Chapter 873: Chapter 873
Che Zhengshuo charged forward, but without urgency, as he wanted to know just how powerful Lin Baici’s full-force strike truly was.
He didn’t suspect Lin Baici of attempting to steal the spoils of war, for this fellow truly dared to make a move against a Dragon Level.
While everyone was searching for Lin Baici’s figure, he appeared behind Che Zhengshuo.
Lighting Fast activation!
The flow of time immediately slowed down, and everything in front of Lin Baici seemed to be played in slow motion, frame by frame.
Lin Baici raised his hand, swiftly slapping towards Che Zhengshuo’s head!
Divine Grace Activation, Great Impression Hand!
Lin Baici’s right hand, with the sound of tearing wind, struck the back of Che Zhengshuo’s head.
After being hit with that slap, Che Zhengshuo’s entire figure began to distort and deform, rapidly falling towards the ground, and then, as if he were a decal, was imprinted onto it.
Che Zhengshuo tumbled from the three-dimensional world into the two-dimensional one.
The Divine Graces hit the ground and the table, causing wood chips and stones to scatter everywhere.
Lin Baici didn’t pay attention to these, instead staring intently at Che Zhengshuo on the ground.
The young man from Goryeo, who always stood with one hand in his pocket, was now a floor painting, looking as lively as ever and still maintaining that same posture.
Xia Qila shouted furiously.
In fact, there was no need for her to cry out; aside from the Yellowstone Group’s people, everyone else had already stopped. This text is hosted at novelꞁire.net
For the slap Lin Baici delivered was too terrifying, smashing someone flat onto the floor.
Just how powerful was that Divine Grace?
Every individual seeking to establish ties with the Great Shaman began to consider whether they’d die before they managed to establish a relationship.
After all, Lin Baici’s move seemed exceptionally formidable.
The bald man and Aunt Susan stopped in their tracks, looking bewilderedly at Lin Baici.
They now realized that this kid’s attack on the Great Shaman was a feint; his true intent was to kill that Goryeo man.
The others were equally at a loss.
"Why did you kill him?"
"Aren’t you companions?"
"If it were me, I’d kill him too, this guy always keeps one hand in his pocket, he’s too showy, it bothers me!"
The crowd murmured among themselves, waiting for an answer.
Li Shangzhen was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that he almost bugged out his eyes.
What is going on here?
And those Three Divine Graces, too strong, right?
Especially that Teleportation, it’s clearly something that quintuplet girl group used.
Li Shangzhen was envious and resentful.
Allowing a person from the Nine States to have such Top Divine Graces felt to him like a massive loss.
Lin Baici offered no explanations, quickly reaching into his suit to take off the World War II medal pinned on his shirt.
Lin Baici called out, activating the medal.
After a flash of light, a T-34 tank appeared beside him.
Lin Baici jumped onto the tank, swiftly taking out the Bodhi Messenger’s Kasaya from inside and putting it on himself. He then clipped the Paramour Pliers to his waist, while holding a Bronze Sword and a Pine Wood Torch in his hands.
Because he had come to eat, the Black Tripod Bowl wasn’t convenient to carry, and Lin Baici wanted to stay under the radar, so he asked Xia Hongyao for the World War II medal.
"Damn, space forbidden items? What’s the background of this kid?"
"All these Taboo things he has look so powerful!"
"What’s the actual situation?"
The crowd discussed fervently, scrutinizing Lin Baici.
Hadn’t they heard of such a figure among the younger generation of the Nine States?
"Are you a secret weapon cultivated by Jiuzhou Security Bureau?"
In his view, a newcomer simply couldn’t amass such formidable Great Divine Grace and numerous top-quality equipments on his own—Lin Baici definitely had a background.
"Don’t just stand there, prepare for battle, this guy might not be dead yet!"
"Is there something wrong with him?"
Aunt Susan’s thick eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Che Zhengshuo on the floor. Let alone a mere God Hunter, even if Sejong Zheng himself, a Dragon Level, were to come, the Great Shaman had nothing to fear.
The silent Xia Qila suddenly spoke, "Is he a god?"
This one sentence set the restaurant abuzz.
"No way, do gods look like that?"
"What makes you think he’s a god?"
Caught in the grip of nervousness, everyone instinctively turned to Xia Qila, waiting for confirmation.
After all, in this place, Xia Qila was a Dragon Level, the most authoritative figure!
Lin Baici gripped the Bronze Sword, fully alert.
Li Shangzhen pinched the bridge of his nose, his brain feeling overloaded.
"I think you just want to find an excuse to kill, right?"
The bald man sneered, "Did he cuckold you or something?"
Lin Baici’s piercing gaze immediately turned towards the bald man.
The man initially had more to say, but after being stared down by Lin Baici, the rest of his words choked back.
By now, Lin Baici, with consecutive victorious combats, had cultivated a certain sense of oppression.
"You don’t have to feel it, I just am!"
A magnetic male voice suddenly resounded, shocking everyone in the restaurant. They felt goosebumps all over, as if they were being held under a guillotine, waiting for execution at any moment.
Everyone instantly turned around, scanning the room. Lin Baici, Xia Qila, and the few elite figures like Aunt Susan immediately focused their eyes towards the three-o’clock direction.
A typical attractive Korean man who had been hiding under a table, scared out of his wits by the fighting in the restaurant and a local of Gwangju for twenty-two years, now stood up.
He was a textbook example of a handsome Korean, only marred by the obvious plastic surgery he had undergone. He had been terrified by the carnage in the restaurant and hid under a table, but now he rose.