Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Inside the private room:

"Um...should I join too?"

Mo Lan's feelings were somewhat complicated.

Fortunately, Bai Daoran placed one hand on Mo Lan's shoulder and shook his head: "No, junior brother, we discussed it a long time ago."

"The ancient martial arts world needs madmen, but it can't be full of madmen."

"You and Ye Hu are the future of the ancient magic world."

"I brought you here today in the hope that someone will witness this moment. If we are both dead one day, at least someone will remember that we tried."

Looking at the defiant, death-defying expressions on their faces, Mo Lan couldn't help but ask:

"You guys...you're not planning to announce this at the conference, are you?"

"That's right! We will announce this to all our elders after the conference, and also to tell the ancient magic community that this is our own decision and has nothing to do with the sect."

Bai Daoran nodded.

That's it.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan guessed what would happen next in history.

The establishment of the Red Moon Society signifies that seekers of the Dharma, led by Bai Daoran, will interfere in secular wars and politics outside the ancient Dharma realm.

Given their status, whether they succeed or fail, it is something that the ancient magic community would absolutely not agree to.

Ultimately, it all comes down to the four words: the inheritance of martial arts techniques.

If the Red Moon Society wants to expand its strength and recruit new members, it will inevitably leak the sect's inherited techniques.

This is tantamount to digging up the roots of the ancient Dharma realm.

More importantly, people outside the ancient magic world don't want them to cause trouble, because these people are a ticking time bomb.

But since things had come to this, Mo Lan didn't say anything more, and just treated it as experiencing what it felt like to be in the No. 1 spectator seat during the Xinwei Rebellion.

*****

The next day.

The Ancient Dharma Realm Conference has officially begun.

Mo Lan and Bai Daoran arrived early at the huge martial arts arena opened up by Wanfo Temple. After drawing lots, they found a place to sit down.

Disciples from other sects also entered the venue one after another, including the first batch of veteran members of the Red Moon Society whom Mo Lan had met in the private room yesterday.

Suddenly, Mo Lan spotted two somewhat familiar figures in the crowd.

The first one is Fujino Seiran, who came to participate in the Ancient Law World Conference on behalf of the White Rainbow Kingdom. His faction is the Shinto-ryu Sword Technique Dojo.

The second one is the black-haired, cold-faced young man from Longhu Mountain, Li Xuanye, who had met Mo Lan once before.

Special Affairs Bureau, Captain of the Seventh Squad.

A Qiu was one of his teammates.

Seemingly noticing Mo Lan's gaze, Li Xuanye slowly raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw Mo Lan.

"Is he one of the players from the Primordial Gate?"

Fujino Seiran leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, glanced at all the players present, then closed his eyes, no longer paying attention.

He seemed very confident in himself.

"Ahem... I hereby declare the Xinwei Year Ancient Dharma Realm Assembly officially open!" Abbot Xuankong pushed the bell with one hand.

"Thump!!"

First up is the junior group, where one-on-one duels will be held in the order drawn until one side is completely defeated or knocked out of the arena.

Mo Lan glanced at the slip of paper in her hand. She knew without a doubt that the game of fate would group them together.

as predicted.

After several rounds of battles between NPCs, with each side winning and losing, it was soon the players' turn to take the stage.

Fujino Seiran, representing the White Rainbow Shinto School.

His opponent was Mo Lan, representing the Tai Chu Sect.

"Go for it, junior!" Bai Daoran encouraged Mo Lan, "It's okay even if you lose, just do your best."

I'll try my best.

Mo Lan raised her hand, flipped over the fence of the martial arts arena, landed lightly on the ground, flicked her sleeve, and looked at Fujino Seiran:

"The game of fate is quite adept at stirring things up."

In an instant, Li Xuanye and the others were also drawn to this.

Fujino Seiran remained noncommittal to Mo Lan's words, raising her head and saying calmly, "With your danger level, you could never be my match."

At level 3, in player-versus-player battles, Fujino Seiran boasted that even if he didn't win, he absolutely couldn't lose.

This is his skill set and the confidence that his equipment gives him; he rarely encounters anyone with a more luxurious setup than himself.

Mo Lan smiled upon hearing this: "How will I know if I don't try?"

The enemy's intelligence and data appeared before his eyes.

Name: Fujino Seiran.

[Danger Level: LV3.6]

[Strength: Rank B]

Speed: B-level.

[Physical condition: Grade B.]

[Mental Rank: B]

[Charm: C-level]

In the game of destiny, once a player breaks through to LV2, they are essentially entering a transcendent world, severing ties with ordinary people.

From then on, everyone theoretically started from the same starting line: Level D, gradually increasing according to the levels after the decimal point.

Example:

A typical LV3.0 character's base values ​​for the five attributes are usually D-grade.

LV3.4: Base stats increased to C grade.

LV3.8: Base stats increased to B grade.

LV4.0: Base values ​​are reset to D.

Of course, this is only in theory.

During the evaluation of the five attributes, the system will also assign scores based on the player's skills and bloodline (excluding equipment and items) before finally obtaining reference data.

Therefore, in the later stages, if one of your five attributes is rated A, you will be far ahead of your peers.

If both are A, then it means being fifty years ahead.

All three are A, so this one is yours.

All four items are A, and you can fill in the score you want yourself.

Of course, five-dimensional data is essentially used for theoretical debates; many people will find that when it comes to a real fight, it's not true.

Some people have a Strength rating of A because the maximum rating is only A.

Take Mo Lan as an example.

After a week of intensive training at the Primordial Gate and the complete development of his magnetic field rotation, his panel has been completely transformed.

[Name: Mo Lan]

[Danger Level: LV2.4]

[Strength: A-rank.]

Speed: Grade A.

[Physical condition: Grade A.]

[Mental Strength: Grade A]

[Charm: A-level]

[Inheritance: Supreme True Dharma (Level 1), Bodhidharma Sutra (beginner).]

[Skills: Magnetic Field Rotation - 50,000 Horsepower (C), Six Eyes (C), Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique (C), Thunder Breathing Technique (D).]

[Bloodline: Grade C - Progenitor Virus (Earl Level)]

It can be said that Mo Lan is currently lacking the basic stat bonuses provided by the danger level simply because she has too little experience in joining the game of fate.

But if we're talking about combat power alone, he really can fight opponents of higher levels.

After all, I already have all the skills of a supermodel. If I still can't surpass my level, then what's the point of being a supermodel?

Even Fujino Seiran only has two C-rank skills.

"Thump!"

With the sound of a bell, Fujino Seiran raised his hand and took a long sword from behind his back, slowly drawing the blade while keeping it under the scabbard.

Mo Lan raised her hands, and two clouds of mist surged and rolled above them.

They simultaneously lifted their feet, moving closer to each other step by step, and finally accelerated at the same time when they were only 100 meters apart!

Whoosh!

Mo Lan's speed far exceeded Fujino Seiran's expectations. Almost as soon as he dodged his blade, his fist struck Fujino Seiran's face.

Fujino Seiran raised the back of his hand to block.

thumping!

The true qi from the second explosion instantly blasted Fujino Seiran back several meters, his feet crushing gravel and kicking up dust all the way.

Fujino Seiran shook the back of his hand, which was emitting white smoke, and frowned slightly.

This guy is something else.

"Let's continue."

Mo Lan smiled excitedly.

The two exchanged blows for more than ten rounds, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, but neither suffered a fatal blow.

As time went on, Fujino Seiran grew impatient, because he realized that Mo Lan seemed to be using him as a free sparring partner.

Indeed, this is true. Mo Lan has not used any weapons from the beginning until now, fighting the longsword with his bare hands the entire time.

Keep in mind that he was also at a disadvantage in terms of danger level.

The purpose is to take this opportunity to enrich one's practical experience.

But Fujino Seiran couldn't tolerate such contempt. He stopped testing Mo Lan's waters and started getting serious.

With a slight slant of his blade, a sharp gust of wind swept across its edge.

"Boundary Nether - Gale!"

Fujino Seiran swung his blade, unleashing a streak of blue-red sword energy in mid-air.

The sword energy tore through the earth while simultaneously hurtling towards Mo Lan with scorching heat.

Seeing this, Mo Lan pulled out May Rain from the straps behind her waist and cleaved the sword energy in mid-air.

Boom!

The sword energy, split in two, fell to the ground with tremendous power.

Getting brushed by this thing isn't fun.

"Finally getting serious?"

Fujino Seiran snorted coldly.

Mo Lan tossed the May Rain in her left hand to her right, smiling helplessly: "There's nothing I can do, your defensive force field is just too troublesome."

With a defensive force field in place, Mo Lan's ability to inflict damage solely through punches is still too low.

We still need the May Rain to break the shield first.

Do you think you'll ever run into me again?

As Fujino Seiran spoke, the long sword in his hand once again emanated a sword aura that almost solidified into a tangible form.

He slowly raised the knife, above his shoulder, and then swung it suddenly.

"Boundary Nether - Triple Gale!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three fierce sword energies, like a demonic claw, enveloped Mo Lan.