98: Game ability feedback?

Lin Mo's voice was not loud, but it struck the hearts of Blondie and the remaining lackey like a heavy hammer.

Silence, a deathly silence.

The air at the school gate seemed to solidify at this moment. All spectators' eyes were focused on the young man in the center, who was not particularly burly but currently exuded an astonishing sense of pressure.

"Who is next?"

This plain question, when heard by Blondie and his companion, was no different from a declaration of judgment from the abyss.

They looked at their companion kneeling on the ground, wailing in pain while clutching his knee, nearly fainting. Then they looked at Lin Mo's eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well, and a chill shot straight from their soles to the tops of their heads.

What kind of monster is this?

One kick! Just one kick had crippled a strong man weighing over 160 pounds! That level of precision, that ruthlessnesshow could he be a university student who spent all his time playing games? Even a professional fighter couldn't have done it so effortlessly!

"You... don't come any closer!" The remaining lackey's face turned ash-white in fear. He instinctively took two steps back, his voice trembling.

Fine beads of cold sweat also trickled down Blondie's forehead. He forced himself to remain calm and shouted, though his voice lacked conviction, "Kid! How dare you strike so hard? Do you know whose people we are? This is intentional assault! Get ready to go to jail!"

"Intentional assault?" Lin Mo's mouth curved into an arc of Taunt. "Three of you cornering one of me, shouldn't that be called legitimate self-defense? Furthermore, he struck first. Everyone present, as well as the surveillance cameras at the entrance, can testify to that."

As he spoke, he slowly advanced one step.

This single step completely crushed the already strained nerves of Blondie and his companion.

"Damn it, let's fight him!" A hint of madness flashed in Blondie's eyes. He knew that if he ran away shamefully today, he would never be able to make a living on the streets again. He exchanged a look with the remaining lackey. The two roared and rushed toward Lin Mo simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right!

They had learned their lesson. They no longer used simple straight punches but employed both hands and feet, attempting to overwhelm Lin Mo with sheer numbers using the most primitive street fighting methods.

However, in Lin Mo's field of vision, the movements of the two men were still clumsy and slow.

Blondie's hook punch on the left, the lackey's groin kick on the rightall their attack trajectories, changes in force, and subsequent possibilities were instantly analyzed clearly by his brain. It was just like in the epoch, facing a low-level Boss; he could even predict the timing and range of the opponent's next skill release.

This was a nearly instinctive battle intuition!

The instant Blondie's fist was about to touch his cheek, Lin Mo's body slid half a step to the right like a phantom. The movement was incredibly small, yet it was just enough for Blondie's punch to graze his nose and miss.

Simultaneously, his left hand shot out like lightning. Instead of blocking, he precisely gripped Blondie's wrist, yanked downwards sharply, leveraging the opponent's forward momentum, and at the same time, his right shoulder followed through with a forward impact!

"Bang!"

Blondie felt an irresistible force coming from his wrist. His entire body's center of gravity instantly went out of control, causing him to lunge forward uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Lin Mo's shoulder, like a battering ram, solidly struck him in the chest.

"Ugh..."

With a painful groan, Blondie felt as if his internal organs had shifted. He flew out awkwardly like a kite with a broken string, tumbling into a heap with his companion who was clutching his knee on the ground.

Having dealt with Blondie, Lin Mo didn't even turn his head. Using his right foot as an axis, his body executed a sharp spin. His right leg, carrying a fierce rush of wind, drew a graceful arc, striking the lackey on the right side in the kidney area with perfect precision, hitting him before he could react.

"Thud!"

Another muffled sound.

The lackey's body was sent flying sideways in a "C" shape, as if hit by a speeding car. He crashed heavily onto the ground three meters away. After struggling twice, he fell completely still.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.

From the moment Blondie and his companion launched their attack until all three men were lying on the ground incapacitated, the entire process took no more than five seconds.

Lin Mo slowly retracted his leg and remained standing exactly where he was, without even a hint of disturbance in his breathing.

The entire school entrance was utterly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was completely stunned by the scene before them, which rivaled an action movie. Their mouths hung open, their eyes filled with disbelief.

This... could this kind of skill belong to a student?

Lin Mo ignored the surrounding gazes. He walked to his delivery box, calmly entered the pickup code, and retrieved the five-star hotel seafood feast.

Then, carrying the takeout, he walked over to Blondie, who was still groaning on the ground. He looked down at him and said in a calm tone, "Go back and tell your boss that things that happen in the game should be settled in the game. If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as breaking a leg."

After speaking, he didn't spare the three men on the ground another glance. He turned and leisurely walked back into the campus under the respectful gazes of the crowd, acting as if he had merely stepped out to pick up a package.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared around the corner of the dormitory building that the scene erupted in unrestrained discussion.

"Holy crap! That was too cool! Which department is he from? A martial arts master!"

"One against three, instant kill! I recorded it. This video is definitely going viral on TikTok!"

"Serves them right! I hate trash who can't win in the game and then come looking for trouble in reality!"

... Back in his dorm room, Lin Mo placed the takeout on the desk, but he was in no mood to enjoy it immediately.

He closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly raised his hands.

Fair, slender, with distinct knuckles. These hands looked more like an artist's, perhaps a pianist, rather than a fighter capable of instantly taking down three grown men.

Yet, everything that had just happened was undeniably real.

Lin Mo closed his eyes, carefully replaying every detail of the earlier encounter.

Dodging, grappling, impacting, spinning kick... all the movements were as fluid as if practiced thousands of times, seemingly instincts etched into his body. He didn't even have to think much; his body automatically executed the most correct and effective responses.

It was a strange feeling. His brain acted like a supercomputer, instantly analyzing all the enemy's movements and providing the optimal solution. And his body perfectly executed these instructions; his strength, speed, and reaction time all reached an unimaginable level.

"This is not the level I should possess..." Lin Mo muttered to himself.

He knew his own capabilities well. Although he enjoyed exercise and had decent physical fitness, he was at best an average university student. Fighting one person might be fine, but it was absolutely impossible for him to cleanly and instantly defeat three grown men as he had just done.

This feeling... a scene suddenly flashed through Lin Mo's mind: the time he controlled his character, Shadow of Deadly Poison, while fighting in the epoch.

The same precise prediction, the same efficient dodging, the same fatal strikes against the enemy's weak points!

A bold thought, one that made his heart race, surged uncontrollably.

Could it be... that the abilities from the game have been brought into reality by me?

He quickly walked to his desk, picked up a metal thermos cup, took a deep breath, and exerted force with his five fingers.

"Screech..."

The grating sound of twisting metal echoed in the quiet dorm room. The sturdy stainless steel thermos cup began to visibly deform and dent in his hand!

When he released his grip, the thermos cup was completely ruined, clearly bearing five deep indentations left by his fingers.

Looking at his "masterpiece," Lin Mo's breathing became slightly ragged, and his eyes were filled with shock and a hint of bewilderment.

It's real!

All of this is real!

The game, the epoch, was modifying his body in a way he couldn't comprehend, transferring attributes from the virtual world into reality!

This discovery delivered an unprecedented shock to Lin Mo's worldview.

This had already gone beyond the scope of a game and entered an unknown, perhaps even "supernatural," domain.

He suddenly recalled the promotional slogan when the epoch launched"This is not just a game."

Now it seemed that behind this sentence lay an earth-shattering secret far beyond anyone's imagination.

"The world, perhaps, is about to change..."

Lin Mo looked at the rising sun outside the window and murmured to himself. He knew that from this moment onward, whether in the game or in reality, the trajectory of his life would completely shift toward an unpredictable future. And he was standing at the crest of this era's dramatic upheaval.