Chapter 425: Chapter 238: Duel of the White Gloves, Mask of Diablo_2
Almost in the blink of an eye, he had transformed from a 16-year-old boy to a short man radiating a gloomy aura.
And in front of him, the Apostle called Lin Xun also manifested his shell.
He was a tall, thin silhouette, with a pitch-black cloak obscuring his figure. The hood of the cloak concealed his face from view.
But from the two staves in his hand, one short and the other long, it could be determined that he was a squishy magic-wielding sorcerer.
One of his wooden staves was only as long as a forearm, with worn-out wood grain pattern. At the end of the staff, a shining white gemstone was embedded, full of countless small characters surging like sea waves.
The sensitive physique of Lv Yiming’s shell allowed him to tangibly sense the subtle fluctuation emanating from the small staff.
With his extensive experience, he swiftly discerned that this was a fluctuation of ’magic penetration’ nature.
As the name suggests, ’Magic Penetration’ could ignore part of the enemy’s magic resistance and cause massive magic damage. It is a special effect of weapons.
Judging from its quality, it is at least of epic caliber - a tremendously valuable tool for a mage.
The other staff was no less magnificent. It was far longer than the mage’s shell, with a golden dragon coiling around the body of the staff and its sharp horn forming the spearhead.
This weapon was not just a staff, but also a spear!
A rare kind of weapon that can be used both from afar and up close. It’s the dream of a shell that practises both magic and melee!
Lv Yiming was shocked. Normally, it was considered extremely fortunate for a mage to acquire a high-quality staff, but this apostle managed to get two.
This guy couldn’t possibly be some sort of pay-to-win player, could he?
Simply selling either of the two weapons at the auction or contributing it to the organization would yield gains exceeding 200,000 spirit essences!
His high-level assassin shell was pretty much doomed when meeting this mage shell.
Unless it’s an apostle mage of a higher level, Lv Yiming was confident that he could kill it.
Of course, such a powerful assassin shell also has its hidden flaws - it has a fragile constitution and is extremely sensitive, possessing low resistance against elemental or special damages.
But it didn’t matter, because the Ranger is inherently a squishy assassin shell.
Its philosophy is akin to a desperate, do-or-die attack - either you die, or I die!
"If I managed to get his weapon, would I need to return it to him?"
After all, I am going to be the captain of Wencheng’s Lightning Tribulation squad soon. Taking subordinates’ weapon might not be such a good idea.
Also, it seems like this Lin Xun is quite powerful. In the future, he will surely become my number one underling, no... my right-hand man.
Lv Yiming made up his mind. If he somehow obtained his staff, he would return it to Lin Xun so as to win over his heart.
Otherwise, it will chill hearts and make it hard to lead the team!
Just as he was about to use his stealth skill, he felt a strange gaze staring at him.
The gaze came from the darkness beneath the hood of the cloak...
Lv Yiming only felt an indescribable, strange sensation, rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull.
All the pores in his body opened up at once, and a hitherto unknown sensation of pleasure, like a warm current, swept through his body.
Uncontrollably, he experienced a strong euphoria which caused his eyes to roll back and his body to shake like a sieve.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giant white beam shooting towards him...
By the time Lv Yiming came back to his senses, he found himself back on the second floor of the Intelligence Team.
For a moment, he felt regret. Why must the pleasure end so quickly? Why couldn’t it last longer?
Looking around in a daze, he found himself surrounded by a group of women, pointing and whispering among themselves.
Words like ’weirdo’ and ’disgusting’ were flung his way.
Lv Yiming looked at Lin Xun, who was playing with a demonic mask, seemingly very interested.
Wait, why does this mask seem so familiar?
Lv Yiming was still immersed in the indescribable afterglow of pleasure, feeling a little woozy at the moment.
Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, his face fell abruptly.
Isn’t this mask part of his own equipment? What was he doing in the Intelligence Team headquarters just now...
"What! I lost the duel?!"
Lv Yiming finally recalled everything. Under the distasteful looks of the female apostles of Intelligence Team, he felt quite uncomfortable all over.
As he watched Ye Xiaoqi beside him grinning with her smartphone, the playback showed...
The phone’s speaker emanated the sound of whimpers and panting. On the screen was footage of a boy with flushed cheeks, white-eyed, emitting an embarrassing sound. Wasn’t it himself?!
Lv Yiming was stunned, his face as pale as paper. "This has to be a synthesized video. That’s not me... it can’t be me..."
Clasping his face with both hands, he ran out of the Intelligence Team building as if he were flying, without looking back.
A group of colleagues surrounded Lin Xun, asking how he not only defeated Lv Yiming, but also managed to humiliate the once arrogant prodigy in front of everyone.
Lin Xun carefully put away the mask named ’Mask of Diablo’.
With a gesture of both hands, he signified that he himself was also not quite sure.
The controlling power of ’Pleasure Smoke Vision’ was indeed astonishing, but Lin Xun it had never used it in reality before on another human.
This extraordinary effect was something he had not expected at all.
"This doesn’t make sense. Rolling of eyes is normal, but what is this panting?"
If he could cause this effect on any apostle, wouldn’t ’Pleasure Smoke Vision’ become unusable in the future?
Imagine during a fierce battle between the Apostles Council and the New World forces, suddenly the enemy apostles start panting. This vision... is too weird.
Lin Xun decided that he needed to test ’Pleasure Smoke Vision’ on other apostles at the first opportunity, to prevent causing embarrassing situations in actual combat.
