Chapter 1 The Martial Arts Expert William

Regardless of what kind of identity Count William had, his rumored fighting skills did not seem to be fake. Facing such a close-range salted fish thrust, he managed to dodge it at an almost impossible angle. Only a lock of hair on his forehead was burned to ashes by the high temperature of the plasma gun, which surprised Hao Ren.

But the surprise was only for a moment. Hao Ren's offensive did not stop at all. As William dodged, he had already twisted his spear and stabbed at the man in front of him from another angle.

"You're quite cunning," Hao Ren said as he attacked. "You deliberately stood so close to me just now and said those words, trying to distract me so that the old guy opposite could launch a sneak attack, right? Tsk tsk, your plan was quite successful."

The hot plasma gun blade cut through the air, leaving a twisted trail in the sky. Wherever the blade passed, the furniture was torn apart, the ground caught fire, and precious gold and silver tableware and porcelain softened and flowed down like beeswax in the flames. William was shocked by the powerful force of this "ancient weapon." Several colors of magical brilliance shone on his body. These precious protective gears were automatically activated merely by the residual power of the plasma, and it was because of these magical gears that the Count had not been hurt until now.

However, his situation did not improve much because of this. Hao Ren's attacks were quite skilled and experienced. No matter how the Count dodged, he simply could not avoid the attack range of the spear. His fancy clothes had been damaged in many places, and not far away, his subordinates were worried about accidentally injuring him, so they could only hold their weapons and hesitate, not knowing how to intervene.

Such a predicament finally seemed to stimulate Count William's ruthlessness. When Hao Ren's spear stabbed again, he suddenly burst into a beast-like roar, and then forcibly rushed towards a direction that had already been blocked.

Even Hao Ren was stunned by this unconventional situation. His movements slowed down, and Count William had already sacrificed himself to break a path. There was a strange sound of flesh burning, and the Count screamed heart-wrenchingly, but he also successfully escaped the dangerous area.

An arm fell to the ground. This arm belonged to William Tyrian Kant a second ago, but now it had become lifeless flesh. The high temperature of the plasma flame had evaporated the wound on the arm, and not a drop of blood had flowed out.

Count William hugged his shoulder and staggered to the other side of the room, shouting loudly, "You idiots! Don't just stand there! Attack together!"

At this time, the fully armed assassins finally reacted, and they all roared and rushed forward fearlessly.

Hao Ren frowned. He could see that these were all trained death warriors. Deterrence and pain were meaningless to them, so he gripped his spear in one hand and took out his other weapon from his personal space: the Inspector's Pistol.

A black short knife slashed from the side. The knife holder was the "ancient history expert Handel" who had been sitting next to Lamorre. This guy who had been posing as a scholar was actually a brave warrior. His short knife slashed down, and the blade shone with a red energy, even the air was torn apart, making a piercing screech.

Hao Ren raised his spear to block the powerful short knife, and raised his psionic pistol in the other hand, pulling the trigger without looking back.

A ball of blue light burst out in the air. A certain corner that was originally empty suddenly produced air fluctuations, and then a crystal-clear blue crystal statue fell from the air: this crystal statue was a man holding a crossbow. He was hiding and preparing to sneak attack, but now he was full of astonishment, his posture maintained in a state of preparing to turn around and run away. He fell to the ground and turned into dust with a bang.

Handel's short knife hit the plasma spear, bursting out a bright spark. He felt as if he had hit a whole piece of diamond. The "ancient guardian's" arm did not move at all under this powerful impact. He immediately realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to retreat: Hao Ren turned around and kicked him with a whip leg.

Mr. Handel landed in several batches, the farthest piece being ten meters away from the nearest piece.

But more death warriors were still rushing up fearlessly.

These people disguised as scholars – whether they were mages or warriors – were now all bloodshot, as if they were in some strange berserk state, roaring and rushing up to block Hao Ren's path with their lives. Various energy-shining long and short weapons slashed down like splashing water. This time, Hao Ren finally could not block them all: his blocking and dodging abilities had always been poor. Facing group attacks, he usually used faith to resist, and his faith was also not good, so at this moment, the rigid shield on his body immediately shone with shimmering light.

The shield capacity began to decrease, and the rate of decrease was faster than expected.

Hao Ren put the shield alarm information in the corner, and accelerated the speed of his attack in his hand. At this moment, a series of obscure and strange chants suddenly came from the side.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the black-robed Lamorre, who had seemed to have lost half his life, had stood up and was chanting magic. An empty crystal bottle was thrown at the old wizard's feet, and the remaining liquid in the crystal bottle was still shining with a faint light.

The magic potion used by this level of wizard was certainly not a mana potion for apprentices. In fact, at his level, external objects could hardly quickly replenish his vast and infinite magic pool. The crystal bottle that fell on the ground contained a forbidden medicine, Abyss Drop, a terrible substance from the depths of the Chaos Rift Point. It was said that it was the blood of a giant dragon soaked in the dark magic of Karlos. The primitive energy it contained could replenish almost any form of power loss, and it would be filled up at once. But this chaotic potion also had terrible side effects. Every time it was used, it would drag the user further towards the dark side of this world. Usually, after only three times, the person who drank the Abyss Drop would be directly swallowed by chaos.

Hao Ren didn't recognize Abyss Drop, but the moment he saw the potion bottle, he knew what had happened:

This old man is a whale! That thing must be expensive! (whale is a reference to gacha games where players pay money).

At the same time that this thought flashed through his mind, Lamorre's spellcasting finally ended.

The old wizard's instant-cast scorching ray had amazing power. At this time, the magic he released after a long spell preparation and the amplification of Abyss Drop was certainly even more destructive, but those death warriors who were besieging Hao Ren did not mean to dodge at all. Instead, they rushed up one by one, abandoning all moves and routines, just to block the opponent's retreat route.

Such a fearless fighting spirit, if they weren't enemies, Hao Ren would really want to praise them.

Then he was hit head-on by a dazzling white light.

"Origin Dissolution!!" Lamorre's hoarse roar came after the white light.

The disintegration ray swept across half of the hall like a storm. Wherever the white light shone, all matter began to disintegrate from the atomic level. Things seemed to disappear out of thin air, turning into nothingness in the light. The white light quickly passed Hao Ren's position and continued to spread behind him – the walls of the hall, the doors, the corridor behind, the garden outside the corridor, the waterwheel and river outside the garden, the racecourse, the grove...

The disintegration ray swept across half of the Kant Manor, until a small hill outside the manor was evaporated before it finally stopped.

The battlefield was completely changed.

Viewed from the air, one-third of the Kant Manor had been turned into white sand. A huge fan-shaped area was spread on the ground like a cut-off cake. The end of this fan-shaped area was the hills on the south side of the manor, and the starting point was the east hall of the manor's main house. At the sharp corner of this "cake" was where Hao Ren was standing.

Lamorre's face was as pale as paper, and the magic wand in his hand turned into ashes as soon as it was touched. The several mages standing beside him had already fallen to the ground: in the previous spellcasting, these high-level mages were burned out as "fuel" for the joint spellcasting.

After the "ancient guardian" had blocked his scorching ray unscathed, the old wizard knew that ordinary spells were simply ineffective against the opponent. He decisively chose to use the "Origin Dissolution" which exceeded the limits of mortals. This spell was considered an extraordinary power outside the rules, a part of the authority of the gods. In the Koror world, there was nothing that could resist it – as long as the opponent was still a mortal thing.

He stared at the ball of white light that had not completely dissipated. The remaining three black warriors also clenched their knight swords and sabers, waiting nervously. Although they knew that no one could survive in the disintegration ray, they were still worried that the nightmare would turn into reality.

However, the nightmare finally turned into reality.

A hand stretched out from the white light. With a wave of this hand, it tore apart the remaining energy of the disintegration ray, and Hao Ren, who was still unscathed, walked out of it.

Magic immunity – only immune to certain specific types of magic, but once immune, the resistance is 100%.

Hao Ren looked at the overturned battlefield around him and was shocked: "Are you crazy enough to demolish your own home?"

He also saw a half of a dead warrior's body under his feet: this assassin was hit by the disintegration ray, and half of his body within the range of the ray disappeared directly: "Are you crazy enough to kill your teammates?!"

Finally, he saw Lamorre, who was staggering in front of him. The old wizard finally couldn't support himself at this time. A wisp of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the whole person slowly fell to the ground.

"Are you crazy enough to hit yourselves?!"