Chapter 201: Mike taught me a lesson

Chapter 201: Mike taught me a lesson

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Under the barrage of Gatling gunfire, Kaelum's figure turned into white light and disappeared from the duel space.

The next second, Mike's figure also vanished.

Kaelum reappeared, covered in black soot, with dozens of bullets falling off him.

Cain and Ethan were both shocked,

"Kaelum, what happened to you...?"

Anderson nodded slowly, "He lost."

Following Kaelum, Mike appeared, looking completely unscathed, not even a scratch on him.

Anderson glanced at Mike, wanting to say something but ultimately choosing not to.

Kaelum shook his head with a wry smile, "Mike taught me a lesson."

From the [Vortexarchon Crystal] to hiding the cd of [Wind's Reach], and various close and long-range attack methods, Mike had prepared thoroughly for this.

To be precise, Mike was always prepared for any battle.

Talent, class, attribute panel, skills...

These were just theoretical statistics, completely different from actual combat performance.

If victory could be decided by theoretical statistics alone, then during battles between the two races, they could simply determine the winner by comparing their stats.

But is that possible?

No, it's not!

No matter how good the theoretical data is, the actual performance depends on on-the-spot execution.

Winning against stronger opponents, winning with fewer numbers.

Such examples have been common over the past century.

Kaelum's opinion of Mike rose another notch in his mind.

"It's a pity Mike only has a D-level talent. If his talent grade were higher..."

Thinking this, Kaelum pulled Mike aside and whispered, "Mike, when you reach level 199, don't rush into the nineteenth floor!"

Mike looked puzzled, "Huh?"

"There's a bug exploit method I'll tell you later.

If you're lucky, it can help you reach 80% Exploration Rate, and with [Explorer], you can get an SS rating!"

Kaelum whispered, "At that time, you must choose a second job. With a second job, your future potential will be much greater!"

Mike nodded, "Got it."

Kaelum patted Mike's shoulder,

"Mike, I'm really starting to admire you more and more. If I manage to stay back a grade, we could be classmates!"

Kaelum had no airs of a senior, able to take things in stride.

Even after being defeated by Mike, he adjusted his mindset and didn't forget to talk to Mike about the class change.

Anderson suddenly spoke, dashing Kaelum's hopes, "Unfortunately, your credits are full."

Kaelum was stunned, immediately understanding Anderson's point.

With Mike's impressive performance so far, Kaelum wouldn't just stay back a grade; he might even graduate early!

He smiled wryly, waving it off, "No big deal."

The morning's sparring test took less than half an hour.

Anderson joined Kaelum, asking seriously, "Do you remember you owe me 2 million gold

coins?"

Kaelum: ???

"When did I borrow money from you?"

"You must have forgotten. Maybe think about it again?"

Kaelum thought Anderson must be joking, but he seemed serious.

...

In the training hall, standing in line, Mike suddenly heard Shadow Nine's voice. "Someone

just paid to investigate your information."

Mike's eyes lit up, "Is there a cut for me, Shadow Nine?"

Shadow Nine replied irritably,

"Anderson spent 20,000 gold coins to find out about your Guardian Shadow. I had Shadow

Twenty-Eight tell him it's [Shadow 8008]."

With that, a gold card appeared in Mike's pocket, with a balance of 8,000.

Shadow Nine was 'fair',

"This money was earned because of you. We [Guardian Shadow] follow the rules. What's

yours is yours, no one can take it."

"Thanks, Shadow Nine."

Accepting the 8,000 gold coins, Mike calculated.

Shadow Nine said it was 20,000 gold coins, but there must be some markup.

Anderson probably spent 200,000!

No, Mike should think bigger.

Anderson might have spent 400,000 gold coins!

...

[Rescue Professor Gregory] team assembly point.

Two ninth-tier Battle Lords were already waiting, but one looked pale and exhausted.

Joseph sneered, his tone mocking, "Oh, isn't this Maxen? How did you get so weak in just one

day?"

Maxen snorted,

"Who was it that, after reaching ninth-tier Battle Lord, arrogantly challenged everyone and

got killed in one strike? Spent ten years training with no progress, but your bragging skills

improved, boasting you could take two hits."

Joseph looked disdainful.

Surviving two strikes from Shadow Nine was indeed something to brag about!

Maxen lifted his shirt, revealing scars, patting his chest,

"Come, count them, see how many hits I took!"

"Nine hits!"

"Shadow Nine couldn't kill me with nine hits. Can you do that?!"