Chapter 875: A Familiar Scene! I Don't Want to Waste Time!
"That's definitely just bragging!"
One of the top special ops members, the Blood Spirit Mage God, couldn't help but speak.
"Exactly! Total attention-seeking nonsense!"
The Tigress Warrior Alchi agreed coldly.
She was already annoyed at the cocky guy on stage!
If not for being afraid of being accused of bullying, she would've jumped up and punched that non-specialist.
But no matter what they thought—
The tall, cold figure on stage had already begun a countdown.
"Five!"
"Four!"
As he reached this point—
Bang!!
Jonathan, fully dragonized, suddenly became vicious. His dragon-scaled legs kicked off, and he lunged again.
This time, his speed was dozens of times faster than before!
Previously, the audience could barely make out some afterimages—
But this time—
It was like teleportation. He appeared in front of Ling Zhan in a blink, punching with deadly seriousness!
Yet, facing the strike, Ling Zhan's sharp, cold face showed no ripple of emotion. With a sidestep and the Gunslinger skill 'Invincible Slide,' he smoothly dodged, widening the gap by fifty meters.
"Three!"
His voice remained steady.
Not even his breathing was rushed.
"Damn it!"
Jonathan felt humiliated.
He unfurled his dragon wings and lunged again!
"Two!"
As he reached Ling Zhan again, throwing his second powerless punch, the countdown ticked to the second-to-last second.
This time, Ling Zhan didn't dodge.
Instead, he used a beginner skill from the Martial Artist class's Tai Chi sub-path—
'Four Ounces Deflect a Thousand Pounds!'
He gently raised both hands and pushed at the incoming fist!
Jonathan felt like he'd hit a cloud of cotton.
Even more shocking—
His punch veered off-target as if beyond his control!
Such refined force manipulation made even Jonathan lose control of his strike.
"One!"
As he redirected Jonathan's fist, Ling Zhan's voice calmly declared there was only one second left until he'd fall.
Bang! Bang!
Right after executing the Tai Chi skill, he threw two light punches.
The punches weren't strong—just enough to push Jonathan back.
Even the dragon scales on the struck areas were unharmed.
But the massive Dragonkin was shoved ten meters away.
Ling Zhan coldly stated: "Fall."
As the word fell—
The crowd leaned forward, wide-eyed, ready to unleash mockery if Jonathan didn't fall.
But—
Jonathan let them down again.
Thud!!
The once-vicious, dragonized Jonathan collapsed like a felled mountain!
His sheer weight cracked the arena floor.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
Lying on the ground, Jonathan's eyes had rolled back. His body twitched violently, foaming at the mouth like he was poisoned.
Whoa!!
The audience, ready to throw shade, instead cried out in shock!
They stared like they'd seen a ghost!
"Holy crap! What just happened!?"
"Huh!? This..."
"What, he just fell? Jonathan, you're not acting, are you?"
"My god! He really fell! What did Ling Zhan do? Anyone understand!?"
"If I did, I wouldn't be here freaking out with you all!"
The most shocked, though—
Were Li Xuerou and the four special ops members.
They thought the non-specialist was bluffing.
But he really pulled it off!
David, Jana, and the others who knew Jonathan's strength best were reeling internally.
The beautiful and composed General Li Xuerou sat frozen.
She'd led Mohr Fortress for years, fought countless battles against the Abyss.
Even dramatic reversals on the battlefield—
None had shocked her as deeply as this!
Because battlefield turns still followed logic.
But this? This was the impossible becoming real!
How could she not be shaken?
Five seconds to take down a level-190 powerhouse!
What kind of concept was that!?
She couldn't even imagine it.
In that moment—
She finally understood why her proud niece was so obsessed with this non-specialist.
They used to talk tactics and combat.
Now it was all about romance.
Li Xuerou had wondered what kind of man could hold such charm.
Now that she saw it with her own eyes—
She finally understood her niece.
On the Demon-Slaying Legion side—
Cheers erupted.
Mordess, Ye Qingling, Bazel, and the top ten looked stunned.
Damn!!
Wasn't that the same move their instructor used when all ten of them ganged up on him days ago!?
Back then, they lasted only three seconds before foaming at the mouth!
Jonathan was stronger than them—he was a senior from the last generation of the legion.
Yet even he only lasted two seconds longer!
Watching Jonathan's twitching body, the top ten gave him sympathetic looks.
Yeah...
They knew that horrific pain—like thousands of poison bugs gnawing at your soul.
Jonathan was still twitching because—
Countless gu insects were already inside him, greedily devouring his dragon-enhanced flesh.
To the bugs, that was a gourmet meal.
Which made them even more ravenous.
"Instructor Ling's move is just cruel..."
"I still get nightmares thinking about it!"
"Jonathan probably wants to die right now."
Mordess, Ye Qingling, and the others all thought bitterly.
On the stage—
Ling Zhan had long since stopped looking at Jonathan.
His cold gaze locked onto David, Alchi, and the other special ops members.
At the same time, those familiar words rang out again—
"You all come at once."
"I don't want to waste time!"