219: Chapter 218 Help me teach Wang Lin a lesson

Shen Junlin wanted to break free, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to scream, but his throat couldn't produce a sound.

He could only stand there, looking at himself reflected in Wang Lin's eyes...

A person who was disappearing.

Shen Junlin's body slowly slid down, kneeling on the ground, his head bowed.

He was still holding his sword, but the blade had lost its luster.

The sword intent dissipated, the Mental Energy dissipated, and his life dissipated as well.

Wang Lin withdrew his blade, looked at Shen Junlin's corpse, and remained silent for a while.

Then he squatted down, pressed his right hand onto Shen Junlin's chest, and began to devour.

Black Flame surged from his palm, consuming Shen Junlin's body.

In a few seconds, the LV5 Sword God turned into a pile of black ash.

A gust of wind blew, and it scattered.

Wang Lin stood up, feeling the new thing inside his body: [Sword God].

Beside his [Blade God], there was now a [Sword God].

Wang Lin now possessed both the blade and the sword.

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For the next few days, Wang Lin stayed in Qingshi Camp and did not run deep into the Mist Forest again.

He slept until he woke up naturally every day, went to the cafeteria to eat, and then went out to train with Zhou Zhenghao and the others.

They gathered Moon Grass, killed low-level beasts, and completed the tasks assigned by the academy.

Life was very dull, but Wang Lin didn't feel bored; he was digesting the [Sword God] Superpower and his blood energy.

He followed the team during the day and studied alone in the dormitory at night, merging the operation method of the Sword God with the Blade God, allowing the two Superpowers to complement each other within his body.

The ferocity of the Blade God and the sharpness of the Sword God slowly merged into one within his body.

The attitudes of the four people—Zhou Zhenghao, Zhao Meng, Su Wanqing, and Qiao Shuwan—toward Wang Lin had completely changed.

Previously, Zhou Zhenghao was the team leader and spoke with the superiority of an upperclassman; now, he walked in front,

but he would always unconsciously look back at Wang Lin, as if confirming that Wang Lin was still in the team.

Previously, Qiao Shuwan walked at the very back, never looking at Wang Lin, never speaking, and certainly never getting close.

Now she walked beside Wang Lin, and although she didn't speak, she followed by his side, neither too far nor too close, just enough for Wang Lin to feel her presence.

The reason was very simple: Wang Lin was now LV5.

When they parted ways, Wang Lin was still LV4, but three days later, Wang Lin was already LV5.

No one knew how he did it, just as Wang Lin had said before: "How can one become stronger without danger?"

During training, Wang Lin basically didn't make a move; he just stood by and watched.

Sometimes when they couldn't win, that was when Wang Lin would make a move,

One blade. No matter what kind of beast it was, no matter what level it was, the monsters in the safe zone were all just one blade.

The blade cut through scales, cut through bones, and cut through everything.

Clean and efficient, not one blade more, not one blade less.

Then Wang Lin withdrew his blade, walked back to the team, and continued with his hands in his pockets.

Zhou Zhenghao looked at the LV5 monster on the ground, then looked at Wang Lin's back, his mouth hanging open, unable to close it.

He had fought for a long time and was exhausted to death, yet Wang Lin solved it with one blade.

The team walked in the safe zone for about another half an hour, when a noisy sound of people and the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground came from ahead.

Zhao Meng raised his head and saw a group of people walking out of the mist in the distance,

In the very front was a tall figure with shoulders as wide as a wall, carrying a huge horse-chopping saber.

Behind him followed several people dragging a few monsters locked by iron chains, each of them terrifyingly large in size.

Zhao Meng's pupils constricted sharply; he recognized the person in the front.

Zeng Aniu, the boss of the The Slaughterhouse.

He also recognized the person behind Zeng Aniu.

Old Zhao, his own uncle.

Zhao Meng's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior, and he shouted, "Uncle Shan!"

Then he ran toward Old Zhao.

Old Zhao heard the voice, raised his head, and saw Zhao Meng running toward him; he was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Xiaomeng! So it's you! Are you here for training?"

Zhao Meng ran to Old Zhao, stood still, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Uncle Shan, I'm so happy to see you!"

Old Zhao, whose real name was Old Zhao, was Zhao Meng's own uncle. Zhao Meng's dream since childhood was to be like his uncle and join the Twelve Zodiacs.

His father had already discussed it with Old Zhao, that after Zhao Meng graduated, if he could pass the Twelve Zodiacs' audit, he would be allowed to join the Twelve Zodiacs.

For this, Zhao Meng's father had been looking for connections and pulling strings everywhere all these years, just to ensure that Zhao Meng could pass the audit smoothly.

At this moment, when Zhao Meng saw Old Zhao, a sense of superiority welled up in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced at Wang Lin in the distance, a thought popping into his mind:

"What's the use of Wang Lin being powerful? No matter how powerful he is, without connections, he still can't enter the Twelve Zodiacs."

He, Zhao Meng, had connections; he had an uncle in the Twelve Zodiacs, so he could get in after graduation.

And Wang Lin, no matter how powerful, was just a freshman with no background.

Thinking of Wang Lin, Zhao Meng's mind became active again.

The humiliation he had suffered at Wang Lin's hands erupted again.

He leaned close to Old Zhao, lowered his voice, and his tone carried a hint of grievance and accusation.

"Uncle Shan, there is someone who has been going against me, but I can't beat him. Can you help me teach him a lesson?"

Old Zhao laughed out loud upon hearing this and patted Zhao Meng on the shoulder.

"Of course! Just teaching him a lesson, not killing him. Tell me, who is it?"

Zhao Meng was overjoyed when he heard this, turned around, and pointed at Wang Lin.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but one look scared Zhao Meng into a cold sweat.

He saw that Zeng Aniu, who had been walking in front of Old Zhao earlier, was standing right in front of Wang Lin, bowing his head and saying something to Wang Lin.

The distance between the two was very close; Zeng Aniu's hand was resting on Wang Lin's shoulder, and the expression on his face was the affection of an elder toward a junior.

Zeng Aniu was smiling very happily, and Wang Lin was also smiling very happily.

Zhao Meng's body stiffened.

He had heard Uncle Shan mention Zeng Aniu and knew that he was the boss of the The Slaughterhouse and a member of the Twelve Zodiacs.

Uncle Shan had said that Zeng Aniu was a powerhouse above LV9 and the highest decision-maker of the The Slaughterhouse.

Uncle Shan had also said that in front of Zeng Aniu, he was just an employee and was nothing.

And now, Zeng Aniu and Wang Lin were chatting and laughing, as intimate as family.

Old Zhao looked in the direction of Zhao Meng's finger and also saw Wang Lin.

Old Zhao's expression changed instantly.

He turned his head sharply, looked at Zhao Meng, raised his hand, and punched Zhao Meng on the head.

With a dull thud,

Zhao Meng felt the pain, lowered his body abruptly, covered his head, and yelled, "Uncle Shan, what are you doing!"

"Are you trying to get me killed, you brat? That Wang Lin is my boss's nephew! And you actually want me to teach Wang Lin a lesson?"

"Are you tired of me staying in the Twelve Zodiacs too long, or do you think I've lived too long?"

"Do you believe that if I dared to teach Wang Lin a lesson, my boss would peel my skin, pull out my tendons, and hang me at the entrance of the The Slaughterhouse to sell? Do you believe it!"

Zhao Meng's mind went blank, with only those few words echoing repeatedly: "The boss's nephew."