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

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

A dense clanging of metal echoed across the obsidian platform.

Sparks flew, illuminating Lin Mo's contented face.

His parry level increased rapidly, reaching 300 levels in just two hours.

Current panel:

[Health volume: 1600]

【Mana value: 1600】

[Talent: Parry (Level 7428)]

【Strength: 310】

[Physical Fitness: 160]

【Spirit: 160】

【Speed: 160】

[Skills: Berserk level 458, Parry level 300]

The upgrade speed for blocking is still decent.

The parry value has now reached an outrageous 74280 points!

With the current situation where the burst of level 30 geniuses barely exceeds 10,000, it is simply a sighing wall that can never be broken through!

The Berserk level has been steadily increasing, but now it's leveling up much more slowly.

Lin Mo was eager to complete the job change, because as long as he successfully changed jobs, his experience gain rate would immediately increase tenfold!

It reached 400,000 times!

"Hell-level dungeons, what a lucky place."

"There are all sorts of talented people there, and they all have pleasant voices."

Upon hearing this, the crown prince's serrated broadsword suddenly stopped, almost slipping to the ground.

Again?

I never want to see you again!

Just then, the sky over the entire wasteland suddenly twisted violently. Dark red clouds churned like boiling blood.

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in the minds of all the survivors.

[WARNING: Countdown to spatial collapse has begun.]

All survivors are requested to proceed to the safe zone within two hours.

Those who fail to arrive within the specified time will be disqualified.

Accompanied by a notification sound, a black, void boundary on the distant horizon began to shrink inward at a visible speed.

Any rocks and dead trees swallowed by the black boundary instantly turned to dust.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted.

A small map of the instance appears before your eyes.

There was only one red dot on the map; that was himself.

In the map, except for a small area in the center, the rest of the area is completely black.

Including Lin Mo's current location.

This means... he's in the drug circle.

It's good that the circle has shrunk.

A smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips.

This left Zhang Ling with nowhere to escape.

"Alright, the circle has shrunk, let's go."

Lin Mo pulled out the longsword that was stuck to the side.

"Let's go somewhere else."

The crown prince, as if granted a pardon, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

He had never felt that wielding a knife was such a painful thing in his life.

"Stop what?" Lin Mo kicked the Crown Prince. "You should keep massaging yourself even while walking."

Lin Mo paid a huge price for his cultivation.

What's wrong with letting him put in a little effort and sweat for Lin Mo?

Shouldn't it be so?

If it slacks off, how can it improve?

The crown prince gritted his teeth and stood up in humiliation.

He glanced at the princess beside him and could only swallow his anger.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, walked towards the center of the wasteland.

The terrain along the way became increasingly complex, with dry riverbeds, towering sand dunes, and canyons filled with poisonous vines.

As the safe zone shrinks, the job changers who were originally scattered throughout the instance are forced to converge in the same direction.

Throughout the journey, Lin Mo could occasionally sense the gazes of those secretly watching him.

Those job changers hiding behind the giant rocks and in the shadows, when they saw the bright "1 point of health" above Lin Mo's head, instantly revealed undisguised greed in their eyes.

One billion Alliance Coins!

This amount of money is enough for someone to squander for a lifetime.

But when they saw the two Taliban following behind Lin Mo, they all suppressed their impulses.

The oppressive presence of the foreign royal family deterred these desperate men from making any rash moves.

"Is that Lin Mo, the one the Zhang family has a bounty on? How come he's mixed up with alien races?"

"Judging from the attire of those two foreigners, they seem to be royalty of the Tali tribe!"

"Those two aliens are hacking at Lin Mo with knives! What are they trying to do?!"

"Quick! Notify the boss! This is a serious problem!!"

The sound of crushing communication reels echoed in the darkness.

Lin Mo walked at the front, ignoring these little actions.

He even deliberately slowed his pace and walked with a swagger.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

The crown prince followed behind, and seeing the increasing number of ill-intentioned glances around him, he sneered.

"Human, you are being watched."

The crown prince's voice was hoarse.

"Those greedy insects will tear you to pieces. You think bringing us along will scare them away?"

Lin Mo scoffed, "Someone as useless as you would get exhausted just swinging a knife."

"If they're even afraid of you, I could kick them to death."

The Crown Prince took a deep breath.

I must endure!

Half an hour later, the terrain suddenly opened up.

A huge circular basin appeared before the three of them.

In the center of the basin, a beam of blinding white light pierced the sky. That was the final safe zone.

As soon as Lin Mo stepped onto the edge of the basin, the sand beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

Whoosh whoosh!

More than a dozen figures emerged from behind the rock walls from all directions like ghosts, instantly cutting off all of Lin Mo's escape routes.

17 people in total.

They all wore black, tight-fitting combat suits, with a pale white bone flower embroidered in silver thread on the chest.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their positioning was extremely precise. Shieldbearers led the way, assassins roamed around, and mages and rangers occupied the high ground.

"Nine Netherworld Temple".

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

He remembered the name.

The ranger who ran away mentioned this name before.

The leader was a bald, burly man.

He was over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, and carried a dark red giant sword the size of a door on his shoulder.

"Lin Mo, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Our Nine Netherworld Temple needs your loyalty. You can bring Su Xiaoli with you."

He slammed the greatsword heavily onto the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

You don't deserve it.

Lin Mo's words were concise and to the point.

The bald, burly man glanced at the two alien races behind Lin Mo, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.

"You dare talk to me like that with just the two bodyguards you hired?"

The bald, burly man chuckled.

Upon hearing the word "bodyguard," the foreign prince's face instantly turned purplish-red.

This was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life! He, the dignified crown prince of the Tali tribe, had been treated as a henchman by a group of humans for this blank warrior!

"Shut up! You lowly insect!" the crown prince roared, drawing his serrated broadsword.

The bald, burly man's eyes turned cold as he pulled out a black crystal ball: "Lin Mo, we already know that you have high resilience and strong defense!"

"That's why I prepared this prop especially for you!"

"It can reduce toughness by 50%!"

"You can still surrender now!"

"You bunch of worthless cowards?"

Lin Mo chuckled.

His resilience exceeds 200%, so what difference does it make if it's reduced by 50%?

The bald, burly man's face was contorted. He had been regarded as a genius since childhood, yet he was being called a worthless piece of trash.

"Let's do it!"

The 17 people simultaneously unleashed a powerful surge of magical energy.

Frost, fire, lightning, poison mist—the light of various high-level skills flickered at the edge of the basin, violently distorting the air. A murderous intent instantly locked onto Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stood still, a smile playing on his lips.

"It's a good opportunity to try out your massage techniques."

"If the technique is good, I'll consider sparing the life of one of your team's technicians."

"Still being stubborn even when death is imminent!"

The bald, burly man shouted, not understanding what Lin Mo meant.

But that doesn't prevent him from giving orders.

"Let's do it!"

"Control him completely!"

The three assassins vanished instantly, leaving three afterimages as they rushed towards Lin Mo's back.

The two mages in mid-air simultaneously waved their staffs, and two explosive fireballs, each over three meters in diameter, roared down with an aura of destruction.

The ranger's armor-piercing arrows rained down like a storm.

Faced with this deadly formation that could instantly kill any other class changer of the same level, Lin Mo not only did not dodge, but instead turned to look at the alien prince behind him.

"Technician No. 1, Technician No. 2, you two can give me a massage too."

Lin Mo's tone was flat.

The Crown Prince and Princess were both stunned upon hearing this.

What is that person saying?

technician?

Who are the technicians? Them?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up!" Lin Mo urged.

The foreign crown prince turned green with rage. A dignified crown prince had been mistaken for a technician!

He raised his serrated broadsword and let out a furious roar: "Hundred Cracks, Thousand Strikes!"

hum!

Thousands of sword energies erupted instantly, converging with the attack from the Nine Netherworld Temple, completely engulfing Lin Mo.

Rumble—!!

A violent explosion resounded throughout the basin. The raging shockwave hurled surrounding sand and soil tens of meters high, forming a massive mushroom cloud.

The bald, burly man looked at the epicenter of the explosion and burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! This idiot! He actually managed to absorb all the control!!!"