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

The alien follower's head spun twice in mid-air before landing at the leader's feet.

Blue blood spurted from the neck cavity splattered all over the leader's face.

The entire process takes no more than one second.

Lin Mo's longsword features a triple-sword special effect!

The first strike severed the alien's throat armor, the second cut open his skin, and the third—sliced ​​off his head!

A vital attack to the throat, coupled with a terrifying output of over 8 damage per hit, makes dealing with these alien minions who aren't wearing high-level armor as easy as slicing a melon.

[Kill a professional player and inherit all of their 120 points.]

The alien leader looked down at the still-blinking head on the ground, his body stiffening for a moment.

Then, it started to shake.

It's not fear.

It was rage.

"Korlen...Korlen!!"

The alien leader let out a guttural roar, and his grey-blue body suddenly swelled up.

Dark purple runes spread wildly along its spine, covering its entire scales.

It raised its serrated blade and slashed down at Lin Mo.

A very ordinary cut.

But just as the blade was half a meter away from Lin Mo's shoulder—

That single blade of light exploded into thousands of fragments.

Buzzing sounds—!

The dense, chilling metallic clanging sound instantly filled the entire wasteland.

Thousands of thin blade energies struck Lin Mo at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye within 0.3 seconds.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding—!

The crisp sounds of the bells rang out in a dense chorus, as dense as a downpour pounding on a tin roof.

A dense array of red numbers instantly appeared above Lin Mo's head.

-0！-0！-0！-0！-0！-0！-0！-0！……

A full thousand "-0"s!

at the same time.

The pale gold data stream on Lin Mo's retina exploded.

[Parry effect increased by 1000, talent experience increased by 40000000!]

What the hell!

Forty million experience points!

A knife!

Forty million!

Lin Mo's pupils suddenly dilated.

He almost lost his composure.

This alien leader's talent divides a single attack into a thousand independent damage instances?

Does the parry trigger individually each time?

Someone else gained 40,000 experience points after taking a hit.

He gained 40 million experience points from taking a single blow.

How can this be an enemy?

This is a top-notch masseur that God airdropped to him!

Now you can level up quickly even in this dungeon with its sparse monster species!

Despite this, Lin Mo's face showed the complete opposite.

"What...what the hell?!"

He suddenly took three steps back, his face ashen, his eyes filled with terror.

"How is this possible! My block... didn't completely stop it?!"

He looked down at his arm, as if checking a wound—in reality, it was as smooth as if he had just had a skincare treatment.

The alien leader, in his rage, failed to notice these details.

It only saw Lin Mo retreating.

The prey is retreating!

"Weak! Humans! Weak!"

The alien leader's bloodthirsty nature was fully ignited, and his serrated broadsword swept across.

The second [Hundred Cracks, Thousand Strikes]!

A thousand sword energies enveloped Lin Mo's entire body once again.

Ding ding ding ding ding—!

[Parry effect increased by 1000, talent experience increased by 40000000!]

Lin Mo let out a scream, staggered, and turned to run away.

"Brother! Let's talk this over!"

He ran very fast.

But it won't be that fast.

They were positioned just at a distance where the alien leader, in full pursuit, could barely catch them.

Every ten meters or so he ran, he would "accidentally" slow down by half a beat and be slashed in the back by a serrated broadsword that caught up with him.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding—

-0! -0! -0! -0! ...

[Parry effect increased by 1000, talent experience increased by 40000000!]

run.

He got beaten up.

Cool.

Keep running.

They continued to be beaten.

Keep having fun.

……

Behind a black rock wall two hundred meters away.

Zhang Ling's shoulders were shaking violently.

It's not nervousness.

He is laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

The eleven shadow guards behind him couldn't hold back any longer, and their muffled laughter rose and fell.

"Young Master Ling, that Lin Mo... runs like a rabbit!"

"He even managed to kill Old Seven and those two bounty hunters before, I thought he was so amazing, but he chickened out when he met a tough opponent!"

"The Tali's Hundred Strike Strike is specifically designed to break through defenses. No matter how high the damage reduction is, it's useless; every strike reduces his defensive attributes! At this rate, his block will be worn down in three minutes at most!"

Zhang Ling's smile vanished, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Wait. Once the aliens have crippled him, we'll go up and take him in."

He leaned casually against the rock wall, tossing the imprisoned crystal ball in his hand.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, where do you think you can run to?"

The chase continues across the wasteland.

The alien leader grew angrier with each pursuit, swinging his sword with all his might every time.

A thousand ways.

A thousand ways.

Another thousand.

Ten minutes have passed.

Lin Mo was slashed no less than eight hundred times.

Each cut is a thousand, that's eight hundred thousand cuts!

Triggered by 800,000 parries.

40,000 times the experience boost!

What is 40,000 multiplied by 800,000 again?

Forget it, Lin Mo was too lazy to calculate it anymore.

There are just a lot.

His parry talent level soared from 7090 to 7128.

Don't underestimate this level 38; Lin Mo was just slashed for ten minutes.

What if it gets cut for a whole day? I can't even imagine!

The higher the level, the more experience is used. This speed is already very fast, not much slower than the Magic Needle Bee Swarm.

Most importantly, the magic needle bee is easily exhausted to death.

But this guy in front of me... can recover.

"Big brother, I really can't hold them off any longer! Please let me go!"

The alien leader was panting heavily, and his steps began to falter.

Each swing of its serrated blade requires a considerable amount of physical strength.

Eight hundred strikes of the "Hundred Cracks and Thousand Blows" have already drained a large portion of its stamina.

Even an iron man couldn't withstand this if it continued like this.

"Why...why hasn't it collapsed yet?!"

The alien leader's gaze shifted from bloodlust to confusion.

It knows its own strength better than anyone else.

As royalty.

Its talents go beyond just reducing defense.

Each hit also deals damage equal to 1% of the target's maximum health!

Why isn't this human's health bar moving at all?

He clearly only had a sliver of health left!

Cut number 1028.

The alien leader finally staggered and knelt on one knee, his serrated broadsword embedded in the sand to support his body.

Its breathing sounded like a broken bellows, and its gray-blue skin was covered with fine cracks.

This is a sign of physical exhaustion.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around.

The fear on his face vanished completely, replaced by a calm that sent chills down the spine of the alien leader.

"You know what? You have a really good talent for massage."

Lin Mo walked up to the alien leader, squatted down, and praised him as if he were praising a hardworking employee.

"I'm very satisfied with your service. Would you be willing to work for me?"

"As long as you keep attacking me during the dungeon, I'll spare your life."

The alien leader's pupils contracted sharply, and his body trembled as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

"You're saying I'm...giving...a massage...?!"

"How about it? You can survive by doing a little work, this is a good deal!"

After saying that, Lin Mo placed the longsword against the neck of the stunned alien leader.

"I am the Crown Prince of the Tali tribe. Even in death, I would never serve humanity!"

"Human, you are strong, kill me!"

The alien leader closed his eyes and awaited death.

Another alien follower beside it looked mournful.

"My king, even if I die, I will die before you."

With a look of deep affection, it grabbed Lin Mo's knife and placed it against its own neck.

Lin Mo: "..."

Although it's impossible to tell, could this one be female?

She is indeed quite petite, and her voice is also rather soft.

Could she be the lover of this so-called foreign crown prince?

Lin Mo had just given up when a plan suddenly came to him!

He stared at the rough, wrinkled skin, the blue scales that emitted a dark green glow, the pungent, nauseating stench, and the green drool dripping from the corner of her mouth—the female alien.

Suppressing nausea, he said:

"You woman, you're quite good-looking. If you're willing to serve me with your body, I'll spare your husband's life."

These words were spoken.

Both alien races were dumbfounded.

The alien leader roared in fury: "Impossible! How could I allow humans to lay a hand on my future queen!"

The angry aliens even started speaking more fluently.

"Kill me if you must, no need for further words!"

"My king... I am willing to give myself for you."

The petite attendant was somewhat tempted.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up. She was actually a princess! That was wonderful!