Super Resolution System

Lin Yaoyang lowered his head and looked at Lin Faang who was smashed into pieces by his stick. There was a trace of emotion in his heart. There was a cold smile on his face that made people feel a chill in their hearts.    

    

A person like Lin Faang was not worthy of even a trace of pity in Lin Yaoyang's heart. If he died, then so be it.    

    

However, what everyone did not notice was that the blood stains on Lin Yaoyang's face began to flicker with a black light.    

    

Under the black light, the blood stains on Lin Yaoyang's face started to fade slowly and finally disappeared.    

    

Lin Yaoyang felt his entire body heat up. It was actually the Power of the Ant King circulating automatically, swallowing all the blood on his body.    

    

He absorbed Lin Faang's Qi from within and then transferred it to himself, strengthening himself and quickly recovering the Qi that he had consumed during the battle.    

    

"This... this is a little too scary."    

    

Although Lin Yaoyang had been pleasantly surprised by the Power of the Ant King many times, this technique had never disappointed him.    

    

Moreover, there would be some small effects from time to time. Although the effects might not be too obvious, every time, it would give Lin Yaoyang a bright feeling.    

    

Lin Yaoyang also felt more and more that this Power of the Ant King marked with a middle grade Profound Rank cultivation technique was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.    

    

When the surrounding people saw what happened in front of their eyes, all of them became completely silent. No one said a single word.    

    

All of them were dumbfounded as they looked at the real money that was happening on the scene.    

    

"Hey hey! Give me a slap! Am I fucking dreaming!? Is this really a ghost?"    

    

" Pa! "    

    

A family disciple was talking to another person beside him. When that person heard him, without any hesitation, he slapped the face of the person who spoke.    

    

A red palm print appeared on that person's face, but the person who took it did not show any signs of anger. He swallowed his saliva and said: " En... His face was in great pain. It seems like we're not dreaming. "    

    

After the person who slapped him finished slapping him, he also rubbed his palm. That kind of genuine feeling also reminded him that this was indeed not a dream.    

    

Lin Yaoyang, who was in the opposite side of the arena, used a useless body without any qi inside his body to blow up the head of Lin Faang, who was at Level 9 Warrior's level.    

    

They were all very clear about Lin Faang's strength. He was the one with the highest level of cultivation amongst them all.    

    

Normally, none of these disciples would be willing to touch his brows if there was nothing going on.    

    

But now, the arrogant Lin Faang had his head blown up by a piece of trash in front of their eyes!    

    

Some of the elders who were standing close to Lin Faang had blood stains on their bodies, but at this moment, no one showed any displeasure on their faces.    

    

Red and white things were scattered all over the ground. Some of the female and male disciples who had a weaker mental endurance immediately vomited.    

    

Lin Qinghee's current mood could no longer be described as shock. How many years had it been? He had never experienced such ups and downs in his heart, even when Lin Yaoyang was struck by lightning and lost all of his cultivation. Not even Lin Qinghee had such a huge fluctuation in his emotions.    

    

Lin Qinghee looked at Lin Yaoyang as if he didn't know his son for a moment. Initially, he thought that he understood Lin Yaoyang very well, but the scene just now was still vivid in his mind. Suddenly, Lin Qinghee thought about it carefully. It seemed like he really couldn't see through his son, Lin Yaoyang.    

    

Although he was just a useless body, it still gave him an unfathomable feeling. Not far away from Lin Yaoyan, Lin Quan was staring blankly at all of this. He didn't make any comment for a long time.    

    

He stood there blankly and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. Then, like Lin Faang, Lin Quan lost his mind and went crazy. He grabbed the Spiritual Force Weapon that he had bought from Fatty Soong and forcefully poured his Qi into it.    

    

It actually made the "overused" Spiritual Force Weapon shine again. Lin Quan raised his sword and thrust it at Lin Yaoyang. He did not say anything, and his actions were neat and clean.    

    

Lin Quan shouted, "Flaming Saber Technique!"    

    

Although Lin Quan was roaring like this, it felt a little out of place when it was combined with the sword in his hand.    

    

Lin Quan couldn't be blamed for this. With the resources of Lin Family, how could they allow others to choose any combat skill they wanted?    

    

Of course, he would learn whatever he wanted. However, the difference between a sword and a sword wasn't too big. It was called a knife technique, but the effect of using it on a sword didn't reduce by much.    

    

After Lin Quan finished shouting, the defective Spiritual Force Weapon that was emitting cold qi in his hand ignited a flame on the surface of the Sword Blade, wrapping it up like a bug.    

    

Lin Yaoyang disdained it. He rushed towards Lin Quan's position in a flash. However, Lin Yaoyang's intention was not to take Lin Quan's sword head on. Instead, he was interested in the Spiritual Force Weapon that Lin Faang had taken out from his hand.    

    

Lin Yaoyang quickly held the Spiritual Force Weapon in his hand. When did the sword start to shine even brighter? However, no one cared about these details.    

    

When Lin Yaoyang grabbed the sword, Lin Quan's body also approached him. But this time, Lin Quan did not use a stab, but used the sword as a blade. He swung the sword at Lin Yaoyang's head.    

    

Lin Yaoyang didn't look at him. He grabbed his weapon and blocked Lin Quan's attack with his sword.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

A loud sound was heard. Lin Quan was the first one to realize that something was wrong. He felt as if the connection between him and the Spiritual Force Weapon in his hand had been severed in an instant.    

    

When Lin Quan looked at the sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand seriously, he was instantly dumbfounded.    

    

The sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand was perfectly fine, as if it had never been in a fight before.    

    

However, the sword in Lin Quan's hand had been scratched. The cracks on the Sword Blade started to spread like small snakes.    

    

The speed was visible to the naked eye. Lin Quan's face tightened when he saw this. How could he not see that the weapon he bought was on the verge of being destroyed?