Wang Mu looked at Lu Ran with a mix of eager anticipation and skeptical doubt.
He genuinely couldn’t imagine what a rookie necromancer could possibly do that was worth showing off. He himself was a necromancer—and the number one necromancer in Dragon Xia, at that. His understanding of the class ran bone-deep.
Yet, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out what made Lu Ran so special.
At the same time, he also couldn’t understand why the legendary, mysterious necromancer powerhouse was so terrifying. And more than that, he couldn’t—or rather, refused to—believe that the rookie necromancer standing before him, Lu Ran, was that very same legendary figure.
Meanwhile, Lu Ran hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to Liu Xinxin. “So… I can show off anything I want?”
“Mm-hmm. You could start with Blood Spear,” Liu Xinxin said, her curiosity thoroughly piqued.
The others perked up at her suggestion, their eyes lighting up with interest.
Only Wang Mu looked completely lost.
The necromancer’s charged Blood Spear? What’s there to even look at?
Still, he kept his mouth shut and just watched Lu Ran.
Lu Ran had already guessed what Liu Xinxin and the others were getting at. And honestly, he was starting to feel a little playful about it himself.
Grinning at Wang Mu, he said, “Alright then. Let’s start with Blood Spear.”
As for Yu Qingcang and the others, they were even more curious about what would happen if a training dummy actually got killed.
After the global datafication, guilds were given the authority to set up training dummies—basically, practice target dummies. But no one had ever been able to actually kill one. Because it was supposedly impossible.
And yet, just based on what they knew about Lu Ran’s skill mechanics, it seemed entirely doable! Lu Ran’s burst damage was so high that even the training dummy’s health regeneration wouldn’t have time to kick in—no matter how fast it recovered.
With that, Lu Ran raised a hand toward the training dummy on the far left.
The next second, a Blood Spear shot forward.
“Wait—no charge time?” Wang Mu blinked in confusion. Blood Spear had an eight-second charge window to reach maximum damage. Firing it instantly like that, especially from a rookie necromancer—what kind of damage could that possibly deal? What was even the point of this demonstration? Showing off that necromancers have skills?
Just as his confusion peaked, he saw Lu Ran’s Blood Spear pierce through the air—and he froze.
Something’s off.
Normally, the eight-second charge would make the Blood Spear grow darker in color. But even at max charge, the effect wasn’t anything extreme. Yet Lu Ran’s Blood Spear was so dark it was practically black with a purple sheen!
Having cast Blood Spear countless times himself, Wang Mu spotted the difference almost instantly—this Blood Spear was not the same as a normal necromancer’s. He’d never seen that color before!
Of course, it was nighttime, and while the training grounds had lights, it wasn’t as bright as broad daylight. Maybe he was just seeing things?
Before he could finish the thought—
Boom!
The Blood Spear struck the training dummy.
In the next instant, the dummy’s health bar emptied completely. Vanished.
Then—
Crack!
The entire training dummy split into pieces, scattering across the floor.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded.
Even Yu Qingcang and the others, who already knew what Lu Ran was capable of and had anticipated this outcome, still found it hard to process what they’d just witnessed.
It was absolutely mind-blowing!
People who weren’t professional might not understand, but for those who were, everyone knew that training dummies were basically invincible—they could not be killed.
And yet, here it was: dead, one-shot by Lu Ran’s single Blood Spear.
“Wha—?” Wang Mu’s eyes went wide. He stared at the scene, utterly speechless.
The training dummy was gone. Just like that. Destroyed.
“Hold on—you—that—the dummy—it—” Wang Mu stammered, nearly biting his tongue.
Yu Qingcang and the others snapped out of it and exchanged glances. They all shrugged.
Liu Xinxin remarked, “See? Nothing is absolute. We always say training dummies are invincible, but really, it just means we’ve never had the power to kill one.”
“Wait! What the hell just happened?! The training dummy got killed? By one Blood Spear? That’s impossible—it has a hundred million health!” Wang Mu shouted in disbelief.
“It does have a hundred million health,” Yu Qingcang explained, “but Lu Ran’s Blood Spear deals enough damage to kill it.”
Wang Mu’s head was spinning.
One Blood Spear. Over a hundred million damage.
What did that even mean in practice?
In today’s world, no matter the class—even hidden ones—no one’s health exceeded one million. Even with every buff, every boost, every shield stack you could pile on, you wouldn’t crack two million health.
Lu Ran’s Blood Spear could literally one-shot anything.
And more importantly—
What monsters, bosses, field bosses, ruin bosses—what in any dungeon had a hundred million health?
Nothing. At least, not at this stage.
That meant Lu Ran’s Blood Spear could instantly kill any target in existence.
Gulp.
Wang Mu swallowed hard, then turned to Lu Ran. “So… you really are that necromancer? The one who crushed the Eagle Nation, took down Nana-san, and cleared Floor 70 of the Endless Tower?”
Lu Ran replied modestly, “You’re all my seniors here—I wouldn’t call myself a ‘powerhouse.’ But yes, taking down Eagle Nation and clearing Floor 70 of the Endless Tower—that was me.”
Wang Mu was completely floored.
The legend he admired. The idol in his mind. It was a kid. A necromancer who’d only awakened his class about twenty days ago.
“Your Blood Spear… you—you did all of that with just that?” Wang Mu asked instinctively. Then he quickly corrected himself: “No, no, that’s not right. Blood Spear’s cooldown isn’t short—you can’t chain-cast it. I can understand the Endless Tower—you could one-shot your way through—but the arena? That time against the five Eagle Nation guild leaders? How did you handle that? And what about your own squishiness? How did you even survive against them?”
Wang Mu fired off question after question like a machine gun.
It was understandable—processing that much overwhelming information at once would throw anyone off.
But Wang Mu had no idea just how deep Lu Ran’s hidden abilities went.
That was when the guild leaders chimed in:
“Lu Ran’s talents go far beyond just this Blood Spear.”
“Think of it this way: Lu Ran is essentially immortal.”
“Also, his skills have no cooldown.”
“And his skill range? It’s probably over a thousand kilometers now.”
“Not just the area of effect—the casting range, too. Also over a thousand kilometers.”
Their words left Wang Mu utterly dumbfounded. This sounded worse than a scam—like they were treating him like an idiot.
But the guild leaders spoke with such conviction that Wang Mu took a deep breath and looked at Lu Ran.
“Are they… telling the truth?”
Lu Ran gave a serious nod. “Yes. It’s all true.”
