67: Chapter 66 One Punch!

But to Zhang Hengyuan's ears, it sounded like a death knell.

Zhang Hengyuan instinctively wanted to retreat.

He pulled hard on his right hand, which was gripping the broken sword.

It didn't budge.

Lin Mo's five fingers were like titanium alloy iron pliers cast with laws, locking onto his wrist tightly.

The difference in strength was too great.

Lin Mo's current strength reached as high as 356,664 points!

This was simply not data that a peak First Class Advancement should have.

Not to mention First Class Advancement, even a pure strength-based Shield Fighter of a normal Third Class Advancement would have to kneel and kowtow on the spot if they saw this panel.

Although Zhang Hengyuan was a Level 200 Third Class professional.

But he followed the Pharmacist path, and his actual profession was still a Mage, so his panel attributes were heavily skewed towards Spirit.

Under the crushing weight of three hundred and fifty thousand points of terrifying strength, his level advantage, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as a piece of water-soaked tissue paper.

"Lin... Student Lin..."

The smile on Zhang Hengyuan's face froze completely.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the bluestone slab.

He looked at Lin Mo's aggressive eyes, and a sense of fatal threat emerged in his heart.

Exerting force.

Lin Mo's five fingers slowly tightened.

"Crack — —"

The crisp sound of bone breaking was exceptionally harsh in the deathly silent school gate plaza.

Zhang Hengyuan's wrist bone was crushed directly into powder.

Pale bone shards pierced through his skin, exposed to the air mixed with bright red blood.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream squeezed out of Zhang Hengyuan's throat.

He curled up in pain, his facial features twisted beyond recognition.

"Let go! Lin Mo! You fucking let go!"

"I am from the Zhang family! My uncle is Zhang Heng! My grandfather is an Alliance Elder!"

"If you dare to touch me, the Zhang family will absolutely make you disappear from this world completely!"

Since begging for mercy was useless, Zhang Hengyuan immediately brought out his strongest backing.

In his thirty years of life, this trick had never failed.

As long as he reported the name of the Zhang family, even the hardest bones had to obediently lie down and act like dogs.

Lin Mo tilted his head.

The curve of his mouth widened further.

The rich blood energy under the state of Berserk Intent surged wantonly on his body, looking extremely terrifying!

"The Zhang family?"

"Just a stray dog on the side of the road!"

"It is precisely your Zhang family that I am hitting!"

Lin Mo raised his left hand and clenched it tightly into a fist.

Zhang Hengyuan watched that fist rapidly enlarge in his vision.

He was scared out of his wits!

He had a premonition that he would die from this punch!

"No! Lin Mo! I was wrong! I will pay! One billion! Ten billion!"

"Don't kill me!"

Zhang Hengyuan was instantly so scared that he knelt directly on the ground!

The left fist turned into a blurry afterimage.

Because the speed of the punch was too fast, the air was forcibly compressed and exploded, emitting a deafening sonic boom.

Bang!!!

This punch smashed onto Zhang Hengyuan's chest without any frills.

The terrifying explosive power of 350,000 points of strength poured out without reservation at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still in this second.

Following that, Zhang Hengyuan's chest cavity caved in at an incredibly anti-human angle.

The violent power penetrated his armor, passing through bones, muscles, and organs, crazily shredding inside his body.

No knockback.

No complete remains.

"Boom!"

Zhang Hengyuan's entire body exploded into a rain of blood on the spot!

Shredded meat and bone powder radiated to the surroundings like a fountain, splashing all over the ground like spilled ink.

A Level 200 Third Class Mage was just like that, blasted apart by a single punch!

He couldn't even leave behind a complete last word.

Clang.

Several potion bottles emitting rich magical fluctuations fell from the blood mist to the ground.

These were the supplies Zhang Hengyuan carried with him; as a Pharmacist, he was accustomed to carrying some potions.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

The seven Third Class thugs standing seven or eight meters away all froze into lifeless stone statues.

Everything happening before their eyes tore apart their cognition.

That was the Sixth Young Master!

A Level 200 high-level Mage!

The gap between Third Class Advancement and First Class Advancement was like the difference between clouds and mud!

Even if he stood still and let a Level 90 Blank Slate Warrior hack at him, it should have been impossible to break his defense!

How could he have been blasted into a sky full of blood mist by one punch?

"Gulp."

Don't know who it was that swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Lin Mo shook off the blood on his left hand.

He didn't even look at those thugs directly.

He bent down and picked up a bottle of potion from the ground.

[Ultimate Mana Recovery Potion: After drinking, instantly recover 50,000 mana points, and recover 50,000 mana points per second for the next 10 seconds.]

Good stuff.

As expected of the young master of a Pharmacist family that monopolizes Alliance resources; what he carries when going out are all top-tier treasures that simply cannot be bought on the market.

Lin Mo had just maintained a large-scale Blade Domain, and his mana points had been completely drained.

Now he was worrying about having no blue potions for endurance.

He pushed open the bottle stopper with his thumb, tilted his head, and drank the deep blue potion in one gulp.

The dried-up mana pool was instantly replenished.

The seven thugs finally came back to their senses.

The scar-faced leader gripped two short axes tightly with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

"The Young Master is dead... The Patriarch will absolutely not let us off!"

"Kill him! Avenge the Young Master!!!"

"Just a guy who is only Level 90! Everyone attack together!"

Seven powerful Third Class auras erupted at the same time.

They were all dead soldiers secretly kept by the Zhang family, and their practical combat coordination was extremely seasoned.

Two heavy-armored Shield Guard stood at the very front.

Three assassins directly hid into the shadows.

The scar-faced man and another Berserker circled around from both sides to flank.

A perfect killing encirclement formation.

Various brilliant skill lights illuminated the gray sky, locking onto Lin Mo simultaneously with fatal killing intent.

Lin Mo casually threw away the empty potion bottle.

The glass bottle smashed onto the bluestone slab, shattering into countless crystal fragments.

He raised his head, with only contempt and indifference in his eyes as if looking at trash.

The platinum longsword in his hand was raised accordingly.

"Whirlwind Slash!"

Level 4523 Whirlwind Slash.

Damage coefficient: Each segment deals 22,690% (226.9 times) of attack power as physical damage.

370,000 attack power!

226.9 times damage multiplier!

In front of this outrageous damage, all fancy tactical coordination was a huge joke.

A violent hurricane instantly swept through everything!

Enveloping everyone within it!

Like a natural disaster passing through, everything around was enveloped in this storm of destruction!