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

A triple strike with one sword.

The three sword lights tore through the air in front of the gray-robed man almost simultaneously.

However, the sword only cut through the air.

The gray-robed man's figure vanished into thin air like a crumpled piece of paper, and reappeared three meters behind and to the left of Lin Mo.

There are no casting animations for any movement skills, no mana fluctuations, and no spatial rifts.

It was as if he had always been standing there.

"Um?"

Lin Mo turned and slashed horizontally.

The platinum longsword, carrying a terrifying shockwave of immense power, slashed down, and the gray-robed man vanished once more.

It appeared two meters to the right.

Lin Mo burst forth, shattering the ground, and unleashed seven lightning-fast sword strikes.

Seven sword marks carved seven deep trenches, each several meters deep, into the wasteland.

The gray-robed man's figure moved like a ghost amidst the sword light, disappearing and reappearing without any interval.

It wasn't that he was fast; it was that space itself made way for him.

"Young man, as I've said, you have too much bloodlust."

The gray-robed man appeared on the pile of rubble ten meters away, his hands behind his back, his tone still indifferent.

But the gravel beneath his feet was trembling slightly.

Spatial laws.

The fluctuations in the laws that Li Yueyue sensed earlier were from this.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword and stared expressionlessly at the gray-robed man.

It missed.

Even with his current speed of over ten thousand, combined with the three spirits coexisting in the sword's three judgments, he still couldn't even touch the hem of this old thing's clothes.

The ability to teleport infinitely at close range is a million times more disgusting than any substitute talisman or teleportation scroll.

"Lin Mo, watch out! He seems to be able to teleport infinitely!"

"The little angel above my head, Lin Yao, said anxiously."

"I can tell."

Lin Mo did not pursue the matter further.

Because he discovered something more important.

During the twenty-odd seconds that he fought the gray-robed man, a dozen or so beams of light flashed in succession around the ruins of the rock cage as the scrolls shattered.

Those prodigies are running.

While he was being held back by the gray-robed man, those who still had unbound scrolls were frantically fleeing the instance.

"..."

Lin Mo glanced at the gray-robed man.

I glanced again at the disappearing points of light.

The choice is simple.

If we can't hit it, we won't shoot for now.

Those who can hit their targets will not escape.

With his silvery-white wings suddenly unfurled, Lin Mo abandoned the gray-robed man and shot towards the nearest group of fugitives like a silver meteor.

"you--!"

The gray-robed man was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that this young man would completely ignore him.

We weren't forced to retreat, nor did we run away because we couldn't win.

They simply can't be bothered to waste time with you.

He turned around and went to kill someone else.

"presumptuous!"

The gray-robed man waved his right hand, and a gray energy wave spread out like ripples on water, directly covering Lin Mo's back.

[Blocking is effective; damage taken -0]

[Talent Experience +40000]

The gray-robed man's attack hit.

The damage is zero.

His second strike followed immediately, a gray light blade imbued with spatial rifts slicing into the back of Lin Mo's neck.

-0.

The third blow. A gray palm slammed directly onto the back of Lin Mo's head.

-0.

The murky eyes behind the gray-robed man's iron mask finally showed genuine wavering.

"This is impossible..."

His attacks are imbued with the power of spatial laws, capable of cutting through any physical defense.

zero?

Without turning his head, Lin Mo left a sentence, and the platinum longsword had already pierced through an assassin who didn't have time to crush the scroll.

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 1560 points.]

The gray-robed man stood still, his lips trembling slightly beneath his mask.

Facing a 0-turn professional, he felt so powerless for the first time.

He couldn't hit Lin Mo's sword.

He hit Lin Mo's man.

But he couldn't break through.

What kind of logic is that?

"return!!"

Enraged, the gray-robed man attacked, unleashing a torrent of gray energy upon Lin Mo.

-0, -0, -0, -0.

Countless zeros floated down above Lin Mo's head.

Lin Mo didn't even look back. With a flap of his six wings, he caught up with the two more mages.

A single sword sweeps across.

Two heads flew up.

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

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 890 points.]

The gray-robed man chased after them, fighting desperately.

Lin Mo flew ahead, killing desperately.

One couldn't be hit, and the other couldn't be caught.

The scene was extremely absurd at one point.

Lin Yao, the little angel above, was completely stunned by what she saw.

Lin Mo specifically chose to kill some familiar faces.

Why are we familiar with each other?

Of course, it's because they jumped around the most enthusiastically and spoke the loudest in front of Lin Mo!

The bald, burly man from the Nine Netherworld Temple died the quickest in front of Lin Mo.

A sword pierced his chest, and he didn't even have time to scream.

[Defeat the job-changer and inherit 2870 points.]

The guy who previously raised the "great cause of humanity" in the cage had half his body sliced ​​off by Lin Mo's sword.

"What about the greater good?"

Lin Mo asked casually.

No one answered.

five minutes.

Lin Mo killed nearly fifty people.

The rest either escaped on a roll or hid deep in the wilderness.

The once vast safe zone was now littered with corpses and shattered equipment.

Lin Mo landed back on the ground, and the six wings on his back slowly retracted.

The man in the gray robe stood thirty meters away, his chest heaving violently.

It's not because I'm tired.

It's because of anger.

He had never seen such an outrageous young man.

They completely ignored him.

This is an absolute insult to him!

"You don't want the Dragon King's favor anymore?"

The gray-robed man's voice had lost its previous composure and was now filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Your Dragon King's face is not an option..."

Lin Mo shook his finger, his expression indifferent.

You were showing off earlier, now it's my turn, Lin Mo's turn.

The gray-robed man remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he slowly raised his hands.

His withered fingers traced gray runes in the air.

The ground began to shake.

From the depths of the wasteland, deep, rhythmic footsteps echoed.

One body.

Ten objects.

One hundred.

More than 400 humanoid puppets emerged from the ground.

They wore all sorts of armor and robes, and held a variety of weapons.

Some had distorted faces, some had empty eyes, and some had dried bloodstains hanging from the corners of their mouths.

"Lin Mo...they...they..."

Lin Yao looked terrified.

"They are the other contestants besides us!"

"I recognize some of them; they said they wanted to participate in this year's Hell-level class change dungeon!"

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

There are approximately 400 of these puppets.

Aside from those who died from friction between job changers, there were also those who left early.

I'm afraid that's exactly the number left.

"The Dragon Palace is indeed no benevolent entity."

"You made me let those people escape so you could use them as puppets, right?"

Lin Mo's voice was very flat.

The man in the gray robe did not answer.

More than four hundred puppets began to slowly close in, surrounding Lin Mo in the center.

"Lin Mo!!"

The phantom of the little angel above suddenly opened its eyes wide, and its voice became unusually broken and heartbroken.

"That...that one in the blue school uniform! They're from the preparatory class at Tianfu University!"

"And Zhou Xiao! She's my roommate!!"

"How...how could she have become like this..."

Lin Yao's voice trembled violently.

The smile on Lin Mo's face slowly disappeared.

"Old man."

Lin Mo raised his head and stared at the pair of cloudy eyes behind the gray-robed man's mask.

"Your Dragon Prince's reach is quite extensive."

The man in the gray robe tilted his head and said mockingly.

"You're only starting to get scared now?"

"Fear?"

Lin Mo's lips curled up again, but this time there was no smile in them.

"I was just thinking."

"Can we kill them all in 10 minutes?"