82: Chapter 82 Zhou Xiong is shocked and reveals his true form.

The moment the golden blade light tore through space, Zhou Xiong's smile froze on his face.

He hadn't expected that this Tier 3, Stage 1 brat could strike so quickly!

"Ding — —"

The crisp sound of metal colliding rang through the ruins as the blade clashed with the arms Zhou Xiong had crossed in front of him, sparking a flurry of sparks.

Zhou Xiong felt a massive force hit him, sending him sliding back over ten meters, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

"Good!" A flash of surprise crossed Zhou Xiong's eyes, then he burst into laughter. "You truly didn't disappoint me!"

Lin Mo's pupils constricted slightly; Zhou Xiong's arms could actually go head-to-head with the A-grade combat blade, zhan chao!

The body of a Tier 4 peak-stage Mimic could actually rival a divine weapon!

The next second, Lin Mo pulled his focus back, and his figure vanished once more.

"Instant Shadow · Will Anchoring!"

Before the thought had even finished forming, his figure appeared behind Zhou Xiong, the blade of zhan chao sweeping horizontally, aiming directly for the latter's neck.

Zhou Xiong's reaction was also extremely fast; almost the instant Lin Mo vanished, he had turned around, crossing his arms to withstand the blow.

"Clang — —"

Another sound of metal colliding.

Zhou Xiong was knocked back again, but this time, he steadied himself after only retreating five steps.

"Not bad speed." Zhou Xiong licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of excitement. "But it's useless against me!"

Faint black mist began to emerge from his body; that was the power of a Mimic circulating.

Lin Mo's pupils constricted slightly.

He could feel the enemy's aura before him rising rapidly.

"Is this the true strength of a Tier 4 peak-stage..."

"No." Zhou Xiong laughed. "This is just a warm-up."

Before the words had even faded, his figure closed in on Lin Mo, throwing a punch.

That punch was too fast—so fast that Lin Mo had almost no time to react.

"Puff — —"

Lin Mo held his blade horizontally across his chest, taking the punch head-on.

A massive force traveled through the blade, sending him flying backward to crash heavily into a stone pillar behind him.

"Crack — —"

The pillar shattered instantly.

Lin Mo knelt on one knee, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Lin Mo!" Yi Xiaoyu's scream rang out.

"Is this the power of a Tier 4 peak-stage Mimic?" Lin Mo wiped away the blood from his mouth and slowly stood up.

Zhou Xiong walked toward him leisurely.

"Brat, how is it? Where did that earlier bravado go? I haven't even revealed my true form, and you can't hold on?"

Lin Mo was silent.

He was feeling the changes in his body.

If that punch had hit an ordinary person, their ribs would have already been shattered.

But he only sustained minor injuries.

The passive effect of Dragonization was repairing his body.

"So that's how it is." Lin Mo murmured. "Dragonization · Activate!"

The phantom of golden dragon scales instantly covered his entire body, shimmering with a metallic luster under the moonlight.

Zhou Xiong's expression changed.

"You still have trump cards?"

Lin Mo slowly stood up, golden lightning beginning to dance across his body; this was the effect of his second talent, Lightning Flash.

"Trump cards?"

He laughed.

"I have plenty of those."

"Starlight Moon Condensation, Activate!"

In an instant, Lin Mo's aura climbed once more.

If Dragonization gave him defense comparable to a Tier 4 Awakener, then Starlight Moon Condensation gave him the strength and speed comparable to a Tier 4.

His strength and agility attributes reached the level of a mid-stage Tier 4 in this moment.

Although it was still not as good as Zhou Xiong, the Tier 4 peak-stage Mimic.

But it was enough.

"Kill!"

Lin Mo's figure vanished again.

"Instant Shadow!"

This time, he did not hold back his strength.

Golden lightning wrapped around his body, leaving trails of afterimages in the ruins.

Zhou Xiong's expression shifted slightly.

"So fast!"

He channeled all his perception, attempting to capture Lin Mo's trajectory.

But Lin Mo's speed was simply too fast—so fast that his eyes could barely keep up.

"Here!"

Zhou Xiong turned abruptly, throwing a punch at the empty space on his left.

"Clang — —"

Blade and fist collided.

Zhou Xiong was knocked back again.

But this time, he retreated faster and more wretchedly.

"You..." Zhou Xiong steadied himself, a trace of gravity finally flashing in his eyes.

Lin Mo's figure appeared before him.

Golden lightning danced, scales shimmered; he looked like a war god stepping out of myth.

"You were hiding your strength?" Zhou Xiong asked in a deep voice.

Lin Mo shook his head.

"It's always been like this."

"I just didn't use my full power earlier."

Zhou Xiong: "..."

He felt his face stinging from the slap.

He had just said the other party was overestimating themselves, but looking at it now, he was the clown.

"Fine." Zhou Xiong took a deep breath. "Since that's the case..."

Thick black mist began to surge from his body.

"I'll let you see my true form!"

As the black mist churned, his body began to expand and deform.

His bones crackled, muscles bulged, his skin became dark and rough, and thick hair sprouted.

His face was also deforming, his mouth protruding forward, fangs exposed.

In just an instant, he transformed from an ordinary person into a three-meter-tall monster.

"Roar — —"

A heaven-shaking roar rang out, and the surrounding buildings were trembling.

Yi Xiaoyu and the others turned pale.

"This... this is the true form of a Mimic..."

Lin Sisi said, trembling.

Ye Zhixia gritted her teeth tightly.

"Lin Mo..."

Shen Yi stood in the shadows, watching all of this calmly.

"It has appeared." She murmured. "The true form of a Mimic."

"Under normal circumstances, once a Mimic reveals its true form, its strength increases by a huge margin!"

"Lin Mo, can you handle this?"

Lin Mo looked up at the three-meter-tall monster.

"Is this your true form?"

Zhou Xiong—though he could no longer be called Zhou Xiong—the monster was currently looking down at Lin Mo.

"Brat, to be able to force me to this step, you are enough to be proud of yourself."

"Next, I will let you know what despair is!"

Zhou Xiong took a step, each step causing the ground to tremble.

In an instant, Zhou Xiong had already charged in front of Lin Mo, a massive claw slapping down from above.

"Aurora Flowing Cloud Slash!"

Lin Mo's figure instantly turned into light.

It was a beam of pure light, light that was fast to the extreme.

The light passed through Zhou Xiong's claw, through his body, through everything.

"Boom — —"

At the same time the blood burst forth, a bolt of lightning exploded at the wound!

Zhou Xiong's body was instantly blasted off balance, nearly falling to the ground.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his chest.

There, a wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist, with blue smoke still rising from the flesh.

"This..."

He was in disbelief.

In that instant just now, he hadn't even seen Lin Mo's movement clearly.

And the power of this blade was simply too great!

It had even managed to break through his true form!

He was a Tier 4 peak-stage Mimic, and one who specialized in physical strength at that.

"This... how is this possible..."

Lin Mo's figure appeared behind him.

On the golden blade, lightning danced.

"You were right."

He slowly turned around, looking at Zhou Xiong.

"If the speed is fast enough, it can indeed sever everything."