Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

In the center of the camp, the piercing sound of machinery whirring filled the air.

Four massive alloy walls slowly rose from the ground, assembling into an open-air arena fifty meters long and fifty meters wide.

The pale blue energy shield, like an inverted glass bowl, completely covered the arena.

Battalion Commander Zhang Tianzhen stood in front of the second-floor railing, holding the controller to activate the barrier in his hand.

He glanced at Qin Lan beside him, and seeing that the fifth-rank envoy had no intention of stopping him, he pressed the start button heavily.

"The assessment will be challenging, but remember to stop short of escalating the difficulty."

Zhang Tianzhen's voice resonated throughout the venue through the loudspeakers.

"start!"

Zhao Tai leaped onto the arena, his longsword pointing directly at Lin Mo, who had just stepped onto the stage.

His four teammates quickly spread out and formed a standard five-man combat formation.

The shieldbearer stood at the forefront, the mage and priest were in the middle, and the assassin was hidden in the shadows to Zhao Tai's right.

Their movements were skillful and their teamwork was excellent.

This is the muscle memory they've developed over the past few days, honed on the brink of life and death.

"Lin Mo, today I'll show you just how big the difference really is between a blank slate and a rare item!"

Zhao Tai's face was contorted with rage.

He had waited too long for this moment.

Without uttering a single wasted word, he swung his left hand forward sharply.

"Control him completely!"

The moment the command was given, blue light flashed in the eyes of the mage Chen Cong, and his staff slammed heavily onto the alloy ground.

"Frosty Shackles!"

Two thick, dark blue ice crystal chains burst from the ground, tightly coiling around Lin Mo's ankles like venomous snakes. The extreme cold instantly froze his clothes below the waist into white frost.

Immediately afterwards, the female pastor waved the cross.

"Slow Aura!"

A halo of grayish-brown light descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Mo's entire body. Ripples spread through the air, and gravity seemed to increase several times over at that moment.

Shield Guard King Meng strode forward and slammed his half-man-high deformed iron shield heavily onto the ground, veins bulging on his neck.

"Taunting Roar!"

A visible sound wave fanned out towards Lin Mo, attempting to forcibly interrupt any possible spellcasting actions he might be taking.

The three controls are seamlessly integrated.

All the freshmen in the room gasped.

This kind of teamwork is something a basic, unskilled warrior could never withstand.

"Well done!"

Zhao Tai burst into wild laughter.

He could clearly sense that Lin Mo had been hit by these three controls and was unable to move.

He strode toward Lin Mo, carrying a longsword crackling with electricity.

Zhao Tai stopped less than five meters away from Lin Mo, his sword tip pointing directly at Lin Mo's brow.

I don't care how you got your points.

Zhao Tai lowered his voice, his tone filled with the satisfaction of having avenged a great grudge.

"Now, kneel down!"

"You should honestly admit that you cheated."

"Otherwise, my Thunder Strike will shred your heart!"

He stared intently at Lin Mo's face, trying to see terror, pleading, and despair in it.

However, no.

Lin Mo stood still, frost forming below his waist, and a slowing aura emanating from him.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, just sighed with a hint of boredom.

"Have you finished rambling?"

Lin Mo lowered his head and slowly reached into the spatial pouch at his waist.

Zhao Tai's pupils contracted, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Why can this kid still move?

He thought Lin Mo was going to pull out some kind of incredible defensive scroll or lethal item.

The assassin's teammates were even prepared to slit his throat from behind at any moment.

Under the spotlight.

Lin Mo pulled out a long knife with a rolled and pitted blade made of boar tusks, and a battle axe that was almost completely worn down.

Zhao Tai was stunned.

The students in the room were all stunned.

Before they could react, Lin Mo made a move that sent chills down everyone's spine.

He placed the blades of the knife and axe horizontally across his left and right carotid arteries.

Then, pull hard.

"Clang—"

A sickening metallic scraping sound echoed through the ring.

Sparks flew everywhere, but not a single white mark was left on Lin Mo's neck.

On the retina, a faint golden notification appeared.

[Block successful, negating damage. Experience +40000]

"Are you guys even capable? I can do more damage by cutting myself."

Lin Mo frowned, then increased the force, gripping the knife handle with both hands and frantically sawing at his own neck like sawing wood.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Ah... this... feels better..."

The ear-piercing scraping sound was incessant, and sparks even splashed onto Zhao Tai's face several meters away.

The entire room fell silent.

The wind blew through the hall, and all was silent.

Zhang Tianzhen's rubbing of his eyes froze, and several strands of his beard were forcibly pulled out.

Qin Lan crossed her arms over her chest, her lips twitching slightly.

That kid, he's putting on an act again!

You feel uncomfortable if you don't show off for a day, right?

"What...what are you doing?"

Zhao Tai swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

What did he see?

When a blank-slate soldier is being restrained, instead of resisting or begging for mercy, he uses a knife to saw off his own neck.

The most terrifying thing is that it can't even cut through the skin?

An unknown sense of dread crept up Zhao Tai's spine like a venomous snake.

Lin Mo stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and spoke in a calm tone as if she were discussing the weather.

"I'm giving myself a massage."

Lin Mo shook his aching wrist and pointed at Zhao Tai and the others:

"Hurry up, you guys, honestly, you have no strength at all."

The overwhelming sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed the fear.

Zhao Tai's eyes were bloodshot, and his features were distorted with extreme anger.

He felt like a clown being mocked at will.

"Playing tricks! I'll grant your wish!"

Zhao Tai roared,

"Stop holding back! Attack him with all your might!"

"Thunder Strike!"

Zhao Tai's body surged with magical power, and his longsword transformed into a blinding blue lightning bolt, piercing straight into Lin Mo's heart.

This is his strongest single-target burst skill; if it hits a vital point, it can easily kill monsters of the same level.

The assassin appeared behind Lin Mo like a ghost, and plunged two daggers coated with deadly poison into Lin Mo's kidneys.

The Shield Guard King charged forward, channeling all his power into his iron shield and unleashing the skill [Savage Charge].

The sorcerer Chen Cong bit his tongue and chanted beyond his capacity, causing three exploding fireballs the size of millstones to condense in mid-air and crash down with a whoosh.

Five people, holding nothing back, revealing all their cards.

A terrifying surge of magical energy exploded at the location where Lin Mo was standing.

"Boom—"

The deafening explosion was accompanied by blinding flashes of light and blue lightning, and the alloy plates on the arena floor were slightly dented by the blast.

The thick smoke and dust instantly engulfed Lin Mo's figure.

"Is he dead?"

The monk Chen Cong collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

His magic has been completely drained.

Shield Guard King Meng's arms trembled, and a deep dent appeared on the iron shield.

Zhao Tai's chest heaved violently.

The sword struck squarely.

He could clearly feel the resistance coming from the tip of the sword.

Even if Lin Mo had extraordinary abilities, he would still have no chance of surviving if he were caught off guard and had to withstand the full force of their attacks.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

In the center of the arena, a figure still stood quietly.

The icy shackles beneath his feet had long since vaporized in the explosion.

Lin Mo held a basic introduction to formations in his left hand, which he had pulled out from somewhere, while his right hand still held the long boar tusk knife, slowly sawing it against his neck.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

His clothes were spotless, and his skin was as white as jade, without a single scratch.

Above their heads, several strings of pale gray numbers slowly floated up.

"-0"

"-0"

"-0"

The freshmen stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

That's a full-force attack from five rare professions!

The shot hit Lin Mo, and it only dealt a... 0 damage?!

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Tai stared at the bent longsword in his hand, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

He charged at Lin Mo like a madman, wildly slashing at Lin Mo's head, neck, and chest with his curved sword.

"Die! Die! Break through my defenses!"

"-0"

"-0"

The assassin teammate also went berserk, his eyes bloodshot as he lunged forward, frantically stabbing Lin Mo in the back with his dagger.

The shield guards charged again and again.

The mage tapped Lin Mo's shoulder with his staff like a fire poker.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——"

A barrage of attacks rained down on Lin Mo.

three minutes.

The dagger broke.

five minutes.

The shield is broken.

Ten minutes passed.

The staff broke.

Zhao Tai lost his strength.

His wrist went limp, and the "longsword" that curved like a snake fell to the ground.

The assassin's dagger was reduced to its hilt; his hands were cracked from the impact, and blood was flowing freely.

The shield guard knelt on the ground, his mouth wide open, his lungs pounding like bellows, unable to move even a finger.

The five of them exhausted all their physical strength, magic power, and mental energy.

They collapsed around Lin Mo, their eyes vacant, like dead fish on the verge of death.

Lin Mo looked down at Zhao Tai, who was as limp as mud.

"Didn't you eat?"

"After all that, this is all you can do?"

"What...what kind of monster are you?"

Zhao Tai's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

His psychological defenses have completely collapsed.

"I'm level 3! A level 3 Thunder Swordsman!"

Zhao Tai gripped his hair tightly with both hands and roared hysterically.

"You're just a basic warrior! Your talent only grants 10 points of damage reduction! How come you're completely unharmed? How come?!"

Why is it that even though he worked his way up to level 3, he couldn't even scratch this piece of trash's skin?

Why did he think Lin Mo was a piece of trash who only knew how to live off women, only to find that he was even worse than trash?

Lin Mo chuckled softly.

"Open your dog eyes and take a good look."

Having said that, Lin Mo no longer concealed his level.

A golden, dazzling rank badge slowly emerged.

【LV.30】