Apocalypse: Resources Consumed by Women Returned Ten Thousandfold

Everyone thought Lin Lang hadn’t reacted in time!

After all, Fang Yao’s attack was indeed too sudden!

But in reality,

Lin Lang intentionally gave him the chance to strike, wanting to see how capable he truly was.

At the moment those deceitful silks were about to touch Lin Lang’s body, Lin Lang merely said lightly:

"Is that all?"

Then, with a casual gesture, an invisible but powerful force erupted instantly.

This force, like a surging torrent, directly scattered the deceitful silks shot by Fang Yao!

Then!

The aftermath struck heavily on Fang Yao.

With a loud "bang" sound!

Fang Yao, like a kite with a broken string, was fiercely knocked out.

His body crashed heavily on the edge of the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire venue was instantly shocked, everyone widened their eyes, as if they couldn’t believe what had just happened.

The previously noisy martial arts arena was now silent, so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard clearly.

Everyone was shocked by the powerful strike of Lin Lang, and had a new understanding of his strength.

...

Lin Lang stood on the stage, looking at the disheveled Fang Yao on the ground, his eyes calm.

He gently raised his hand, releasing a trace of Spiritual Qi, like an invisible rope, accurately wrapping around Fang Yao’s Superpower Core, instantly sealing it.

Fang Yao only felt that familiar power in his body was being firmly suppressed by a Mysterious Power, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer use his superpower.

Lin Lang said lightly:

"Facing me in a challenge, losing naturally entails punishment. For the next three days, you cannot use your superpower. I hope you take this opportunity to reflect on your arrogance."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Fang Yao, and walked down the stage with steady steps.

Lin Lang walked straight towards Ji Qianlan, who was standing among the crowd, her eyes still lingering with the shock from the previous scene.

Lin Lang approached her and asked:

"Which squad are you from?"

Ji Qianlan snapped out of it, seeing Lin Lang, who had just showcased incredible strength on the stage, standing in front of her at close range, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

She hurriedly and respectfully replied:

"Reporting to you, sir, I am from the Shadow Dragon Squad!"

Lin Lang slightly nodded, looked at her with firm eyes, and said:

"From now on, you are the captain of the Shadow Dragon Squad, and I am your instructor."

After finishing, Lin Lang flipped his hand, and an ancient-styled knife appeared in his hand, which he then handed to Ji Qianlan.

The blade of the knife glimmered with a cold light, extremely sharp, with intricate engravings on the hilt, as if telling its extraordinary story.

Ji Qianlan looked at the knife handed before her, stunned, not knowing what to do for a moment.

She never expected to suddenly receive such a position and such a precious gift.

At this moment!

Elder Zou came over with a beaming smile, looked at Ji Qianlan, and said kindly:

"Xiaojie, we have high expectations for you. From now on, if there’s anything you need, just tell me directly. Since Lin Lang has his eyes on you, you must have exceptional qualities, do well!"

Listening to Elder Zou’s words, Ji Qianlan felt a mix of surprise and joy, a sense of being overwhelmed by the unexpected favor flooded her heart.

Her eyes turned slightly red, and she quickly said:

"Elder Zou, Instructor Lin, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

...

After resolving Fang Yao’s issue and setting up Ji Qianlan’s matters, Lin Lang felt there was no need to linger at the martial arts tournament any longer.

He had little interest in being a judge, at this moment he walked away without any regard for others’ gazes or feelings.

In the judge’s seat of the martial arts tournament.

Wei Tianxing remained seated, calmly watching the matches in the arena.

Sitting beside him was a chubby man with glasses, his physique was bloated, but his face carried a keen look.

His eyes coldly fixed on Lin Lang’s departing back, then he turned to Wei Tianxing and said:

"Sir, the kid indeed has good strength, but his behavior is too presumptuous! Just leaving like this, he completely disregards this martial arts tournament and us judges!"

Wei Tianxing slightly furrowed his brows, a thought flashed in his eyes but he did not immediately respond.

His gaze moved from where Lin Lang had disappeared, back to the contestants fighting in the arena, seemingly weighing something.

After a moment, he slowly said:

"The young man has strength and individuality. However, in the Special Agent Bureau, one must adhere to rules. Let’s observe him a bit more; if he can be used by me, it may become a tremendous support."

The chubby man pushed his glasses, a trace of displeasure flickering behind the lenses, yet he still nodded in agreement:

"Yes, sir. Just that his reckless behavior might cause some negative impacts within the bureau."

Wei Tianxing waved his hand and said:

"No worries, young people inevitably have some edges. Let’s see his subsequent performance before saying anything."

After saying that, he focused his attention on the martial arts tournament, no longer mentioning the matter.

Although the chubby man still harbored dissatisfaction, he could only suppress his emotions, continuing to sit on the judge’s seat, occasionally sneaking a glance at the direction Lin Lang left, with a hint of concern and reluctance in his eyes.

...

Lin Lang ended his episode at the martial arts tournament and went straight back to his residence.

He suddenly remembered Zhi Xi in the bathtub and walked into the bathroom leisurely.

Upon entering, he saw a piece of clothing meticulously crafted from shells, delicately draped over the bathtub’s edge.