How does one even describe Jack Lakan? Merely by roaring, he could shatter the magical dimensional space within a radius of at least thirty kilometers; he could withstand nearly any blow without dying; simply emitting light beams from his body could obliterate distant mountain peaks; the speed generated by a single thrown sword reached Mach 3.2 per second, equating to just over one kilometer per second...

Invincible aura, invincible physical strength, invincible power, invincible speed... In summation, this was an off-the-charts, buggy existence that completely ignored magical theory.

Jack Lakan possessed no rule power; Lin Luo had once suspected this, and now, seeing Jack Lakan standing directly opposite him, he was even more certain—the opponent was devoid of any force governed by rules. However, Lin Luo would absolutely not underestimate him; in fact, among the entire Red Wings, he was the one Lin Luo regarded with the most seriousness.

He lacked rule power, but his very existence broke the rules! One part realm, one part strength; the realm comes first, the strength follows—this saying would not change, even ten parts of strength could not equal one part of realm.

But! If this strength wasn't ten parts, but a hundred, or a thousand?

Quantitative change was sufficient to trigger qualitative change. Any form of power had its limits, but Jack Lakan used his brute force to shatter that restriction; rules could no longer bind him, making him an existence beyond specification.

Possessing invincible strength, he could absolutely fell those whose realms were higher than his. This was the perverted, lustful mercenary Uncle Jack Lakan.

To repeat the mantra: his existence was a bug! “Then let’s test the strength of this fellow,” ‘Lakan’ smiled, twisting his neck, then stretched his limbs as if warming up.

“Because this guy’s power is off the charts, honestly, I don’t much want to use him, but Naji can no longer be deployed. Now, perhaps only this one is presentable.” “Stop talking nonsense,” Lin Luo shot him a look full of contempt, pointing at the figure opposite.

“How could this lecherous guy only be ‘presentable’? While I am satisfied to have a fight with him, if you don't control your power, this place will soon run with blood.” “Relax,” the other waved his hand generously, then suddenly leaped high into the sky.

“I will try to control the force so that this brute strength doesn't overturn the entire arena. Of course, I can’t guarantee the state of the ring.” Saying this, he casually swung a punch downward—a fist the size of a house descended like a meteor.

“This move is named... The Casual Swing of the Arhat!” Damn it!

This is what you call being controlled?! Lin Luo completely collapsed; this guy was clearly trying to kill someone!

Facing the attack that resembled Mount Tai pressing down, Lin Luo’s eyes sharpened. His fist, fused with ancient magic and rule power, shot upward.

The surging aura erupted like a waterfall flowing upstream, charging toward the massive fist. BOOM!!!

The moment they connected, an earth-shattering sound exploded in the air. The entire ground vibrated violently, and the water in the pond instantly churned like a tsunami, shaking the land and mountains.

Many standing in the audience seats lost their footing and fell, and screams filled the air. At this moment, it wasn't just ordinary people who were shocked; even the powerhouses of the underworld were utterly silenced, mouths agape.

Even the head maidservant of Evangeline frowned deeply, clearly troubled by the scene. The earthquake-like state persisted for several seconds before gradually subsiding.

When the smoke cleared, people realized that while Lin Luo still stood unharmed, the entire fighting stage had vanished without a trace, completely pulverized by that single strike. Lin Luo was now standing on the surface of the lake.

“Hey, hey, doesn't this qualify as a dangerous level?” A magic teacher responsible for monitoring near the arena tapped his stunned colleague and asked blankly. Dangerous?

This was far beyond dangerous; this was terrifying! Even someone utterly lacking common sense could tell that such destructive power could not be achieved by mere props.

But if it was said to be achievable by a human... No, even they refused to believe that an attack of this magnitude could truly be unleashed by a human.

“Should we stop it?” “Do you think we have the power to stop them with what we have?” The answer, obviously, was no. “I hope this bastard doesn’t lose control when using that buggy power, or if he ruins the match so I can't fight, I won't let him off the hook!” Evangeline muttered resentfully.

If she couldn't have a proper fight with Sakuya, she would be furious, and it seemed necessary to ‘communicate’ with the Academy Headmaster. On the lake surface, Lin Luo let out a heavy breath.

He had to admit, Lakan’s power was indeed formidable, but it wasn't beyond his ability to resist. The absolute power generated by one percent of rule power fused with ancient magic was not inferior to the opponent’s, and he held a slight edge in realm, so victory was still possible.

Next... “Ad-Datt!” Just as Lin Luo was thinking this, a voice suddenly rang out from above.

Lin Luo’s expression immediately changed. He saw that ‘Lakan’ was holding a card, and the Contract Card materialized into an object.

The next moment, countless swords, even larger than the previous ones, appeared behind Lakan. “The Hero of a Thousand Forms!” “Holy crap!

Why do you know that move? That’s Lakan’s contract item!” Lin Luo was completely stunned.

He hadn't heard that the Book of Half-Life could replicate even contract item cards. But ‘Lakan’ merely smiled faintly.

“Of course. The ability of my Book of Half-Life is to copy all abilities of a specific individual—listen closely, all of them, which naturally includes Contract Cards.” Damn it!

This is cheating. The Book of Half-Life...

truly freakin' awesome! Lin Luo was speechless; in a way, this Al was also a bug.

Then, before Lin Luo could react, the opponent pulled out one of the greatswords behind him. This sword was over twenty meters long and several meters wide; merely looking at its form was chilling, yet ‘Lakan’ held it with ease as if it were a toy, then hurled it heavily toward Lin Luo.

“Finishing Move... Sword of Battleship Severing!” Fine.

Lin Luo had no more words left to utter. When the opponent produced the Contract Card, he knew this scene was coming; there was nothing surprising about it.

The question was how to block an attack of this magnitude. Forget it.

Since you want to play big, I won't hold back either! With ancient magic fused with rule power in his right hand, and the reverse-rule Flame of Destruction in his left, Lin Luo extended both hands toward the speeding greatsword, gripping it tightly just a fraction of a second before it could pierce him.

What would happen in the outside world, and what expressions and feelings the audience would wear watching this match—Lin Luo could no longer care. What he wanted now was simply to stop this sword.

But the crushing force was virtually unheard of. Even with the resistance of rule power and the interference of ancient magic, it only slightly neutralized a portion of its force, and the Flame of Destruction could not burn this sword away in a short time.

“Damn it, is this guy’s power really that terrifying?!” Lin Luo was genuinely shaken. With his current ability, he still couldn’t resist this pure force—it was a joke.

How much of a bug was this Jack Lakan guy? To others watching, the scene was as follows: a small, slender figure—yes, Lin Luo’s build wasn't particularly tall or massive, perhaps above average at best, which wouldn't seem slight in an ordinary environment—was holding up a greatsword dozens of times larger than him with both hands.

It looked like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant fighting an elephant; it was unbelievable no matter how one looked at it. Finally, the audience saw that Lin Luo seemed unable to withstand the greatsword's attack any longer.

His body shuddered once, and then the greatsword crashed down, completely impaling him and driving deeply into the earth... “Ah!!!” At this moment, countless spectators instinctively covered their eyes, unable to watch the bloody scene, while even more people shrieked.

On the spectator stand for the contestants, Mercury and Mikoto rushed forward almost without thinking, but they were caught by Evangeline one by one the moment they moved. “He can’t die from just that attack,” Evangeline said calmly.

Jack Lakan was strong, but Lin Luo was not weaker than him; he wouldn't be killed so easily. Furthermore, this ‘Jack Lakan’ hadn't even used his full strength.

Hearing her words, the two were slightly reassured. Given their life-sharing connection, if Lin Luo had truly died, they would have received a sensation, but since there was no indication, everything was clearly fine.

Putting aside the shock of those below, ‘Jack Lakan’ in mid-air found his sustained state ending in less than three minutes due to launching two consecutive ‘ultimate moves.’ Looking at the devastation below, he revealed a puzzled expression. Logically, the opponent should have been able to block that attack; he shouldn't have been cut down instantly.

But the life aura was gone—what was going on? “Did I go too hard?” Just as he was muttering this to himself, a sudden warning sign flared in his heart, instinctively urging him to dodge, but it was too late!

“Turn into a meteor and fly to the horizon for me, brother!” Amidst this roar, Larkan only saw a fist growing larger and larger before his eyes. Then, BANG, and his mind briefly went blank.

The entire body shot away like a cannonball toward the distance. No one knew how far he flew, but one could faintly see that a mountain peak far, far away seemed to shudder once?

Standing in mid-air was Lin Luo, who had just been cleaved in two.