Godslayer: The different abilities represented by the twelve two-hour periods of the day

Yuan Gang naturally recognized that this was Lin Shi's explanation, and also realized that it was just friendly banter.

Judging from the current situation, the idea king of this group will only come from one of them, and both of them need to be given a nudge.

Yuan Gang glanced at Lin Qiye and asked, "Besides these two, who else is dissatisfied?"

"I don't agree!"

A young man with a roguish charm, wearing his military cap backwards, slowly raised his hand, chewing gum in his mouth, with an arrogant expression.

"And you're stubborn? What's your name?"

"Shen Zhuqing".

"Excellent!" Yuan Gang clapped his hands and asked, "Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

"I'm not convinced either."

"And I."

"You think you can make us submit? Dream on!"

"..."

Once someone took the lead, those who followed became bolder, and more and more people raised their hands to express their dissatisfaction.

Yuan Gang's lips curled up slightly. He was very satisfied with the commotion he had stirred up. "Alright, since so many of you are not convinced, then I will give you a chance, a chance to recognize yourselves."

Yuan Gang took out the walkie-talkie.

"Let's move on, and pay special attention to the three troublemakers at the very front."

Upon hearing that sound, Lin Shi looked up at the sky, quietly awaiting the dashing entrance of the Masked Squad, except for the vortex...

One second, two seconds.

Seven small black dots suddenly appeared in the sky and gradually grew larger.

The Masked Squad has arrived.

Seven people wearing different masks, gray cloaks, and carrying black boxes on their backs.

Without any protection, it fell from the clouds, free-falling, looking down on all living beings like a god.

A moment later, as the black dot got closer, everyone could see the full appearance of the seven people.

"This...outfit, it's definitely [Masked]!"

"As long as they didn't die from the fall, then they must be [Masked]."

"No way...we're going to be fighting [Masked] later!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, just as they were about to land, the man wearing the sky mask extended two fingers and lifted them upwards.

The seven people seemed to lose gravity and suddenly stopped a few meters above the ground, raising a cloud of dust on the stage.

As the dust gradually settled, the seven distinct masks shimmered like they were plated with gold leaf under the sunlight.

The man wearing a mask with the character "王" (king) on ​​it glanced around, feeling the atmosphere was right, and said calmly, "Hello, we are [Masked]..."

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang".

Whirlpool's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees in front of the new student with a thud.

Whirlpool: "￣w￣=!"

Masked Men; "(′⊙w⊙`)!"

The new recruits: "⊙▃⊙?"

The air suddenly fell silent. Everyone stared at the vortex. Lin Shi clearly saw the mask on the man wearing the character "王" (king) standing in the center sway a few times.

Lin Shi looked around and found that all the new recruits looked incredulous. Could this "Masked" squad be fake?

Upon seeing this iconic scene, Lin Shi couldn't help but smile and unconsciously let out a whistle.

The vortex knelt there, its eyes darting around, pondering a way to deal with the situation.

Then he slowly raised his hands...towards the new students below the stage.

"Vortex from the Masked Squad wishes everyone a Happy New Year in advance!"

After saying that, he stood up abruptly, reverting to his aloof demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Gang couldn't keep a straight face. He had heard that the Masked Squad's Vortex was unreliable, and it had already caused him trouble at the very beginning.

My carefully planned arrangements were almost ruined by this guy.

The king on the platform noticed the two divine agents below.

Others may not notice, but as agents of the gods, it's impossible for them not to notice.

At this moment, Lin Shi and Lin Qiye also looked at Wang Mian and stared at each other.

The divine power emanating from the two individuals, particularly the one on the right who exuded the same aura of time as himself, suggests that he must be Lin Shi, the agent of Emperor Zafkiel.

However, in the photos in the documents, his left eye pupil is a golden clock. Where did it go?

Perhaps it was covered up. The two people who received the most attention during the training camp were Lin Shi and Lin Qiye, especially Lin Shi, who was a god who had never been discovered before and did not belong to any of the major mythological systems, making him extremely mysterious.

Although they both belong to the realm of time manipulation, they are not agents of the same god. I am very much looking forward to seeing how their duel will unfold.

Wang Mian withdrew his gaze, looked at the new students below the stage, and solemnly announced, "We are the Masked Squad."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gasped!

Yuan Gang looked at the reactions below the stage, his eyes full of smiles. The first phase of suppressing the new students was a complete success. All that was left was to remove the kneeling incident involving the vortex.

"Since none of you are convinced, I will give you a chance to realize the gap between yourselves and geniuses. From now until nine o'clock tonight, no matter what method you use, as long as you can remove the mask of any one of the members of the [Masked] team, you will win!"

If you can win, it will prove that you are one in a million geniuses, and there will be no need for this year of intensive training. We can just announce your graduation.

However, if you didn't do it by nine o'clock, then flush all your genius arrogance and pride down the toilet and obey all orders!

Did you all understand?

As soon as Yuan Gang said this, the new recruits below the stage erupted in excitement, all eager to get started.

"I know some of you will say that if you could reach the same level as them, you could sweep anyone aside. But don't worry, in this competition, they will suppress their level to the 'Zhan' level."

"Seven of you, all at the 'Zhan' realm, are facing 240 of you. Are you all scared?"

"Come on! You said it yourself."

"Even if they are both at the 'Zhan' realm, a group of 240 people could overwhelm and kill seven of them."

The new students below were completely ignited. This was how much they were looked down upon. If it weren't for the opponent's suppression of their cultivation level, they knew they couldn't win.

But if the other party is at the same level as them, they will not believe it.

"At the same skill level, with 240 people fighting against 7, the advantage lies with me." (Fenghua accent)

"Brothers, let's take them down in one fell swoop."

Seeing that he had done enough to create a good atmosphere, Yuan Gang stopped paying attention to the agitated recruits and signaled to Wang Mian that he could get started.

Sensing that the new recruits were about to wipe out his squad in one fell swoop, Wang Mian calmly surveyed the crowd and spoke:

"To deal with you all... just five people are enough to take you all down! There's no need for seven."

At the same time, he gestured for two people in the team to leave, and the two nodded and left directly.

"So arrogant! Qi Ye, Lin Shi, Cao Yuan, let's rush up together and knock off their masks! Knocking off the masks of the special team would be such a prestigious thing!" Baili Pangpang said excitedly, trying to persuade the three of them to join him.

"Go, Pikachu Fatty! I'll cheer you on from behind!" Lin Shi encouraged Baili Fatty to go up and give up the first kill, while he himself ran away first.

"You're already planning to run away before the fight even starts." Lin Qiye glanced at Lin Shi, seeing through his thoughts.

"Aren't you going to run?"

"run."

"Then why are you even saying anything?"

"..."

Cao Yuan promptly interjected with a sycophantic remark: "Whatever Qi Ye wants to do, I'll do it. I'll always be by Qi Ye's side."

When Baili Pangpang saw that the three of them were about to run away, his agitated emotions dissipated. "If you're all running away, then I'll run away with you."

All the new recruits looked at the five masked figures on the stage with ill intent. From the crowd, someone reached out and asked:

"When does it begin?"

The scales extended a finger and hooked it slightly.

The next moment, the questioner was thrown into the air by an invisible force of gravity, as if hit by a speeding car. He coughed up blood and lay on the ground, incapacitated.

"I've already made it very clear, it's already started!"