While Lin Yuan was puzzling over this, the alternative-looking Player opposite him was so shocked his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Can the power of Authority... be shattered with bare hands?"
The alternative-looking Player simply could not comprehend what had just happened.
If Lin Yuan had taken out some Relic and used the power of Authority to cancel out his Demon Gate, he could have understood that.
But shattering it with a punch?
The alternative-looking Player swallowed and cursed inwardly:
Those bastards at the Press Club must have withheld important information again!
Damn it, I should've spent those few extra bucks on some high-grade intel!
I shouldn't have enjoyed those foot massages on Peach Island so much that I spent all the funds my big bro gave me!
As he was cursing inwardly, he suddenly saw Lin Yuan clench his fist, seemingly considering taking the initiative to attack. He hurriedly raised both hands and shouted:
"STOP! Spare me, good sir! Watashi surrenders!"
Who would have thought this apparently good-for-nothing fellow was a master of three languages?
Lin Yuan was rather speechless, but he did have questions to ask, so he refrained from attacking again and asked with a frown:
"Who exactly are you? Why are you here?"
The alternative-looking Player immediately answered:
"This lowly one is called Yellow Hair. I'm here for this Instance's special yield."
"Special yield?" Lin Yuan's brow shifted slightly.
Apparently, there was more to this Instance he had stumbled across than he had thought.
Lin Yuan had experienced fewer Instances than any other Player, so he was not very good at identifying such things.
To his eyes, all he could vaguely make out through the nearby Instance's Instance Boundary was an island covered in what looked like primeval forest.
Yellow Hair nodded obediently.
"That's right. This