126: Chapter 126 Do You Want to Save the World?

His voice echoed through the hall, and everyone froze.

"Who is speaking? Who is so bold?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison toward the direction the voice came from.

Wang Lin remained composed, his voice growing louder: "What are you looking at? I'm talking about you!"

"So many people, and after fighting for so long, this monster doesn't have a single scratch!"

"Are you here to fight the monster, or are you here to die?"

"How is this supposed to let me reap the rewards? Honestly, are you guys slacking off?"

Wang Lin spoke with such righteousness and sternness, as if he had been fighting the monster hard the entire time.

Jin Yuanbao stood beside him, head lowered, not daring to look at the others.

He wanted to say: Brother Wang, we've been playing dead this whole time. It's one thing that you didn't help, but how can you have the nerve to call them out for slacking off now?

A member of the Circus turned around and happened to see Wang Lin's gray-white zombie face.

The person was startled: "Holy crap! Why is there a zombie here!"

"This zombie can actually talk? Could it be... could it be... a Level 9 zombie? A Zombie King?"

Hearing this, Wang Lin became even angrier: "Damn you! You're the zombie! Your whole family is a bunch of zombies!"

"If you dare say that again, I'll tear your mouth apart..."

Another member of the Circus stepped out, patted their companion's shoulder, and spoke with a mocking tone:

"Ignore him! This guy has something wrong with his brain!"

"He's got nothing better to do than play cosplay in the temple!"

At this moment, a member of the Twelve Zodiacs looked at Wang Lin's bracelet and stepped forward.

"I know him. He is a Reserve Member of our Twelve Zodiacs, named Wang Lin."

"Before, outside the temple, he killed over a hundred Mist Beasts by himself without even blinking."

"Someone gave him a nickname: 'God of Slaughter'."

The Circus member laughed: "God of Slaughter? Him? A Level 4 Reserve Member?"

"Are you kidding me! Do you Twelve Zodiacs have no one left?"

"Calling a Level 4 noob a God of Slaughter?"

"Level 4? God of Slaughter? Is the standard for God of Slaughter in the Twelve Zodiacs too low?"

"Even our Level 5s at the Miracle Company wouldn't dare call themselves a God of Slaughter, yet you guys dare to call a Reserve Member that?"

"Or is it that the Twelve Zodiacs really have no one left? Do you have to rely on a Level 4 noob to hold the fort?"

Everyone laughed, mocking Wang Lin.

But some didn't laugh.

Lu Zhiyi walked out, her face expressionless: "Wang Lin, do you have a way to deal with the monster in front of us?"

Wang Lin looked at her, his lips curling slightly: "Of course. Isn't that an easy task?"

Someone on the side said: "You don't even draft your lies. So many of us can't do anything, but you can?"

Another person said: "Since when did people from the Twelve Zodiacs learn to brag? First it was 'God of Slaughter', and now you can handle this monster?"

A ball of black mist drifted over and formed a human shape; it was Night Owl: "Wang Lin, I have seen your capabilities. Therefore, I believe you."

"Can I ask you to join forces to deal with this monster?"

Wang Lin waved his hand: "Of course, no problem. Otherwise, people will think I'm just bragging."

"However, you don't need to help. I can do it alone..."

Jin Yuanbao stood beside him, his mouth twitching.

He wanted to say: "Brother Wang, weren't you just playing dead a moment ago?"

"How dare you stand out now? The problem is, you're bragging a bit too much; it's going to be hard to back down later..."

When Wang Lin said he didn't need anyone else's help.

Everyone's mouths dropped open, forgetting to close them.

The only thought in their minds was: This kid actually dares to go up? Is he not afraid of death?

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces, unable to react for a moment.

What is he saying? What did I hear? He actually said he didn't need our help?

That is a Level 8 zombie beast.

Wang Lin ignored their shock and shouted: "Watch closely!"

He raised his hands to his chest, crossed his fingers, put his thumbs together, and began to form hand seals.

Wang Lin deliberately put on a focused expression, giving off the feeling of "I'm about to unleash my ultimate move."

Wang Lin's body blurred, and then two clones stepped out of his body.

Identical dark hoodies, identical expressions, identical eyes.

Lu Zhiyi frowned as she watched Wang Lin form a Rasengan in his hand.

Back then, Wang Lin was still Level 3; his Rasengan was only the size of a fist, rotated slowly, and sounded like a bee.

Now Wang Lin is Level 4; his Rasengan is the size of a head, and the sound of its rotation is like an electric current.

Its color has also changed; it is no longer transparent, but silver-white.

Before, he needed three clones to help stabilize the sphere.

Now, only two clones are enough.

Lu Zhiyi's heart was churning; Wang Lin is getting stronger, constantly getting stronger.

While condensing the Rasengan, Wang Lin turned his head to look at Jin Yuanbao.

"Do you want to stand out, save this world, and be admired by thousands under the spotlight?..."

Jin Yuanbao's eyes lit up: "I do! I dream of it!"

"Since I was a child, I've wanted to be a hero, to be worshipped, and to be remembered."

"It's just a pity... I have money, power, and bodyguards, but I just don't have the opportunity."

Wang Lin smiled and said: "Alright, today is the time for you to realize your dream."

"The time has come for everyone to remember you, Jin Yuanbao..."

Wang Lin shouted to the crowd: "Watch closely!"

"Today, Jin Yuanbao and I will join forces to let you know that Wang Lin is no fraud."

After speaking, Wang Lin grabbed Jin Yuanbao by the collar and charged toward the Level 8 zombie beast.

In his hand, Jin Yuanbao was like a chick being snatched up.

Screams echoed through the hall, sounding like a pig being slaughtered.

Jin Yuanbao wanted to say, "Brother Wang, slow down," but because the wind rushed into his mouth, it choked his voice back.

Seeing the two rushing over, the monster extended its Tentacles and whipped them toward them.

Dozens of Tentacles whipped toward Wang Lin from different directions and at different Speeds.

Wang Lin's body twisted like a snake, dodging the first, second, and third one.

But the fourth one whipped over from a blind spot, with too much Speed, too tricky an angle, and too close a distance.

Wang Lin didn't hesitate; he blocked with Jin Yuanbao in front of him.

Jin Yuanbao's face turned pale with fright; he was completely stunned. The tentacle was whipping right toward him, carrying the threat of death.

Just as the tentacle was about to touch Jin Yuanbao, the pendant around his neck lit up.

Golden light exploded from his chest, like an inverted bowl, wrapping Jin Yuanbao entirely inside.

The tentacle whipped against the golden light shield, emitting a crisp "ding" sound. The light shield shook, but it did not shatter.

The tentacle was bounced back, and Jin Yuanbao screamed: "Mommy! That scared me to death!"

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Every time it blocks an attack, it costs one hundred thousand yuan.