Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Flames fell all over, turning the stage into a sea of fire.
Ling Zhen laughed wildly, "Fortunately you are above level 20, or else I wouldn't be able to use level 20 skills."
"How do you like my Rain of Fire?"
"Does it feel good to be burned?"
Lin Moyu leisurely strolled out of the flames.
The Bone Armor covering him shone brightly, completely isolating him from the flames.
To the level 22 Bone Armor, Ling Zhen's attack is similar to ant bites.
Ling Zhen was stunned. The result was completely different from his expectations.
He raved, "This can't be! This is impossible!"
Fireballs and ice arrows ejected out from his stave.
These attacks were all blocked by the Bone Armor, failing to produce any effect.
"Are you done? Your skills are too weak." Lin Moyu spoke flatly.
Subsequently, fire flashed in his palm.
A spark dropped and burrowed into Ling Zhen's head.
Ah!
Screams resounded.
Ling Zhen knelt on the floor with his head in his hands and unleashed cries of agony.
Blood erupted from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
He looks really pitiful.
In the next moment, he disappeared and then appeared outside the stage.
Then a light arose abruptly and landed on him.
The academy's Healers began treating Ling Zhen.
He couldn't withstand a single strike from Lin Moyu.
If it weren't for the fact that they were in the martial arena and the formation's protection, Ling Zhen would have died already.
By restricting his summoning skills and making sure that there are no corpses around, will this really leave Lin Moyu with his hands tied?
Will this leave him at another's mercy?
No way.
He can still defend with Bone Armor and attack with Soul Blaze.
These two skills are sufficient for combat.
Ling Zhen was taken down in an instant.
The spectators, who have already prepared proverbial popcorn and soda, were stupefied.
They were prepared to enjoy a thrilling battle, yet this is the outcome?
There was no enjoyment at all. They only saw Lin Moyu's palm lit up, and then Ling Zhen was cowering on the floor.
It was too fast.
And besides, the a
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