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

twenty minutes.

For the more than 300 people on the rock face, those 20 minutes felt longer than the combined years of their lives.

Many mages have run out of mana.

Some priests still harbored a glimmer of hope: if Lin Mo could take damage so easily, could he not take healing?

So the priests unleashed their healing spells on Lin Mo, hoping to kill him instantly.

Useless.

Even bombarding Lin Mo with aggressive prayers was useless.

Finally, when his magic power was gone, he was killed by Lin Mo with a single sword strike.

Everyone is fighting desperately to survive.

An ice mage wearing a dark gold dress changed drastically after exhausting her magic power.

She grabbed her staff and charged forward, swinging it at Lin Mo's shoulder like she was playing whack-a-mole.

The gem on the staff shattered, and the handle broke, so she continued to strike with the broken stick.

The archers nearby fared even worse.

The arrows were all shot out long ago; there wasn't even a feather left in the quiver.

He flipped the bow over and used it as a stick, hitting Lin Mo's back repeatedly.

After striking the bow more than thirty times, the bowstring snapped and struck his face, leaving a bloody mark.

The number of "-0"s above Lin Mo's head had become so numerous that the system started automatically folding them up.

[Parry Talent Experience +40000]

[Parry Talent Experience +40000]

[Parry Talent Experience +40000]

On his retina, the numbers were still jumping at a rapid pace.

Level 10201.

Level 10344.

Level 10578.

The level of the Parry talent is like a runaway train, rising at a visible speed.

Three meters in front of him, a shield guard had already dropped his tower shield and was punching Lin Mo's shin with his fist.

With each strike, another crack appeared in his finger bone.

But he dared not stop.

Five minutes earlier, one of the assassins had secretly stopped to catch his breath.

Lin Mo didn't even turn his head; he thrust his platinum longsword backward cleanly and swiftly.

The body is still hanging on the rock pillar behind him.

So no one dared to stop.

The illusory image of Lin Yao above her head now has a crooked mouth, drooling.

She couldn't believe things had gotten to this point.

"Level 10872."

Lin Mo softly read out a number.

108720 points of fixed damage reduction.

What does this number mean?

Lin Mo remembered that when the Night Owl Squad's first-stage peak assassin was at the peak, his desperate strike dealt more than 5 damage.

10 million.

Even without the swarm of poisonous bees, he can withstand all the damage and wipe out that group of peak first-stage cultivators!

Lin Mo hadn't turned around yet.

But his strength... is almost at the second job advancement level!

Just as he was about to sheathe his sword, the rocky ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently.

"Click—"

Cracks began to appear in the Thousand Rock Cage that surrounded everyone.

The massive rock pillar began to collapse from the top, with rubble falling like raindrops.

The formation master's time limit has expired.

At the same time, the system's light curtain in mid-air flickered again.

[Countdown to the final collapse of the space: 10 minutes.]

The safe zone will disappear completely in 10 minutes.

All survivors will be exposed to collapsing energy, suffering massive and continuous damage. The survivor with the highest score at the end wins!

[Current Points Leaderboard]

[1st Place: Lin Mo - 12,760 points]

[2nd Place: Li Lanying - 2,210 points]

[3rd Place: Jiang Chubei - 1,890 points]

After killing many people, Lin Mo's score has reached the top.

The walls of the cage collapsed with a deafening roar, and rock fragments crashed onto the wasteland, raising clouds of dust.

More than 300 people were finally freed from the confined space.

"Run!"

Some people were overjoyed!

They finally escaped the cage that held the monster! They finally had a chance to survive!

But the person fell silent immediately after shouting.

Because Lin Mo made a move.

The silvery-white afterimage disappeared from the spot.

"puff!"

A soldier fleeing eastward was pierced through the back of the heart by a platinum longsword. His body slid forward two meters while still in a running posture before collapsing.

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 1340 points.]

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two mages cast protective spells back to back, and Lin Mo swept his sword across, using the Tri-Spirit Symbiosis Triple Judgment to cut through the shield, armor, and body in turn.

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 980 points.]

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 1120 points.]

More than 300 people instantly erupted.

"Lin Mo has started a killing spree! Run!!!"

Cries, screams, and the sounds of things breaking apart from the reel rose and fell.

Those with scrolls frantically crushed their life-saving items to escape the dungeon, while those without scrolls scattered like headless flies.

Lin Mo did not chase after those who escaped on the scroll.

There's nothing he can do; he only has one sword, and he can't kill them all.

He only killed the slowest runner.

One sword, one kill; swift and decisive.

Since it's no longer useful, let it become my points.

The blood on the platinum longsword had congealed layer upon layer, turning the blade a dark red.

Seventeen.

After killing seventeen people who didn't have time to escape, the eighteenth sword strike came down—

"clang!!"

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

A withered hand appeared out of thin air, its two fingers gripping the blade of the platinum longsword.

Lin Mo's brows twitched slightly.

A gray-robed, masked man stood before them.

He was not tall, slightly hunched over, and his whole body was shrouded in an old gray cloak.

His face was covered by an iron mask, revealing only a pair of cloudy eyes.

It was the person who had been sitting on the highest rock pillar and whose body was emanating a fluctuation of law that Li Yueyue had noticed.

From the moment the cage was created until now, this person has never moved.

He did not participate in the siege, did not flee, and did not even stand up.

He just sat there and watched the whole thing.

Until this moment.

"Young man, you're too bloodthirsty."

The gray-robed man's voice was old and flat, like a pot of tea that had gone cold.

He still held the blade firmly between his two fingers, and Lin Mo pulled hard, producing a long spark.

Such high defense!

Lin Mo sheathed his longsword and took a step back.

"Who are you?"

The man in the gray robe calmly withdrew his finger.

"I am a dragon servant of the Dragon Palace."

He bowed slightly, his tone as if introducing himself.

"The personal guards who serve His Highness the Dragon King."

Dragon Palace?

What the heck?

Lin Mo had never seen this name in any materials.

They are not a powerful family, not a conglomerate, and not an alliance.

"The three-year period has come to an end, has the Dragon King returned?" Lin Mo murmured.

A ripple suddenly appeared in the gray-robed man's usually calm eyes.

"How did you know His Highness the Dragon King was coming back?"

The gray-robed man's cloudy eyes were fixed on Lin Mo.

"His Highness the Dragon King has asked me to deliver a message to you."

"A king's partner deserves respect."

"If you spare the rest of the people, His Highness will remember this as a favor."

Lin Mo looked at him.

The little angel above Lin Mo's head widened her eyes and called out in Lin Mo's mind.

"Lin Mo, be careful! Teacher Qin Lan said there are no normal people in the Dragon Palace!"

"I guessed."

Lin Mo shrugged.

"As for favors?"

Lin Mo smiled meaningfully.

Does your Dragon King have a crooked mouth?

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed man was stunned for a moment, then immediately recalled how the Dragon King always appeared.

"No, how could the Dragon King possibly have a crooked mouth?"

"Your mouth won't be crooked? That puts my mind at ease."

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, raised the tip of his sword, and pointed it directly at the gray-robed man's mask.

He said with a disdainful look:

"He can't even make a crooked mouth gesture; I doubt he's that capable!"

"He has absolutely no standing with me!"

The sword flashed.

The platinum longsword, imbued with immense power, slashed straight at the gray-robed man's face.

Three spirits coexist, one sword strike delivers three strikes!