Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 283 - 282: Competing for the Grand Gift Pack

Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Competing for the Grand Gift Pack

A long howl nearly drowned out Lin Hao’s voice.

From within the jungle, a white-haired, blue-eyed elder descended from the sky, landing not far in front of Lin Hao, and then, his Heavy Sword swinging straight down towards Lin Hao’s head.

"The old man from the Nicholas Family, Nicholas. Zhaoliu, with a Seventh Layer Heaven Anti-void Cultivation, I wonder if I’m qualified to take your head!"

The Heavy Sword swung out, with immense force.

Wherever the sword’s edge went, the big trees on both sides were severed into two.

However, just at this moment, to the right side of Lin Hao, another elder shot up into the air, wielding a Western cross sword in his hand, his robes fluttering, thrusting out his sword, not at Lin Hao, but towards the Heavy Sword of Nicholas. Zhaoliu.

"Clang!"

The two swords collided instantaneously, emitting a piercing sound.

Nicholas. Zhaoliu’s expression changed, feeling as if his Heavy Sword was about to be shaken out of his grip, exerting all his strength to barely hold onto it.

He himself had to stagger back a dozen steps before stabilizing his stance.

A flash of fury in his eyes, he turned to look at the old man who had intervened, fuming!

He immediately cursed aloud: "Alexander, you old fool! What do you mean by this? First come, first serve, this prize is mine!"

"Yours?"

These two seemed to know each other. Alexander, of a similar age to Nicholas. Zhaoliu, looked at him with disdain and sneered: "What are you, with your mere Seventh Layer Heaven Anti-void Cultivation, in this place? Everyone knows that Lin Hao has a treasure of immeasurable value. We are all here for that treasure. What right and capability do you have to compete with us?"

"What do you mean?" Nicholas. Zhaoliu’s eyes flashed coldly, his Heavy Sword immediately pointing at Alexander: "You’re saying I’m not qualified? How about we settle this right here today, whoever wins gets Lin Hao!"

"Heh, come on, I’m not afraid of you!" Alexander snorted coldly, his cross sword lightly lifted, aiming at Nicholas. Zhaoliu’s forehead: "I’ve disliked you for a long time!"

"Enough talk, take this!"

Nicholas. Zhaoliu, completely provoked, let out a loud roar and charged straight at Alexander.

The two, unexpectedly leaving Lin Hao aside, began fighting right next to him.

As they fought, it was like the sky darkened and the earth dimmed.

The large trees in the jungle were all knocked down by the aftermath of their fierce battle, a fifty-meter radius clearing was directly created by their fight in the thicket in front of Lin Hao.

Not killing the boss, but killing the peers first?

This was somewhat similar to the heroes in games competing for the boss.

Lin Hao watched coldly as the two Anti-void experts fought fiercely in front of him, a contemptuous smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

And at this time, more and more people were rushing this way.

Soon, Lin Hao and his companions were completely surrounded, making it unlikely for them to walk away even if they wanted to.

"Trapped like a turtle in a jar—is he an idiot, or just too arrogant?"

All of this was naturally seen by Carter and the Ascetic Monk Doug, who exchanged glances, feeling increasingly uneasy.

But they couldn’t quite put their finger on what was off.

At this time, within the encirclement.

Lin Hao, however, stood tall and at ease, showing no concern for the cultivators surrounding him.

Although the eight Sky-breaking Experts had not yet appeared, twenty-three Anti-void experts were already standing around Lin Hao at a distance of a hundred meters.

Some stood on the edges of the clearing that Nicholas and Alexander had just created; others took shelter under the trees, and quite a few perched at the treetops.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Lin Hao, yet no one dared to make a move.

One monk carries water to drink; two monks lift water to drink; three monks have no water to drink.

Moreover, there were far more than three monks here!

Although powerful enemies surrounded him, Lin Hao stood tall in the eye of the storm, utterly unshaken.

He swept his gaze across all sides, silent, with an indifferently cool demeanor, and an indescribable pride in his eyes.

It seemed as if at this moment, it wasn’t the case that so many world-class experts were surrounding Lin Hao but rather that Lin Hao alone was enclosing all the experts.

"Hmph, still acting so arrogantly? I wonder how long he can keep it up."

From a distance, Carter and the ascetic monk Doug watched everything with a cold eye, feeling that Lin Hao’s current attitude of looking down on everything, standing there encircled, was nothing but showing off.

No one believed that Lin Hao could escape from the encirclement of so many Earth-level experts; it was just a matter of time.

In the jungle, a biting cold wind howled.

Nicholas Zhaoliu and Alexander Tianfeng had been fighting for more than ten minutes without a clear advantage, and there was still no sign of them stopping.

Finally, someone seemed unwilling to continue this stalemate.

To Lin Hao’s left, a golden-haired, blue-eyed old man leaped down from a large tree.

Surveying the surroundings, he slightly smiled and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we’re all here for the ’Mobile Gift Pack’, but there’s only one, and it’s not enough for us to share. Moreover, it’s no solution for these two to keep fighting as they are. Why don’t we come up with a perfect solution to decide who shall own the ’Mobile Gift Pack’? What do you think?"

"That’s indeed a good idea. We all came for the ’Mobile Gift Pack’, and its ownership surely needs a clear process. However, we need to present a method of distribution that satisfies everyone."

Twenty-three Sky-breaking Experts then stepped out from the crowd, surrounding Lin Hao and Song Qinghong’s group from all directions.

Nobody cared whether Lin Hao would try to escape.

Even less so did anyone care if Lin Hao would attack them.

To them, Lin Hao from the Refining God Realm First Layer Heaven was nothing but trash. Even if he possessed divine artifacts, were they, with so many Sky-breaking Experts present, really something to be afraid of?

Haven’t they seen that Lin Hao couldn’t even deal with the Red Knight?

"Why don’t we, the twenty-three of us, decide the ownership of the ’Mobile Gift Pack’ in the fairest way possible? Let’s play rock-paper-scissors; whoever wins gets the pack. The others must not contest it. How about that?"

A black Sky-breaking Expert from Africa suggested from the side.

"Rock-paper-scissors? Do you think this is child’s play?"

"Naive. Why should we use such a childish game like rock-paper-scissors to decide the ownership of such an important ’Mobile Gift Pack’? I think we should draw straws; whoever picks the short one gets the pack!"

"Ha ha, and I thought you could come up with something less childish. Isn’t drawing straws just as juvenile as rock-paper-scissors?"

"So what do we do? How about we all go together, kill the ’Mobile Gift Pack’, and divide whatever bursts out!!"

"Ptui! Who wants to share with you? What gives you the right?"

"What gives me the right? And what about you, what gives you the right? How about we have our own fight?"

"Let’s fight then, who’s afraid!"

The twenty-three Sky-breaking Experts, totally ignoring Lin Hao in the middle as if he was already dead, debated with no restraint who should take Lin Hao’s head. Eventually, the discussion almost escalated into a fight among themselves.

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