107: Chapter 107 Faster-than-Light Travel?

Su Wan and Shen Yuan walked over from the other end of the corridor.

The two of them reached the door of the room and were shocked to see the corpse on the ground.

Su Wan's mouth hung open, and she forgot to close it.

A Level 3 had killed a Level 5 who was wearing exoskeleton armor and holding a plasma pistol.

"Young Master Wang… you… you killed him?"

Wang Lin glanced at him: "Otherwise? I already said before, it's just a Level 5."

"You actually still wanted to run? You're really a disgrace to Dark Blade."

Su Wan and Shen Yuan both blushed and stopped talking.

The facts were right before their eyes; the two of them, both Level 5s, couldn't kill the man, yet Wang Lin, a Level 3, had killed him.

What else could they explain? Explain that the opponent was too strong?

If the opponent was too strong, why did Wang Lin, a Level 3, kill him?

Wang Lin bent down to pick up the two plasma pistols on the ground and weighed them in his hands.

He spun the guns around his fingers with practiced ease, like a veteran who had been handling guns for many years.

Shen Yuan's eyes lit up; he knew how powerful these guns were. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva:

"Young Master Wang, there are two of these guns, could you…"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes said it all.

He wanted them, wanted them badly, so badly that he was practically drooling.

Wang Lin glanced at him: "Don't you know my nickname?"

Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked: "What nickname?"

Wang Lin tucked the two guns into his waist: "My nickname is: Two-Gun Wang Lin."

Shen Yuan's face turned bright red; he wanted to curse, but in the end, he didn't.

"If you don't want to give them to me, just say so, no need to make up such an excuse."

Wang Lin ignored him and reached out to take off the exoskeleton armor.

The armor was heavy, but its fastening devices were already broken, so it was easy to take off.

He stripped the armor off the corpse and held it in his hand. There was a large hole in the chest of the armor with charred edges; it had been pierced by a laser sword.

Su Wan looked at the hole and frowned: "Young Master Wang, with such a big hole in the chest, can this armor still be used?"

"Find a tailor and just sew it up."

Su Wan shut her mouth.

What kind of tailor could fix this hole? Such hard armor probably couldn't even be pierced by a needle.

Just as they were about to leave, a voice came from the depths of the corridor:

"You killed someone from our Circus and stole our equipment; what, you want to leave so soon?"

Footsteps came from behind.

Wang Lin turned around and looked in the direction the voice came from.

At the end of the corridor, six people were walking towards them.

They were wearing the colorful clothes of the Circus—some red, some yellow, some green.

The man in the lead was shirtless, with a tiger tattooed on his chest.

Behind him, five people stood in a row; some held knives, some held swords, some held iron rods, and some were empty-handed.

Su Wan and Shen Yuan's expressions changed instantly.

Shen Yuan walked to Wang Lin's side and whispered: "Young Master Wang, it's people from the Circus… the leader is called White Face, Level 6…"

Wang Lin glanced at him: "Level 6? What are you afraid of? You're a Level 5, and Su Wan is a Level 5. Two people against one Level 6, you can't win?"

Shen Yuan shook his head: "It's not just him. There are five more Level 5s behind him."

Wang Lin looked at the five people behind White Face: "Those five in the back are just right for me to practice with."

"Today, I'll let you witness the power of 'Two-Gun Wang Lin'."

White Face stopped ten steps away.

His gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on the two plasma pistols at Wang Lin's waist.

"You've got guts, actually killing someone from our Circus."

"Tell me, how should we settle this debt?"

Wang Lin laughed: "A mere Circus dares to be presumptuous in front of me, Two-Gun Wang Lin? You're tired of living!"

Seeing Wang Lin so domineering, Shen Yuan said: "As expected of Young Master Wang, truly domineering!"

White Face glanced at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan's body stiffened suddenly, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at White Face again.

Wang Lin could afford not to fear the Circus; he had the Twelve Zodiacs backing him.

But he couldn't; Dark Blade wasn't even fit to carry the shoes of the Circus.

If he stood up for himself now and offended the Circus, bringing disaster upon Dark Blade, he would be a sinner against Dark Blade.

So he lowered his head.

This was also the meaning behind Captain Huo Xiao telling them to follow Wang Lin if they encountered him in the temple.

To use Wang Lin's status to provide cover for Dark Blade.

Wang Lin saw Shen Yuan's cowardly appearance and said indifferently: "Pathetic."

At this moment, a person wearing a clown suit stepped out from behind White Face.

He looked at the Twelve Zodiacs Reserve Member bracelet on Wang Lin's wrist and said: "So it's just a Reserve Member of the Twelve Zodiacs."

"Not even a full member, yet you dare to be this arrogant?"

"Those who don't know might mistake you for some big shot."

"Turns out to be just a small fry. Hahahaha…"

The other people from the Circus around them also started laughing.

Wang Lin looked at the clown, his gaze cold: "Reserve Member?"

"Today, I'll let you know that even a Reserve Member of the Twelve Zodiacs is not someone you clowns can mess with."

He drew both plasma pistols from his waist with his hands and aimed them simultaneously at the clown who had just spoken.

He pulled the triggers instantly.

"Bang! Bang—"

Two gunshots echoed in the corridor.

Blue light shot out from the muzzles towards the clown, moving so fast that the eyes of those people couldn't keep up.

The clown's body stiffened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Then he realized he hadn't been hit.

One beam of blue light flew past his ear, and the other flew past his armpit,

hitting the wall behind him and creating two bowl-sized holes.

He touched his face and touched his chest.

He actually found that he was fine.

So he spoke up: "Is this your marksmanship? Two shots, and not a single one hit?"

The four people behind him also laughed, laughing until they were doubled over.

Shen Yuan's eyes widened: "Young Master Wang… didn't you say your nickname was Two-Gun Wang Lin?"

"How come after two shots… not one hit?"

The corner of Wang Lin's mouth twitched, and a flash of embarrassment crossed his face:

"As expected of people from the Circus, your dodging Speed is actually this fast!"

"However, your movements have already been seen through by me."

"Just as the bullets were about to reach you, you moved at faster-than-light Speed to dodge my bullets,"

"And then you quickly returned to your original position. Truly impressive!"

Hearing Wang Lin say this, Su Wan and Shen Yuan both looked at the clown.

Shen Yuan whispered: "I didn't expect… the Circus actually has such a formidable character… As expected of the Circus."

Su Wan also nodded: "No wonder Young Master Wang couldn't hit him. It turns out the opponent's Speed was too fast."

Even White Face of the Circus turned around and looked at the clown behind him.

"Faster-than-light movement? I've known you for so many years, how come I didn't know you had this ability?"