripped away.

Without the interference, his perception range directly exploded several times over.

Everything within a radius of several hundred meters was like an unfolded scroll, clearly reflected in his mind.

The distribution of skeletons on the ground.

The positions and states of those Prodigies in the distance.

The cowering movements of Li Pojun’s group.

He understood it all perfectly.

But none of these were what Lin Qi cared about.

His perception continued to extend downward, passing through the surface layer of piled bones and deep into the ground of the wasteland.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

When his perception reached about eighty meters deep, Lin Qi’s heart suddenly began to race.

There was something down there.

It wasn't a monster, nor was it a mechanism.

It was a type of energy.

Very pure and dense energy crystal clusters were embedded within the underground rock layers, emitting warm fluctuations.

This energy was completely different from the "essence" he had absorbed after killing monsters in the outside world.

essence was a product of the System, carrying obvious digitized characteristics.

But the thing beneath his feet didn't have the slightest hint of digitization. It was a more primitive, higher-dimensional Qi and blood energy, terrifyingly pure.

Lin Qi’s mind raced.

The Dragon Tomb, the burial ground of the ancient Dragon Clan.

The skeletons of these giant Dragons had been sealed in this closed sub-space for countless millennia, with ten times gravity constantly compressing and crushing them, while the residual Dragon blood and Dragon Qi permeated the underground rock layers...

Ten thousand years was enough time to give birth to such a thing.

Dragon Blood Ore Vein.

Lin Qi’s heart thudded twice—not from nervousness, but from excitement.

For his Prototype Golden Body to take a step further and transform into a true Indestructible Golden Body, relying solely on System essence was far from enough. Those things had too many Impurities and were too inefficient.

But the thing beneath his feet was practically a supplement tailored for him by the heavens.

Pure, high-dimensional Qi and blood energy, combined with the tempering environment of the Dragon Tomb’s ten times gravity.

This place wasn't some dangerous ancient ruin.

This was clearly Lin Qi’s private Cultivation ground.

Lin Qi opened his eyes.

He couldn't suppress the curl of his lips.

"Found it."

He muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but it carried far across the quiet wasteland.

Xiao Kuangyun pricked up his ears and heard it, his heart skipping a beat—Found it? Found what?

Han Qianchi heard it too, and the expression on his Face became even more complex.

Lin Qi stood up and loosened his wrists and ankles.

He stomped on the bone-covered ground beneath his feet, and hearing the dull echo from underground, the smile in his eyes deepened.

"The nourishment that can take my Golden Body a step further is right down there."