WDQK: Invincible with top-tier talent from the start

Chapter 61: Isn't This Just Robbery?

"What intense spiritual pressure!"

As soon as they stepped onto the first floor of the Symbol Master Tower, Lin Dong immediately felt a heavy wave of spiritual pressure slam into him. Startled, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"This pressure is what helps refine spiritual power. The first few floors don't do much. Let's go deeper."

Lin Fan didn't feel much from the pressure—after all, this was only the first floor.

"Mm." Lin Dong nodded and followed Lin Fan as they continued deeper into the tower.

Along the way, many other Symbol Masters noticed how easily the two advanced, and couldn't help but look on in envy.

They progressed effortlessly—

First floor!

Second floor!

…

In no time, they reached the fourth floor!

With each level, the spiritual pressure grew stronger. Their Life Symbols, bathed in the tower's power, were also becoming increasingly refined.

When the two stepped onto the fourth floor, the number of Symbol Masters noticeably decreased.

There were eight from Yan City and eight from Tianhuo City, sitting on opposite sides of the room with a tense atmosphere between them.

The arrival of Lin Fan and Lin Dong immediately caused both sides to grow wary.

Once their identities were recognized, the Yan City Symbol Masters all let out a sigh of relief.

In contrast, the Tianhuo City Symbol Masters became grim, immediately circulating their spiritual energy defensively.

Lin Fan gave them a casual glance, then led Lin Dong toward the pathway leading to the fifth floor.

"Brother Lin Fan! Cao Zhu and Liu Long went up to the fifth floor earlier—be careful!"

Just as they were about to enter the next level, a pale-faced Symbol Master from the Yan City group suddenly called out a warning.

Lin Fan stopped and smiled. "Thanks for the heads-up. May I ask your name? What happened to you?"

The man was taken aback but quickly replied, "I'm Li Hu. I was injured earlier—by Cao Zhu and Liu Long."

"I see." Lin Fan nodded, and with a thought, seven palm-sized short swords shot out, streaking toward the Tianhuo City Symbol Masters.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Seven sharp whistling sounds rang out—seven Tianhuo Symbol Masters were immediately wounded by the surprise attack.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Fan recalled all seven swords and stepped calmly into the passage to the fifth floor.

The eight Yan City Symbol Masters were stunned at first, then erupted in joy.

"Senior Brother Lin Fan is seriously powerful!"

They couldn't help but admire him, now all turning toward the Tianhuo group with barely disguised malice.

Lin Fan, however, paid no further attention to the fourth floor.

He'd simply lent a hand in passing—his focus was ahead.

Once he and Lin Dong reached the spiritual barrier between the fifth and sixth floors, they ran into Cao Zhu and Liu Long.

The two noticed Lin Fan at the same moment.

As for Lin Dong—they didn't even bother acknowledging him.

Cao Zhu's fists clenched tight, his face twisted with hate as he grit his teeth.

"Brother Lin Fan, I did warn you before—the Tower Battle is dangerous," Liu Long said with a faint smile.

Lin Fan smiled back. "The Tianhuo City Symbol Masters sure are thoughtful."

"Cao Zhu gifted me three Ice Xuan Swords last time. Looks like you want to give me something too—how generous."

Cao Zhu's chest heaved with rage, his teeth practically grinding to dust.

"Arrogant punk!"

Liu Long's face turned cold, and the smile vanished in an instant.

As his voice fell, he flicked his right hand—a blazing red sword flew from his Qiankun pouch, radiating scorching heat and dazzling brilliance. It was clearly a fine weapon.

"Spiritual Blade!"

Lin Fan didn't bother wasting words. His three Life Symbols in the Niwan Palace trembled as he unleashed a wave of powerful spiritual energy, condensing it into an invisible blade that slashed toward Liu Long's Sea of Consciousness!

Boom!

In an instant, Liu Long felt a deafening blast inside his mind.

He hastily rallied all his spiritual energy to defend his Niwan Palace.

But the gap between him and Lin Fan was simply too wide. Even his two Life Symbols were nearly torn apart by Lin Fan's attack!

Fortunately, Lin Fan held back—if he hadn't, that single blade could've completely obliterated Liu Long's spirit, killing him instantly and silently.

Even so, Liu Long was in deep crisis. His eyes lost focus, dazed and stunned.

His blazing red sword, now without control, dropped to the ground.

Whoosh!

Just then, one of Lin Fan's palm-sized short swords shot forward, stopping at Liu Long's forehead.

At the same time, Lin Fan dispersed the spiritual blade.

Liu Long finally snapped out of it—only to find the cold, sharp blade hovering inches from his forehead. His face turned ghostly pale.

All this took place in mere seconds.

It was only now that Cao Zhu reacted. His expression twisted with fear—more than anger.

He hadn't expected even Liu Long to be defeated so easily by Lin Fan!

"W-what do you want?" Liu Long gulped, his voice trembling with dread.

Lin Fan smiled. "Relax, I won't kill you."

"But… don't you think you should pay a little something to stay alive? Let's say… fifty thousand Yang Yuan Stones each. Fair, isn't it?"

Cao Zhu's eyes bulged. "Fifty thousand?! Why don't you just rob us!?"

"Aren't I?" Lin Fan smiled again and casually floated another short sword to hover right in front of Cao Zhu.

Liu Long gave a bitter smile. "Brother Lin Fan, fifty thousand is too much… I don't have that much right now…"

"Ah, so you choose wealth over life?" Lin Fan raised a brow, and the short sword pressed slightly against Liu Long's forehead, leaving a faint red mark.

"Wait! I'll give it!"

Feeling the prick of the blade, Liu Long shouted quickly and tossed a Qiankun pouch toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan caught it and, after a quick check, turned to Cao Zhu. "Now yours."

Cao Zhu looked like he'd just lost a family member. "I only have forty thousand…"

"Hand it over."

Without ceremony, Lin Fan extended his hand.

Cao Zhu nearly coughed up blood from heartbreak, but still tossed over the pouch.

After checking the contents, Lin Fan pocketed both pouches. Then, with a flick of spiritual energy, he summoned Liu Long's red sword into his hand.

"This sword can make up the rest. You two can settle the difference later."

"I'll consider this a generous gift from the two of you. Much appreciated—feel free to 'gift' me again sometime."

Liu Long and Cao Zhu were so enraged they actually coughed up blood.

"Let's go." Lin Fan smiled, withdrew his two short swords, and spoke to Lin Dong as they headed toward the sixth floor.

Lin Dong glanced once at the two dazed Tianhuo Symbol Masters, then silently followed behind Lin Fan.

Soon, the two passed through the spiritual barrier and entered the sixth floor of the Symbol Master Tower.

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