Resurrected Heroes

[Based on the overall strength of the contestants, a total of 102,389 Heroic Spirits have been awakened.]

Hearing the number of Heroic Spirits, all the contestants were stunned.

"What's going on? Did I hear that right? One hundred thousand Heroic Spirits awakened!"

"Is it because Ryan, Hahn, and Mars appeared? That is just ridiculous!"

Gao Sheng's mouth was wide open, clearly very surprised.

"It's over. I'm afraid I'm going to lose my life here this time."

"With one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits mobilized at the same time, it's impossible to hide safely for three days."

Lin Yuan's expression was the exact opposite of Gao Sheng's.

Happy, very happy.

If he could wipe out all one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits, he would definitely be able to get a lot of experience points.

[The melee is about to begin]

[Countdown: 30s]

As the countdown began, the people around him were teleported away one after another; Gao Sheng was among them.

The teleportation was not without pattern; it started from low to high based on combat power.

This was a disguised form of protection for the low-combat-power crowd, allowing them time to set traps or find a place to hide.

When there were only 5 seconds left on the countdown, only Ryan, Hahn, and Mars remained in front of Lin Yuan.

Seeing that there was actually someone else who hadn't been teleported away, the three of them looked at Lin Yuan with surprised gazes.

"A human?" Mars twitched his nose.

"I smell rich, mellow blood."

A look of interest appeared in Mars' eyes.

"Before tasting the blood of the Golden Family, I don't mind having an appetizer first."

It was obvious that Mars treated Lin Yuan as prey and wanted to drink his blood.

Hahn was expressionless. In his eyes, a human was simply not worth his attention.

Furthermore, having been targeted by Mars, Lin Yuan's fate was already sealed: he would become a shriveled corpse.

Ryan's gaze lingered on Lin Yuan for a moment, and the blood of the Golden Family within him suddenly boiled.

His innate instincts were frantically sounding alarm bells, telling him that the human in front of him was extremely dangerous.

Ryan was shocked. The last person who gave him this sense of crisis was his older brother, Leo, the son of God from the previous generation of the Golden Family, hailed as the person most likely to inherit the power of the gods—an 80th-level Arbiter Sword Saint.

How could a 40th-level human compare to an 80th-level Arbiter Sword Saint with the bloodline of the gods?

Ryan once felt that he was having an illusion, but his boiling bloodline would not lie.

There were two possibilities for this situation: either this human possessed unparalleled strength, or the other party possessed mythical equipment.

Regardless of which one it was, the human in front of him was not someone Ryan could afford to provoke.

Thinking of this, Ryan cursed inwardly: "Damn it, what bad luck."

Originally, Ryan thought this melee was a battle royale game with him as the boss.

However, the appearance of Hahn and Mars introduced variables to this melee, making it very difficult to obtain the Battlefield Hero achievement.

That would have been fine, but then a human suspected of possessing mythical equipment appeared—it was just ridiculous.

While cursing inwardly, Ryan suddenly remembered what Mars had just said, and his eyes lit up as he said in a deep voice:

"Mars, take it out on me if you have any tricks."

"What kind of skill is it to bully a human?"

Ryan deliberately said these words in front of Lin Yuan, wanting to curry favor with him.

Ryan had heard of Mars' reputation—he was notorious. Anyone targeted by him would eventually be drained of blood and die.

Mars had already treated Lin Yuan as prey in front of others; he would absolutely not give up because of Ryan's words.

Ryan's words would not only fail to make Mars give up but would instead make Mars even more interested in Lin Yuan.

The more you want to protect something, the more you want to destroy it; Mars was just such a pervert.

Ryan's little schemes did not escape Lin Yuan's eyes. Lin Yuan tilted his head, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he issued a death notice to the three of them.

"I hope you can find a place I can't find."

"Otherwise, I'll beat you to death."

Lin Yuan laughed wantonly and arrogantly, and the three of them felt a chill down their spines instantly.

Hahn looked up at Lin Yuan, "Ant, how dare you speak so wildly."

Mars revealed a sickly smile, "I hope you can still maintain this appearance before I drain your blood."

"Because that will really whet my appetite."

Ryan didn't speak, just took a deep look at Lin Yuan.

When the countdown reached 0, the three of them disappeared in front of Lin Yuan.

[12 hours remaining until transport]

"Huh?" Lin Yuan was stunned.

"Damn, twelve hours? The opportunity will have passed by then."

Twelve hours—with Lin Yuan's efficiency, the contestants would have already been wiped out.

Lin Yuan felt he was being maliciously targeted. "I protest!"

Lin Yuan shouted at the sky, but no one paid him any attention.

"Sigh!" Lin Yuan sighed and summoned A Lan, A Li, and Tie Chui to his side.

After A Li appeared, his first action was to raise his right hand and grip the hilt of the darkkin demon sword.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan waved his hand at A Li, "You'll have to wait 12 hours before you can fight."

"I called you all over to play cards."

Twelve hours was a bit too long; playing cards together would make the time pass faster. They couldn't just sit there doing nothing.

Upon hearing that there was no need to fight, A Li released his hand from the sword hilt, then took out a harp of his own accord and walked to the side to play silently.

Tie Chui was even more extreme; he pulled out a large anvil from who knows where, took out the materials he had obtained earlier, and started hammering away with a clanging sound.

Lin Yuan: ... Looking at this posture, playing cards was impossible. Then he would play something else.

Lin Yuan clapped his hands and summoned Ayan to his side. "Ayan, do you have a game console on you? Let's play for a while."

Ayan was wearing sunglasses, with a cigarette in his mouth, paired with his red hair—a true cool, energetic lad.

Ayan had been PK-ing with someone at the Imperial City on the computer when he was summoned by Lin Yuan. After realizing where he was, Ayan was very excited.

"Oh ho, I can finally fight side by side with Master!"

"And it's actually my favorite melee!"

"Let me use flames to purify all enemies."

"The Dragon of Burning All Things from Dragon Island—Ayan, reporting for duty!"

Ayan's chuunibyou soul ignited; he couldn't wait to fight side-by-side with Lin Yuan and remember this moment when the gears of fate turned.

Lin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. "The battle doesn't start for another twelve hours."

"Immediately, right now, find a game that can kill time."

Ayan smoothed his hair, which was like flames. "A game to kill time? How about Contra?"

"Even those with clumsy hands can play."