Worldwide Class Change: Minimal Effort, Maximum Reward!-Chapter 120, Courting Death?!

The man’s voice, sharp with anger, still echoed faintly.

"Courting death?!"

Lin Yi did not answer.

He stood where he had stopped, a few steps away, his posture relaxed, his breathing steady, as though the sudden burst of movement moments ago had cost him nothing at all.

His gaze rested on the man, calm, measuring.

Then—

His hand moved, and a blade appeared.

It did not flash into existence with overwhelming light, nor did it release a dramatic surge of aura that crushed the surroundings. Instead, it simply... manifested.

As though it had always been there, waiting.

The moment it entered the world, however—

Something changed.

The air shifted.

The dense, humid atmosphere of the rainforest seemed to part ever so slightly, as if acknowledging the presence of something that did not belong to this layer of existence.

The man’s pupils contracted.

His instincts flared.

That blade—

"...What is that...?" he muttered unconsciously.

It was simple in form.

A straight-edged sword, its surface dark yet faintly reflective, like a still body of water beneath a starless sky. Subtle lines ran along its length, not carved, but inherent, as though the structure of the blade itself followed a deeper pattern.

There was no visible ornamentation and no exaggerated design, and yet it felt heavy—not in weight, but in presence, as though it carried something beyond mere material. Lin Yi’s fingers settled naturally around the hilt, and for a brief moment, he did nothing. Then, quietly, he spoke: "...You talk too much."

The words were calm and unhurried, but they landed. The man’s expression twisted, anger surging once more as he shouted, "You—!" He moved, and this time, there was no underestimation.

His aura flared outward, sharp and aggressive, spiritual energy condensing around his blade as he pushed off the ground. The damp earth beneath his feet cracked under the sudden force, roots snapping as he closed the distance in a single burst.

Fast.

Decisive.

His earlier mistake would not repeat itself.

The curved blade in his hand hummed, energy gathering along its edge, forming a crescent arc that sliced forward with lethal intent.

"I’ll cut you down first and ask questions later!"

The strike came cleanly.

Efficiently.

Aimed not to test, but to kill.

Lin Yi did not retreat or sidestep; instead, he stepped forward with a small, almost imperceptible movement that nonetheless changed everything.

The incoming arc passed just beside him, missing by a margin so narrow it seemed impossible. The force of it split the air behind him, carving through a cluster of vines that fell in severed strands.

The man’s eyes widened, the realization that he was too close hitting him before the thought could even settle. In that instant, Lin Yi’s blade moved with no flourish or excess motion—just a single, horizontal cut. The Celestial Lord Blade did not roar or blaze; it simply... cut.

The space in front of it seemed to fold slightly, the edge passing through air, through energy, through resistance itself as though none of it held meaning.

The man reacted instantly.

His body twisted, forcing himself backward, abandoning his forward momentum entirely. His blade came up in a reflexive guard, spiritual energy surging to reinforce it.

Clang—

The sound was muted.

Wrong.

Instead of a sharp collision, it was as though something had been... erased.

His blade met Lin Yi’s.

And then—

It didn’t.

For a fraction of a second, there was contact, and then the resistance vanished as the curved blade in his hand split cleanly in two. There was no resistance and no fracture line—just... separation.

His eyes widened fully now, shock breaking through the layers of combat instinct.

"What—?!"

The severed half of his weapon fell, embedding itself into the damp earth with a dull thud.

Lin Yi’s strike did not stop.

It continued forward.

The man barely managed to throw himself back again, the tip of the blade grazing across his chest. His armor—already damaged from the earlier fight—offered no resistance.

A thin line appeared.

Then—

Blood.

He landed several meters away, stumbling, his breath uneven now as his gaze dropped briefly to his chest. The cut was shallow, but that wasn’t the point.

"...Impossible..." he whispered.

His weapon was gone, destroyed in a single exchange, and his eyes snapped back up to Lin Yi. That calm expression and steady stance remained unchanged, as though nothing significant had happened.

"What... what kind of weapon...?"

His voice trailed off because the answer was already forming in his mind, unbidden. It was not high-grade, nor was it rare; it was something else entirely, something far beyond what he had encountered before.

Lin Yi did not explain. He simply took a step forward, and the movement was enough. The man’s body tensed instinctively, retreating another half-step despite himself as fear crept in—quiet, but undeniable.

"No... no, this doesn’t make sense..." he muttered, his thoughts beginning to fracture. "He was just standing there... no aura... no pressure... how—"

Lin Yi moved again.

Faster this time.

The distance between them collapsed in an instant.

The man reacted, forcing his body into motion, abandoning any attempt at direct confrontation. Without a weapon capable of meeting that blade, engaging head-on was no longer an option.

He shifted to evade, to survive, to escape. His foot pushed off the ground and stopped—not physically, but functionally. In that instant, he realized there was nowhere to go. Lin Yi was already there, ahead of him and behind him. It wasn’t a physical presence, but a total sense of control; every movement the man considered, every path he tried to take, felt intercepted before it even began. This was pressure—not overwhelming, but absolute.

"...You—" His voice broke as Lin Yi’s blade rose slightly in a simple motion. Then, it descended in a vertical cut, clean and unobstructed. The man’s body froze. For a brief moment, nothing happened, and then a perfectly straight line formed from shoulder to waist. His eyes remained open, locked onto Lin Yi and filled with a disbelief that had yet to fully process. The words "...This... is..." never finished as his body separated silently, collapsing into the damp forest floor. The sound it made was soft and insignificant, as though the world itself did not care.

Silence returned, and the rainforest continued as it had before. Water dripped, leaves shifted faintly, and the distant hum of ambient energy persisted, unchanged. Lin Yi stood over the fallen body, the Celestial Lord Blade still in his hand. There was no visible trace of blood on its surface, no sign that it had just ended a life. For a moment, he said nothing, then with a small motion, the blade disappeared—stored as though it had never been drawn.

He crouched slightly, retrieving the pouch of celestial jades. After a brief inspection showed no issues, he secured it and rose. His gaze moved once across the forest, calm and uninterested. "...Too inefficient," he said quietly. Whether he referred to the fight, the man, or something else entirely was unclear.

He stepped forward, moving past the fallen bodies without another glance. The unseen currents shifted subtly beneath his feet, guiding and responding. Above, far beyond the dense canopy, the celestial world continued its endless motion. Dragons roamed, stars flowed, and melodies played. And within it, Lin Yi advanced, unhindered.