With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 648 Playing the Fool

He tilted his head and looked at the man, then shook his head: "Playing tricks. A person walks out of the fog."

Another team member chimed in; he was a mage, and electricity was already crackling at his fingertips.

"Are the people from 9527 Mainland China out of their minds? Do they all think they can take on ten people at once? We scattered the thirty people from that guild ahead, what kind of trouble can this one cause?"

"They were probably just some random passersby who got scared when they saw us and didn't know what to do."

The hunter shrugged. "Captain, should I shoot him? To bring him to his senses?"

Hanren did not answer.

His gaze remained fixed on that person's face.

The person heard their conversation but did not react.

There was no anger, no fear, not even disdain—just no expression at all, as if what they were saying had nothing to do with him.

This reaction made Hanren even more uneasy.

A person facing ten enemies, without running, hiding, explaining, or cursing, simply walks over with a blank expression.

This isn't right.

"Wait." Han Ren raised his left hand, signaling to the team members behind him not to make any rash moves.

He took another step forward, closing the distance between himself and the person.

Now they are less than ten meters apart.

At this distance, Han Ren could see every detail of that person—but no details at all.

The equipment had no guild emblem, no level indicator, and no class characteristics. It was like a blank character that had just left the starting area.

But his intuition told him that this person was not a blank number.

"This person is strange." Han Ren's voice was low, only audible to the team members behind him. "Be careful, don't let your guard down."

The team members behind them looked at each other in bewilderment.

The hunter lowered the bowstring, but not completely released it; his index finger remained on the string. He glanced at the man, then at the cold blade, somewhat dismissive.

"Captain, the average level on Continent 9527 is only 36. This guy is at most a little over level 40. The ten of us are around level 44 or 45 on average. Do you really need to be this careful?"

The mage nodded in agreement: "Yes, Captain. Look at his equipment, it's all gray and dull, without any enchantments. One spell from me and his equipment's durability will drop by half."

"Exactly," another assassin chimed in, his tone impatient.

Hanren remained silent.

They have a point.

The average level of the 9527 mainland is indeed only level 36.

This person doesn't look like a master—a true master wouldn't have such shabby equipment.

Besides, there are ten of them, so there's really nothing to be afraid of. Even if this person is really tough, ten against one, they can't possibly lose.

Thinking about it this way, Han Ren realized that he might be overthinking things.

"Forget it." Han Ren shook his head, suppressing his unease. "Never mind. Go all out and don't cause any trouble. Finish this quickly and then go meet up with the captain."

"clear!"

The nine people behind him responded in unison.

Hanren drew his short sword, crouched slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

The nine people behind him also activated their skills at the same time.

The warrior raised his shield and activated [Charge] – leaning forward, shield facing forward, he charged towards the person.

He was moving as fast as an out-of-control truck, kicking up dirt and grime from the grass beneath his feet.

The hunter's bowstring was finally released.

Three arrows were fired simultaneously, flying in a triangular pattern toward the man's chest, head, and abdomen.

The arrows made a sharp whistling sound as they flew through the air, moving so fast that only three blurry black shadows could be seen with the naked eye.

The mage also unleashed his magic.

The lightning gathered at his fingertips transformed into an arc of electricity, striking straight towards the person's head.

The electric arc crackled in the air, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The assassin went into stealth mode and then circled around to the back of the person from the flank.

He already had his dagger in his hand, the blade coated with poison, gleaming with an unhealthy green light.

He was waiting—waiting for the person in front to draw that person's attention, so he could stab him in the back.

The remaining few people also launched their own attacks.

Some threw projectiles, some unleashed ranged skills, and some buffed themselves before charging forward to prepare for close-quarters combat.

Ten people, ten different attack methods, converged on that person from all directions.

There are no blind spots.

There was no escape route.

In Han Ren's view, this person was already dead.

But the next second, his eyes widened.

A semi-transparent shield suddenly appeared around that person's body.

It wasn't the typical elemental shield—it had no color, no luster, and looked like the air had suddenly become denser.

If it weren't for the subtle ripples created when the attacks hit the shield, Hanren wouldn't even be able to tell that there was a shield there.

The warrior's shield collided with the protective shield.

No sound.

Instead of being bounced away with a "bang," it felt like crashing into a ball of cotton—all the impact and all the kinetic energy were absorbed by that shield.

The warrior's charge was abruptly halted; his body was stuck in front of the shield, which remained motionless against the semi-transparent barrier.

The hunter's three arrows struck the shield.

The arrowhead stopped the instant it touched the shield, as if it had been caught by an invisible hand.

Three arrows hung in mid-air, their fletchings still trembling slightly, before losing all kinetic energy and clattering to the ground.

The mage's lightning struck the shield.

The electric arc spread along the surface of the shield, rippling outwards like water.

But the shield itself remained unchanged—no cracks, no deformation, not even a change in color.

The lightning bolt circled the shield once and then vanished, as if it had never existed.

The assassin's stab from behind also stopped outside the shield.

The tip of the knife was less than a centimeter away from the person's back, but that centimeter was like an insurmountable chasm.

The assassin's entire arm went numb from the recoil, and he almost dropped the dagger.

All the attacks landed on that shield.

No one touched that person's body.

Moreover—the shield didn't even cause a ripple.

There wasn't even a ripple.

What does this mean?

Hanren's brain was working at lightning speed.

When the shield is hit, it will produce ripples or waves, the size and intensity of which reflect the strength of the attack.

The stronger the attack, the larger the ripples. If the shield doesn't even produce ripples, there's only one explanation—

The intensity of the attack was far below the shield's maximum withstand capacity.

So low that there's no need to react at all.

It's like a drop of water falling into the ocean—will the ocean create waves?

will not.

Because that drop of water was so small that it could be ignored.