48: Chapter 47 He can't even make a crooked mouth, I bet he's not that capable!
Twenty minutes.
For the three hundred or so people on the rock walls, these twenty minutes felt longer than the combined years of their lives.
Many mages were running low on mana.
Some priests harbored a sliver of hope; since Lin Mo could take damage so easily, could it be that he couldn't "take" healing?
So, the priests spammed healing skills on Lin Mo, hoping it would one-shot him.
It was useless.
They threw offensive prayers at Lin Mo, but that was useless too.
Eventually, their mana ran out, and they were finished off by a single sword strike from Lin Mo.
To survive, everyone was desperate.
An ice mage wearing a dark gold dress had a drastic change in expression after her mana was depleted.
She grabbed her staff and charged forward, swinging it at Lin Mo's shoulder like playing whack-a-mole.
The gem on the staff shattered, the rod broke, yet she continued to bash him with the half-stick.
The archer beside her was in an even worse state.
His arrows had long since been shot, and there wasn't even a feather left in his quiver.
He turned his bow around to use as a club, striking Lin Mo's back blow after blow.
After striking more than thirty times, the bowstring snapped, snapping back onto his own face and leaving a bloody welt.
The dense "-0"s above Lin Mo's head became so numerous that the system began to automatically collapse the display.
[ Blocking Talent EXP + 40000 ]
[ Blocking Talent EXP + 40000 ]
[ Blocking Talent EXP + 40000 ]
On his retina, the speed at which the numbers jumped had not slowed down at all.
Level 10201.
Level 10344.
Level 10578.
The level of his Blocking Talent was like a runaway train, soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Three meters in front of him, a Shield Guard had already thrown away his tower shield and was punching Lin Mo's calf.
With every punch, another crack appeared in his finger bones.
But he didn't dare stop.
Because five minutes ago, an assassin had secretly stopped to catch his breath.
Lin Mo hadn't even turned his head; he simply stabbed backward with his platinum longsword, clean and efficient.
That corpse was still hanging on the rock pillar behind him.
So, no one dared to stop.
The phantom of the little angel Lin Yao above his head now had a crooked mouth and squinting eyes, with drool running down the corner of her mouth.
She completely couldn't imagine how things had reached this point.
"Level 10872."
Lin Mo softly recited the number.
108720 points of fixed damage reduction.
What did this number mean?
Lin Mo remembered that the damage from a desperate strike by a peak First Class Advancement assassin from the Night Owl Squad was over 50,000.
100,000.
Now, even without the Poison Needle Swarm, he could tank all their damage and slaughter that group of peak First Class Advancement experts!
Lin Mo hadn't reached First Class Advancement yet.
But his strength... was approaching Second Class Advancement!
Just as he thought about sheathing his sword, a violent tremor suddenly came from the rocky ground beneath his feet.
"Crack —"
The Thousand Rock Cage surrounding everyone began to crack.
Huge rock pillars began to collapse from the top, and gravel fell like raindrops.
The time maintained by the formation master had run out.
Meanwhile, the system light screen in mid-air flickered again.
[ Final spatial collapse countdown: 10 minutes. ]
[ After 10 minutes, the safe zone will disappear completely. ]
[ All survivors will be exposed to the collapse energy, suffer massive continuous damage, and the one who survives with the most points will win! ]
[ Current point leaderboard — ]
[ 1st place: Lin Mo — 12,760 points ]
[ 2nd place: Li Lanying — 2,210 points ]
[ 3rd place: Jiang Chubei — 1,890 points ]
After killing quite a few people, Lin Mo's points had reached the top.
The four walls of the cage collapsed with a roar, and stone fragments slammed into the wasteland, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
The three hundred or so people were finally freed from the enclosed space.
"Run, quickly!"
Someone was overjoyed!
They had finally left this cage that held a monster! They finally had a chance to survive!
But that person went silent right after shouting.
Because Lin Mo moved.
A silvery-white afterimage vanished from its spot.
"Puff!"
A warrior fleeing to the east was pierced through the heart by the platinum longsword, his body sliding forward for two meters in a running posture before falling.
[ Killed a class-advancer, inherited 1340 points. ]
"Puff! Puff!"
Two mages released protective spells back-to-back. Lin Mo swept his sword, triggering the Three Spirits Symbiosis triple judgment, cutting through the shield, armor, and body in sequence.
[ Killed a class-advancer, inherited 980 points. ]
[ Killed a class-advancer, inherited 1120 points. ]
The three hundred or so people instantly scattered.
"Lin Mo has started a massacre! Run, run, run!"
Cries, screams, and the sound of escape scrolls shattering rose one after another.
Those with scrolls desperately crushed their life-saving items to escape the dungeon, while those without scrolls scattered like headless flies.
Lin Mo did not chase those who escaped using scrolls.
No choice, he only had one sword; he couldn't kill them all.
He only killed the slowest ones.
One sword, one kill, clean and efficient.
Since you're useless now, then become my points.
The blood on the platinum longsword had congealed layer after layer, turning the blade a dark red.
Seventeen.
After killing seventeen people who didn't manage to escape, at the moment the eighteenth sword strike fell —
"Clang!!"
Metal clashed against metal, and sparks flew everywhere.
A withered palm appeared out of thin air, and two fingers clamped onto the blade of the platinum longsword.
Lin Mo's brows twitched slightly.
Standing before him was a masked Grey-robed Man.
He was not tall, slightly hunched, and his entire body was shrouded in a grey, old cloak.
His face was covered by an iron mask, revealing only a pair of turbid eyes.
It was exactly the person who had been sitting on the highest rock pillar all this time, the one Li Yueyue had sensed emitting law fluctuations.
From the moment the cage formed until now, this person had never moved.
He didn't participate in the siege, didn't run away, and hadn't even stood up.
He had just sat there and watched the whole thing.
Until this moment.
"Young man, your desire to kill is too heavy."
The Grey-robed Man's voice was old and flat, like a pot of tea that had gone cold.
His two fingers were still firmly clamping the blade. Lin Mo pulled hard, and it actually sparked a long trail of fire.
Such high defense!
Lin Mo retracted his longsword and stepped back.
"Who are you?"
The Grey-robed Man retracted his fingers with a nonchalant air.
"This old man is a Dragon Attendant of the Dragon Temple."
He bowed slightly, his tone like he was introducing himself,
"A personal soldier serving His Highness the Dragon King."
Dragon Temple?
What the heck is that?
Lin Mo had never seen this name in any document.
It wasn't a noble family, not The Consortium, and not an alliance.
"The three-year period has arrived, the Dragon King returns?" Lin Mo murmured.
The Grey-robed Man's calm, stagnant eyes suddenly rippled.
"How do you know His Highness the Dragon King is returning?"
The Grey-robed Man's turbid eyes stared fixedly at Lin Mo,
"His Highness the Dragon King asked me to bring you a message."
"The companion of a king is worth giving face to."
"If you let the remaining people go, His Highness will owe you a favor."
Lin Mo looked at him.
The little angel Lin Yao above his head widened her eyes and shouted in Lin Mo's mind.
"Lin Mo, you must be careful. Teacher Qin Lan said that there are no normal people in the Dragon Temple!"
"I guessed as much."
Lin Mo shrugged.
"As for the favor?"
Lin Mo smiled meaningfully.
"Does your Dragon King know how to crook his mouth?"
Upon hearing this, the Grey-robed Man was stunned, then immediately recalled the way the Dragon King appeared every time.
"No, how could Lord Dragon King crook his mouth?"
"He can't crook his mouth? Then I can rest easy."
Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, raised the tip of his sword, and pointed it directly at the Grey-robed Man's mask.
With a look of disdain, he said:
"If he can't even crook his mouth, I reckon he doesn't have much ability!"
"As far as I'm concerned, his face is worth nothing!"
The sword light flared.
The platinum longsword, carrying ten thousand points of power, struck directly at the Grey-robed Man's face.
Three Spirits Symbiosis, Triple Sword Strike!