345: Do not use multiplication

Chen Jing continued.

"Card Maker, it's strange to say."

"This class is generally considered a support or logistics profession."

"It's indeed a strange occurrence that he wants to fight in person."

"However, it's not without precedent for this class to engage in combat; they usually focus on summons or spells."

"But, Mr. Lin Yu currently has no summons, nor any known combat spells."

"His combat power test data is currently... zero."

As Chen Jing spoke, the combat power column for Lin Yu on the screen prominently displayed a large '0'.

This was intentional on his part, of course; he knew how to spark discussion and make things interesting.

The monitoring room erupted in an uproar.

"Zero?!"

"Did I hear that right? A Card Maker with zero combat power is challenging two Mythic Ranks?"

"This... this is simply insane!"

"What is he going to fight with? Is he going to pelt them to death with cards?"

Everyone was shocked.

Looking at Lin Yu standing calmly on the screen, they felt he was shrouded in an incomprehensible layer of mystery.

A flicker of confusion also crossed Zhong Huai's face.

He began to doubt if he had truly misjudged Lin Yu.

Could a Card Maker with zero combat power really have some trump card to make him so confident?

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowed as he looked at the data on the screen.

"Combat power of zero, yet he dares to challenge two Mythic Ranks."

"There must be information here that we are unaware of."

Zhong Huai set down his coffee cup and leaned back against his chair.

"The pre-battle explanation is basically done."

"It seems the Organization indeed has something up its sleeve."

He didn't mention Lin Yu's data, nor did he offer any comments.

However, a faint, barely perceptible hint of anticipation appeared on his cynical face.

He looked at Lin Yu's back on the screen.

"What kind of trouble is this kid going to stir up now?"

Inside the Duel Arena.

Lin Yu stood in the center of the field, feeling the majestic auras emanating from Lin Yao and Zhao Tianyang. A different kind of thought quietly sprouted in his mind.

So far in his many battles, he had always used the power Multiplication of the Multiplication Card combined with the Ghost Card to crush opponents with absolute stats. This method was efficient and direct, but it always felt like something was missing.

Today, he really wanted to try something. Without using a Multiplication Card, how far could he go relying solely on his current skills and attributes?

Thinking about it, this idea was indeed a bit overconfident. But he was simply curious.

The skills and power he currently possessed weren't bad either. He wanted to know how far he could go just with the progress from skill proficiency and those few hundred points of basic attributes.

Lin Yao originally wanted to observe a bit more, but Zhao Tianyang was straightforward and sincere, honestly unleashing his full power without holding back.

"Hah!" Zhao Tianyang gave a low roar.

His body swelled violently, instantly breaking through the dome of the Duel Arena. His massive fifty-meter-tall frame almost burst through the entire Organization.

However, in the next second, this massive power contracted sharply. His form began to twist and transform. Seven giant heads and one relatively smaller head surrounded the central body. Nearly twenty thick arms danced wildly like octopus tentacles.

Each arm was equipped with a weapon. Axes, hammers, sabers, swords, halberds, shields... various kinds, glinting coldly. Judging by the quality of the weapons, every single one was radiant, at least of the golden Epic Rank.

Their weapon effects likely included the removal of level requirements.

Zhao Tianyang really hasn't been working at the Organization for nothing.

The violent aura spread in all directions like a physical shockwave. The ground of the Duel Arena began to tremble slightly.

A dead silence fell over the monitoring room.

Everyone stared blankly at Zhao Tianyang on the screen, who looked like a descending demon god; their minds went blank.

"Is... is this Asura?" someone swallowed hard.

"He... he can actually contract his power to such an extent?!" Chen Jing's body stiffened; the "Power Control" introduction he was so proud of now seemed utterly pale and weak.

Wen Yan's pen drew a large question mark on his notebook. The "control" he understood was nowhere near this level.

The cynical smile on Zhong Huai's face finally vanished completely. He leaned forward, staring intently at the screen.

"Interesting."

Seeing Zhao Tianyang's aura so wild and immense, Lin Yao was not to be outdone. Battle intent burned fiercely on her small face.

"Myriad Laws Comprehension!" she shouted softly.

Emerald green light erupted from her body, and countless blurred figures separated from her. These figures were identical to Lin Yao, only wearing different professional attire.

Warriors, mages, archers, priests, assassins... versions of herself from different times and spaces in different classes, acting as clones to assist in the fight.

Each clone emitted powerful energy fluctuations. Although not as violent as Zhao Tianyang's, their sheer numbers formed a complex energy network. It was like a vast army, with an imposing presence.

The Duel Arena was instantly filled with two completely different powerful auras. On one side was violent destruction, and on the other was endless proliferation.

Standing in the center of these two forces, Lin Yu appeared so small.

However, his body remained as motionless as the Panshi Badge.

"Divine Skeleton Armament," Lin Yu spoke softly.

Black runes emerged from beneath his skin, instantly covering his entire body. A set of streamlined black armor appeared out of thin air, enveloping him. On the surface of the armor, dark gold patterns flickered in and out of sight, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Eight Desolations Return to Origin."

An invisible force spread outward with Lin Yu as the center. This force lacked any hint of aggression, yet it carried a sense of all-encompassing nature, returning everything to its origin.

The moment Zhao Tianyang's violent aura touched this force, it seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand, no longer so restless. Lin Yao's vibrant energy network also seemed to have found a home, becoming more solid.

"primeval level Rock Shield."

Thick rock condensed on the surface of his skin, forming an indestructible layer of armor. This armor was not merely for defense; ancient runes flowed upon it, emitting a heavy and vast aura.

"primeval level Slow Spell."

As Lin Yu's voice fell, an invisible ripple spread outward from him. Wherever this ripple passed, space seemed to freeze and time slowed down.