Toying with an old man

In the spectator stands, the crowd stirred.

The teachers were organizing a swift evacuation of the students. Even the slightest spillover from a battle between Titled Douluos could cause irreversible consequences.

Soon, the grounds were cleared, leaving only Mo Lin on the arena platform and Huo Yuhao standing behind him.

Everyone else had already been taken away.

The two were surrounded, yet no one dared step forward. After all, who would dare make a rash move in a situation like this?

He had knocked Yan Shaozhe flat with a single punch. Anyone who still dared underestimate him truly had no brains.

Even now, Yan Shaozhe had yet to get up, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Broken stones littered the ground around him, and a conspicuous crater lay behind him, seemingly blasted out by that punch.

Yet he had actually survived taking an Ox Talisman-enhanced punch head-on without any defenses. His hide was extraordinarily thick.

"Brat, I don't care who you are. If you dare lay a hand on Shrek's people, you'll pay the price."

The words came from a scruffy old man, whose tangled beard still bore several conspicuous drops of grease.

Powerful Soul Power erupted from his body, making his robes snap and the wine gourd at his waist knock repeatedly.

"You talk too much."

Mo Lin had no interest in chatting with him. At a time like this, answering with his fists was the most appropriate response.

"Gravity-dispel!"

With a quiet shout, Mo Lin lightly tapped the space before him with a finger.

A ripple like those on water spread outward with him at its center.

The next moment, gravity dissipated.

Everyone felt their bodies grow light before they began floating uncontrollably into the air.

This was a special effect Mo Lin had developed using the Chicken Talisman's ability, called Telekinesis Demagnetization.

By using telekinesis to completely screen out the magnetic field within a certain space, it achieved the effect of eliminating gravity entirely.

Without gravity, this became a vacuum zone.

In an age that had yet to explore the universe, some panic was inevitable when faced with such a situation.

Especially for combat-oriented Soul Masters renowned for their strength, this move was practically their natural nemesis.

Although it could not render them completely useless, their strength would be greatly diminished without the ground to push off against.

And the weaker they were, the more pronounced the effect.

"Attack!"

Such a bizarre scene made everyone's expression turn extremely grim.

The danger Mo Lin posed in their minds was constantly climbing.

Whatever his purpose, they had to capture him today, or kill him here outright.

Soul Power surged, and Soul Rings lit up one after another.

Several Titled Douluos struck together, the sheer pressure they radiated cracking the solid arena platform.

Seeing this, Mo Lin raised a hand and swept it behind him.

A burst of telekinesis shot out, sending Huo Yuhao out of the area.

And just as he finished, their attacks came one after another.

Yet, faced with such a dense barrage, Mo Lin did not choose to dodge. Instead, he stood completely still.

He did not even make a defensive movement, leaving Xuan Zi and the others puzzled.

But they had no time to think about that now. Capturing him was what mattered most.

The attacks were about to strike Mo Lin.

The corners of Mo Lin's mouth lifted slightly, revealing an intriguing smile.

The next moment, his figure turned illusory, then vanished completely before their eyes.

Bang!

A tremendous crash rang out as several figures flew backward and slammed heavily into the ground.

With Mo Lin's sudden disappearance, all their attacks had struck their own companions.

Xuan Zi's attack had been the strongest in particular, blasting several people away in one go.

Lifting a rock only to smash one's own feet-the saying had successfully taken physical form at this moment.

Meanwhile, Mo Lin appeared five or six meters away from them, watching the scene of them striking one another with interest.

As the good half, he did not particularly enjoy fighting, so under normal circumstances, he would not necessarily strike to kill.

Of course, that excluded times when someone angered him.

At most, he could just say sorry afterward.

"Not bad strength, but your eyes don't work so well. Say, you don't happen to have a grudge against those people, do you? Taking the chance to land a dirty hit?"

Mo Lin's mocking voice rang out, making Xuan Zi flush red with rage.

He was toying with him. In all his years, this was the first time anyone had played him like this.

Humiliation. This was an enormous humiliation.

Today, this man had to die!

At that moment, Xuan Zi developed the intent to kill Mo Lin.

Mo Lin naturally sensed the change in his emotions, but the smile remained on his face.

After all, in his eyes, the man was merely a wild bull gone mad.

He glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist. Made from materials left over from building the Bye-Bye Machine, it was his tool for measuring the time on both sides, and the only tool permitted to be taken out.

"Say."

Seemingly sensing something, Mo Lin looked to one side.

"How long are you planning to sit there watching?"

A stooped, white-haired old man was sitting in the previously empty spectator stands.

The old man raised his head, a smile appearing on his aged face.

Then his figure flickered, vanishing from the spectator stands before appearing directly in front of Xuan Zi, who was on the verge of erupting.

"Everyone, stop."

His voice was not loud, yet it stilled the entire space.

"Elder Mu."

Seeing the newcomer, everyone who had intended to keep attacking stopped, reined in their auras, and bowed respectfully to him.

Mu En nodded slightly, his gaze curiously studying Mo Lin before him.

"What a remarkable domain skill. It can actually eliminate gravity completely within this area."

After sensing the surrounding environment, Mu En reached what he considered the most accurate conclusion.

Indeed, he had mistaken the Chicken Talisman's ability for a domain. After all, Mo Lin had not emitted any fluctuations of Soul Power.

Both Soul Ring skills and Soul Bones required Soul Power to sustain them. Only domains did not.

"You flatter me."

Since the man thought it was a domain, then a domain it was. He could not be bothered to explain.

"Young friend, you seem to dislike Shrek a great deal."

Mu En had noticed that Mo Lin bore no killing intent whatsoever. It seemed he was not an enemy of Shrek.

He had already rushed over when Mo Lin appeared and had witnessed the entire sequence of events.

He had remained a spectator purely because Mo Lin had not struck to kill.

He could tell that Mo Lin was very strong. Even without the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power, the abilities he displayed were enough to make even him wary.

"I don't particularly like it."

They had nearly ruined his spatial coordinates. It would be a miracle if he liked them.

"Your subordinates are a little lacking in discipline. You'd best keep them in line while you're still alive. Otherwise, weigh the consequences yourself."

He had no intention of being polite. He had come to wreck the place to begin with.

And they should count themselves fortunate that he was the one who had come to wreck the place. Had the other one come instead, Shrek would probably have been bathed in blood outright.

Hearing this, Mu En lowered his eyes slightly. He had heard the warning in those words, which even carried a hint of a threat.

Rather than answering immediately, he chose to ponder.

When facing the unknown, it was generally necessary to maintain a degree of vigilance.

"May I ask whether you hail from the Divine Realm?"