Zhou Lin swung the Gan Jiang treasure sword, which was emitting sword qi, and slashed towards its arm.
Ding—
The Gan Jiang sword made a crisp sound upon impact with the thing.
Zhou Lin hadn't expected this thing to be so resilient.
The muddy figure then raised its hand and slammed it forcefully towards Zhou Lin's position. But the moment it struck down, Zhou Lin had already dodged, then drew his whip.
Crack…
The sound of the whip followed instantly. Zhou Lin saw cracks appearing on the muddy figure's body and a smile touched his lips.
Huo Qi and the Professor of Metaphysics were overjoyed at the sight.
The next second.
They saw the mud within the mire slowly begin to emerge, successfully repairing the cracks that had just been made.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"It can repair itself?"
The Professor of Metaphysics couldn't help but examine the muddy figure with shock. This situation was highly unusual.
"Don't speak, don't draw attention from others."
Huo Qi, seeing the scene before him, quickly warned the Professor of Metaphysics.
It was best not to speak at this moment, as Captain Zhao and the others were protecting them, and they shouldn't cause trouble.
The shocked students behind them quickly covered their mouths, afraid that their voices would implicate them.
The same applied to the other students from Sakura Country. The main thing was not to speak, because Jing Xia had already arrived.
Given the professor's temper and disposition, he wouldn't let them off easily.
These people watched Jing Xia opposite them nervously.
But to their surprise, Jing Xia ignored them and instead looked at Zhou Lin.
Seeing this, Zhou Lin flicked his whip, wrapping it around the muddy figure's arm, and then swung upwards.
He stood in the air again, and with his whip, he fiercely struck the muddy figure's neck.
Crack…crack…crack crack…
Zhou Lin whipped out several times in quick succession, leaving many marks.
The next moment.
The muddy figure spat out a large amount of mud from its mouth.
Sensing something was wrong, Zhou Lin swung his whip towards its arm and hung in the air.
Just then, the mud that had been spat out landed on the ground, and a hole was corroded into it.
Zhou Lin and the archaeological team members nearby instinctively took a step back.
Was this mud or sulfuric acid?
In the live broadcast.
"Holy crap, it has this trick too? I underestimated it."
"Good thing the big shot's agility was so good just now. If it were me, I'd have turned into liquid, with no bones left."
"Didn't you guys say you only cared about the excitement? Not anymore? Are you bragging?"
"Exactly. They talk a good game, but what's the result? They can really brag now."
"What's the result? The result is you guys shouldn't look for trouble. If you don't want to die, don't BB, otherwise, your professors and the archaeological team will all die."
"That's right, that's right. You can't decide what the big shot does."
…
In the Dean's conference room.
"What will Zhou Lin do next? Is he still playing?"
Professor Wen whispered after observing the scene.
"This is Zhou Lin's business. We shouldn't talk about it. It's Zhou Lin's decision."
Professor Hu watched with great enthusiasm, especially Zhou Lin's aerial maneuvers, which were incredibly cool.
Has his body warmed up now?
The Dean began to anticipate Zhou Lin's next move. What would he do next?
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin decided he was done playing. He loosened his whip, and it fell down along the side of the muddy figure.
"System, give me a recommendation."
Zhou Lin sneered at the muddy figure opposite him.
Immediately, an electronic page appeared in his mind.
He saw a red symbol on the page, a very bright red.
"What is this?"
Zhou Lin was confused by the situation. What was this?
[Host, this 'Fire Sea Funeral' has a high-temperature effect.]
The system's emotionless voice replied.
"That powerful? Funeral is even involved? Then I have to try it."
Zhou Lin was eager to try it.
"Exchange."
Zhou Lin had figured out the pattern. Although these points cost a lot, the returns would be even greater.
So he decided to exchange.
"Exchange."
Zhou Lin looked at the bright red item with a little excitement.
[Ding, exchange successful.]
Zhou Lin looked at the item in his backpack and rushed towards Huo Qi and the Professor of Metaphysics.
"Professor Zhou Lin, what do we do? This thing can still self-repair?"
Huo Qi exclaimed as Zhou Lin approached.
"Not all of them self-repair. At least those ones won't."
Zhou Lin pointed to the muddy figures that Captain Zhao and Song Lin were attacking. They were currently under control.
Huo Qi and the Professor of Metaphysics twitched their mouths.
Was that the reason? Those wouldn't repair, but they could emerge from the mud pits below. Who knew how many there were?
"Um, let's resolve this quickly, no need to delay. It's better to be careful. We people of Great Xia should try not to get hurt."
Huo Qi whispered after observing the scene.
"Okay, Professor Huo, let's make a bet, shall we?"
Just as Zhou Lin was about to make a move, he looked at Huo Qi.
Huo Qi, seeing Zhou Lin's enthusiastic demeanor, felt a pang of fear. Making a bet at this moment, wasn't this just giving away money?
"Are you short on money? You're not short on money. What are you doing?"
Huo Qi was speechless. The two hundred he'd lost earlier still pained him.
"As a professor, there's no need to be like this, Professor? It's just a bet."
Zhou Lin still felt that money was more important. He had exchanged it with points, but he couldn't just waste it like this.
"Old man, are you afraid of losing?"
The Professor of Metaphysics exploited his advantage and sneered.
"If you're not afraid, then bet."
Huo Qi was displeased.
"Alright, I'll bet twenty thousand. I've made quite a bit of money recently anyway. It's decided."
The Professor of Metaphysics joined in the teasing and took out twenty thousand.
"You haven't even said what we're betting on, and you're already betting? Are you trying to trick us?"
Huo Qi frowned, feeling that something was amiss.
"Do you think I'm that kind of person, you brat?"
The Professor of Metaphysics looked at Huo Qi and began his smooth-talking mode with a clear conscience.
"Yes, you are."
Huo Qi stated firmly.
Zhou Lin: …
Professor of Metaphysics: …
The students of the archaeological team: …