Chapter 101

This is merely talent, not cheating—everything operates within the rules of [Zhen Qi].

As an elite player who masters mechanics, Itachi must have this [minor opener] awareness.

Otherwise, do Itachi think the World Will hired Itachi to sit around and eat rice?

It clearly states it’s recruiting [Elite Players]!

If Itachi don’t open up, Itachi’d be insulting the price the World Will paid Itachi.

“Since Itachi’re a player, how can Itachi not have a personal template?”

“Information, collect!”

Su Mo’s spirit stirred; under Gao Wei’s vision, his computational power instantly transcended the limits of this mortal body—though still nowhere near his true self, it surpassed human imagination.

“First, form a few combat skills.”

Quickly, supreme intelligence combined with supreme computational power, adapting to reality, formed several corresponding skills.

【Spear Proficiency】: Itachi master the use of the spear, greatly increasing accuracy and attack speed when wielding it.

【Throwing Proficiency】: Itachi can accurately throw weapons in hand, achieving high hit rates, though accuracy drops against fast-moving targets.

【Basic Footwork】: Itachi’ve learned basic evasion techniques, but this is only a foundational skill—Itachi cannot expect it to dodge all attacks.

Not bad.

Su Mo nodded slightly.

As Hermes’ avatar in this world, he needn’t have gone through all this trouble.

Even with a mere mortal body, under his consciousness, one unit of strength could erupt hundreds or thousands of times stronger.

The so-called “micro-control” of the gene lock was effortless for Su Mo.

Not to mention a ten-man squad.

With enough time, wiping out a hundred or even a thousand-man unit would be trivial.

But since he wanted to create a new avatar, he couldn’t use divine intervention.

He had to build a brand-new template from the ground up, step by step.

Yuan Shi Da Tian Zun was an exception because that identity inherently carried immense power.

This new avatar, naturally, couldn’t continue like that.

With all preparations complete, as the burly soldier approached swiftly, Su Mo’s eyes grew cold; he calculated briefly, then sidestepped behind a haystack, slipping into the soldier’s blind spot.

10!

9!

8!

…

0!

Time’s up!

Su Mo thrust his spear forward without hesitation.

At that exact moment, the burly soldier’s body arrived precisely at the spear’s tip.

Amid a shrill scream, the spearhead pierced straight through the soldier’s throat.

No surprise—single thrust, one kill!

The scream cut off abruptly.

In Su Mo’s Gao Wei vision, the life flame of this enemy unit extinguished at once.

Clean and efficient—he withdrew the spear from the corpse, even feeling a slight resistance.

“What a long-forgotten sensation of a mortal body!”

He hadn’t experienced combat with blade and spear in ages.

“Hunt begins!”

The dying man’s scream had alerted other enemies.

The entire village held fewer than a hundred people—nearly half had already been slaughtered.

They never expected someone could turn the tables.

Now, hearing the scream, soldiers immediately began surrounding him.

The officer, dressed in military garb, his face icy, drew his sword and advanced swiftly.

In Su Mo’s vision, this officer’s life flame burned brighter than the others’.

Slowly, information converged, forming a 【Fan·9-Star】 mark directly in Su Mo’s sight.

Under this circumstance, Su Mo’s mind raced; he swiftly picked up another spear on the ground, weighed it slightly, and formulated a plan.

Throwing Proficiency!

After a brief calculation, Su Mo hurled the spear with full force.

Hit!

Thud!

In Gao Wei vision, Su Mo’s spear moved like Odin’s Gungnir, locked by fate with inevitable accuracy.

A burly figure collapsed.

Next, Su Mo calmly circled the now-alerted soldiers through the village.

Even as they strained to encircle and close in.

To Su Mo’s eyes, their encirclement was riddled with gaps—he always found a way to slip through.

Then.

One by one, the soldiers fell beneath Su Mo’s spear.

Finally, the officer, eyes bloodshot, arrived with his last three subordinates.

His expression twisted with fury and faint terror.

He hadn’t imagined this frail-looking man could, one by one, eliminate his men right under his nose.

It was like a dream.

Looking at this corrupt officer who slaughtered innocents to claim credit, Su Mo’s face remained expressionless as he stepped back.

During his time in this world, he had already parsed much data on the Fuben .

He had gained some insight into how to better [farm points].

To create [Legend Status], divine intervention was absolutely out of the question.

To forge a [legend], how do Itachi use paper stats to achieve impossible combat results?

Only then could Itachi possibly earn a [Legend Status].

Seeing the enemy retreat, the officer hesitated briefly, then pursued.

The enemy’s actual strength wasn’t strong—he was just too cunning, exploiting terrain familiarity to isolate and pick off his men one by one.

That’s how he achieved this one-vs-many record!

As long as he stayed cautious and avoided ambushes, he’d surely cut the enemy down.

Su Mo began circling the officer, using his crude Basic Footwork to mimic the divine grace of Lingbo Microstep.

Though his speed wasn’t fast, the officer simply couldn’t keep up.

Then, finding the perfect angle, he dispatched the remaining three soldiers, spear thrust by spear thrust.

It was as natural as art.

The final enemy's psychological defense was nearly shattered.

In Gao Wei vision, the officer was now gasping violently.

A clear sign of losing control!

Good.

The final hunt was finally upon him!

What should he do?

He was the one chasing the enemy.

Then why did it feel like he was the one being hunted?

Though he clearly sensed something was wrong, the officer dared not abandon pursuit.

As a near-supernatural warrior, his spiritual sense screamed warnings at him.

If he turned to flee, that bloodied spear would pierce his heart the next instant.

This was just a remote, tiny village—visible from afar, utterly open.

Then why, in this tiny patch of land, did the enemy make it feel like a labyrinth?

The enemy was playing cat-and-mouse.

But wasn’t he the cat?

Why, then, did he now feel like a terrified mouse?