Zhou Lin glanced sideways at the mercenaries beside him, hadn't they said they didn't value mercenaries much?
Since that's the case, let's go up.
Huo Qi and the metaphysics professor knew Zhou Lin was trying to ease the tension after his earlier remarks.
Song Lin was choked, looking at Zhou Lin beside him as if he were a monster.
"Professor Zhou Lin, even if we are not from your Great Xia, you can't harm us like this."
Zhou Lin looked at his expression and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Your words just now doomed all you mercenaries. I'm just letting you experience what it's like to fight against overwhelming odds, to see if anyone will save you in despair."
After speaking, Zhou Lin said no more.
Instead, he stood back.
"Captain Zhao, stall for time."
Zhou Lin said, then stood still.
"Understood."
Captain Zhao quickly responded, holding a dagger. Zhou Lin had saved his brother earlier, and now it was their turn to protect him.
But this dagger...
"Learn from this. Even if it's fighting against overwhelming odds, they will still go up. You mercenaries are far inferior to those from Great Xia."
Huo Qi thought of what Captain Song Lin had said earlier and was also displeased.
Song Lin felt uneasy, as if thorns were pricking him, seeing the way the Great Xia people were looking at him.
Captain Zhao had no interest in listening to him; he was focused on the evil spirit beside them.
The Painter looked at the mercenaries with disdain.
His painting skills had once been deeply favored by the Queen; he could depict anything with lifelike detail.
The mercenaries watched as the evil spirit wielded a large knife, sweeping it towards their position.
Clang...
The knife struck the dagger in the mercenary's hand. Captain Zhao felt a shock in his hand, a dull ache.
By the time he reacted, a line of his brothers stood beside him, all standing at attention, their hands bleeding.
"You..."
"Captain, this thing is so huge. If it were just you, what would you do?"
One of the team members saw their captain step up and couldn't just stand by.
Otherwise, this single strike could cleave the captain in two.
Captain Zhao's heart was deeply moved.
In the live broadcast room.
"Damn, I'm really moved watching this."
"These are our mercenaries. If it were from other countries, who knows what would happen. I won't name names."
"What do you mean by pointing fingers and scolding others?"
"What's wrong with saying something about your Sakura country? You heard it yourselves. What kind of people are these mercenaries who say such things? Who do you expect to save?"
"It's only because the big shot is kind-hearted. If it were me, I wouldn't save them no matter how much they paid. Saving you would be like saving ungrateful wretches. First, it was An Bei, whom you saved, and then he tried to harm the big shot. Then it was Jin Xia. Tsk tsk, can you not harm people?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't make baseless accusations."
...
At this moment, Zhou Lin was looking at an electronic page displaying a brush with a Tai Chi symbol on it.
"What is this?"
Zhou Lin looked at the brush on the electronic page, surprised and perplexed. This...
He was the one holding the pen, but he couldn't paint. This was a matter of life and death!
[This is the Yin Yang Brush. As long as the host likes it, you can freely paint whatever you wish.]
"Are you telling me you don't know who the enemy is? That's the Painter. What am I? I'm a novelist. How can I compete?"
Zhou Lin was speechless.
[Host, the heart guides the hand. What you think in your heart will be painted as you desire.]
After the system finished speaking, it fell silent.
Zhou Lin looked at the Yin Yang Brush on the page, his heart filled with doubt. But since the system had said so, and points had been deducted, there shouldn't be any problem, right?
Just then—
"Zhou Lin..."
Huo Qi beside him cried out desperately. Zhou Lin snapped back to attention and saw the evil spirit had already appeared beside him, approaching him.
The large saber in its hand was already swinging.
Zhou Lin dodged and stood beside Professor Huo Qi.
"You guys are not loyal. You ran without even telling me."
Zhou Lin was very exasperated.
"We called out, but you didn't move. You looked as steady as Mount Tai, and we thought you had everything under control, so we left first. Weren't you like that before?"
Huo Qi asked, confused, after hearing him.
Zhou Lin wanted to say more, but in the end, he didn't know how to explain.
Captain Zhao and the other mercenaries were all lying on the ground.
Even those from Sakura country were the same.
Many were clutching their chests, with blood on their lips.
He had exchanged for an item, but was it worth it? It had come to this?
"While you were lost in thought, they fought fiercely. Fortunately, they are skilled."
The metaphysics professor, recalling the scene he had just witnessed, felt a surge of fear. This guy was huge; they were no match for him.
At this very moment—
The large saber in the evil spirit's hand was about to strike Captain Zhao.
"Captain."
The mercenaries beside him wanted to intervene, but their bodies were wracked with pain, and they couldn't move. They could only roar helplessly.
Captain Zhao closed his eyes in despair, regretting that he hadn't been able to help Professor Zhou Lin.
In the live broadcast room.
"Oh no, what do we do? Captain Zhao is finished, isn't he?"
"Big shot, save us! Don't be lost in thought anymore! Someone's going to die soon."
"I can't watch anymore. This is too terrifying. This is definitely the most terrifying scene I've ever seen."
"Your professor is so amazing, why isn't he making a move now?"
"Aren't people from Great Xia all heroes?"
...
In the Dean's conference room.
Everyone watched Captain Zhao in danger, their hearts filled with anxiety.
This wasn't Zhou Lin; ordinary people didn't have his skills.
"At this point, what will Zhou Lin do? Why hasn't he made a move yet?"
Professor Hu was extremely worried.
"Yes, I'm on the edge of my seat."
Professor Wen was also very nervous.
The entire conference room was filled with tension.
Inside the tomb at this moment.
Zhou Lin took out the Yin Yang Brush, and a massive shield appeared in mid-air, directly in front of Captain Zhao.
Clang—
With a loud crash.
Zhou Lin then drew a giant saber above the evil spirit and severed its head.
The evil spirit's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then vanished.
This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Especially the Painter...
He couldn't understand how the evil spirit he had painted had become like this, looking at Zhou Lin beside him in disbelief.
He was utterly astonished.