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

Normally, he would consider fighting Lin Mo.

But the exertion he just experienced left him unable to fight any longer.

The other assassins also reacted quickly, desperately pulling out their life-saving items.

"Come and go as you please?"

Lin Mo's eyes turned cold.

Speed ​​broke the sound barrier at this point.

boom!

A white sonic boom cloud exploded in the air.

Lin Mo's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared in front of one of the assassins.

The longsword was swung out.

The [Three Spirits Symbiosis] effect has been triggered!

Three incredibly fast sword lights flashed by.

The man didn't even have time to show a look of horror.

His head, heart, and abdomen were cut open at the same time.

[Kill a professional player and inherit all of their 850 points.]

Lin Mo did not linger.

The sword flashed.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

He quickly killed the few people blocking his way and grabbed the silver-robed girl's wrist.

That senior technician who was called the third seat of the Saintess preparation.

Lin Mo's goal was clear: it didn't matter if the others ran away, but Technician Number 3 had to stay.

"My number 3 technician, where do you want to go?"

A smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips, as if he were the villain at this moment.

The girl fell to the ground, her staff lying to the side.

She tilted her head back, her hood slipped down, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face that was as pale as paper.

Her eyes were filled with fear.

"You...you let me go..."

The girl's voice trembled.

"I am a Saintess candidate for the Nine Netherworld Temple... What I did was an insult to the Nine Netherworld Temple... The Temple Master will not let you get away with this..."

Lin Mo said disdainfully:

"Who does your temple master think he is? Can he even defeat our alliance leader?"

"You, you, you..."

The girl was speechless for a moment.

Their temple lord's ranking in the upper realm is indeed below that of the alliance leader.

Lin Mo used the tip of his sword to lift her chin.

"You are now my technician number 3."

"You have to do whatever I tell you to do, understand?"

The girl bit her lip hard, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes.

Lin Mo's hand gripped Li Yueyue's wrist tightly, like an iron clamp.

Li Yueyue struggled desperately, turning her head to look at her teammates in the distance.

"Captain! Help me!"

The bald, burly man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He glanced back at Lin Mo.

The man stood still, his breathing steady, the assassin's blood still dripping from his platinum longsword.

The bald, burly man swallowed hard.

He pulled a scroll that emitted a bluish light from his pocket.

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"Your Highness! You wait!"

The bald, burly man crushed the scroll, and a blue gust of wind instantly enveloped his entire body.

"We will definitely come back to save you!"

Before he finished speaking, the bald, burly man transformed into a streak of blue light and plunged into the depths of the wasteland without looking back.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

The remaining assassins looked at each other in bewilderment, then pulled out their life-saving items and scattered in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, only a mess remained at the edge of the basin.

Li Yueyue stared blankly in the direction where her teammates had disappeared.

The staff slipped from his hand and hit the rock.

She collapsed to the ground, her silver hood completely flared out, and tears streamed down her delicate cheeks.

Lin Mo released his grip and gloated from the side.

"It seems like your teammates don't want you anymore."

Li Yueyue bit her lip, not daring to cry out, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Mo turned around and pointed to the alien prince and queen next to him.

"What are you crying for? Get back to work. Number 1 and Number 2 are exhausted, you can't slack off either."

Li Yueyue looked at the two alien races.

The Taliban crown prince was mechanically wielding a serrated broadsword.

Blue blood flowed down its mouth, and its eyes were already unfocused.

The princess collapsed to the ground, too weak to even lift her hand.

Li Yueyue felt a sense of absurdity.

She is a high and mighty Starlight Summoner!

She is a Saintess trainee of the Nine Netherworld Temple!

Wherever I go, I'm always treated like royalty.

Now they're actually going to make her a technician?

Seeing that she didn't move, Lin Mo drew his longsword from behind.

With a swift turn, the sword was placed directly against Li Yueyue's neck.

The cold metallic touch sent a chill down Li Yueyue's spine.

"If you don't want to be a technician, you can be my points."

Lin Mo's tone was flat, without any inflection.

The sword blade pressed down slightly, severing a strand of silver hair, and a bead of blood seeped from the fair skin.

Li Yueyue was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits.

She hurriedly grabbed the staff from the ground and scrambled to her feet.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Suddenly she paused,

She raised her staff high and chanted incantations rapidly.

A deep blue starlight array formed in mid-air.

Dense starlight rays poured down like a torrential rain, striking Lin Mo precisely.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of repeated collisions rang out again.

On the retina, a pale gold stream of data was frantically scrolling across the screen.

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000!]

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000!]

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

He sat back down on the obsidian platform, took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his spatial ring, and began to eat them with relish.

"More, more! Haven't you eaten? Faster!"

Li Yueyue was so aggrieved that she burst into tears, while squeezing out the remaining magic power in her body to increase the output of the magic array.

She stopped very quickly.

"I...I'm out of mana."

She said timidly.

The instant mana potion was used up in the battle, and the rest can only be slowly replenished.

"Sizzle!"

Lin Mo scoffed and tossed the blue potion that Su Wan had given him to her earlier.

"A poor wretch, still a Saintess trainee of the Nine Netherworld Temple."

……

Two kilometers away, behind a black rock wall.

Zhang Ling listened to the scout's report in complete silence.

The high and mighty Saintess trainee is now crying as she becomes Lin Mo's technician.

The Tali race was already being restrained, but the Nine Netherworld Temple was no pushover!

If Lin Mo could deal with the Nine Netherworld Temple, then he could also deal with them.

Eleven swallowed hard; the scene before him had completely shattered his worldview.

"Young Master Ling...shall we continue?"

Zhang Ling slapped Eleven across the face with a backhand.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed behind the rock face.

"Screw you! Don't you want to live?"

Zhang Ling paced back and forth, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

"Third Master said, if you can't have it, destroy it."

"Since it's impossible to capture him alive, let's find a way to kill him."

Zhang Ling stopped and took out a dark gold communication compass from his storage ring.

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We rarely need it, but now is the perfect time.

"Since fighting alone won't work, let's attack together."

Eleven covered her face and leaned closer.

"Young Master Ling, what do you intend to do?"

Zhang Ling sneered and quickly drew runes on the compass with his fingers.

"Tell everyone Lin Mo's location and the danger he poses!"

"Once everyone knows that Lin Mo is not someone they can handle, they will be willing to unite!"

Eleven's eyes lit up.

Zhang Ling sneered.

"The game of cat and mouse is over."

"No matter how strong Lin Mo is, can he be stronger than all the powerful families and conglomerates combined?"

"If anyone's to blame, it's him for having something he shouldn't have."

"Once Lin Mo is subdued by the others, we'll figure out a way to kill him!"

"We absolutely cannot let him fall into the hands of anyone other than the Zhang family!"

Eleven exclaimed in shock:

"At least half of the people in this instance are from powerful families and conglomerates; that's over 500 people!"

"Over 500 people! To deal with just one Lin Mo!?"