49: Chapter 48 The Secret of the Dragon Palace

A triple-strike combo.

The three sword beams tore through the air in front of the Grey-robed Man almost simultaneously.

However, the sword blades cut through nothing but air.

The Grey-robed Man's figure crumpled like a ball of paper, vanishing into thin air, only to reappear three meters behind and to the left of Lin Mo the next instant.

There was no casting animation for any displacement skill, no magical fluctuation, no spatial rift.

It was as if he had been standing there all along.

"Hmm?"

Lin Mo turned and executed a horizontal slash.

The platinum longsword descended with a terrifying shockwave of ten thousand points of strength, but the Grey-robed Man vanished again.

He reappeared two meters to the right.

Lin Mo shattered the ground and lunged forward, his sword light striking seven times like lightning.

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

The Grey-robed Man's figure moved like a ghost amidst the sword light, with no interval between each disappearance and reappearance.

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

"Young man, this old man already said, your killing intent is too heavy."

The Grey-robed Man appeared on a pile of rubble ten meters away, hands behind his back, his tone remaining indifferent.

However, the rubble beneath his feet was trembling slightly.

Spatial Law.

This was the law fluctuation Li Yueyue had sensed earlier.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, looking at the Grey-robed Man with an expressionless face.

He couldn't hit him.

With his current speed of over ten thousand, combined with the Three Spirits Symbiosis's Triple Judgment Slash, he still couldn't even touch a corner of this old thing's clothes.

Infinite close-range flashing—this thing was ten thousand times more disgusting than any Death Substitution Talisman or Teleportation Scroll.

"Lin Mo, be careful! It seems he can teleport infinitely!"

the little angel Lin Yao exclaimed anxiously from above.

"I can see that."

Lin Mo didn't pursue any further.

Because he had discovered something more important.

In the twenty-some seconds he had been fighting the Grey-robed Man, lights from over a dozen shattered scrolls had flashed in succession around the perimeter of the rock cage ruins.

Those geniuses were running.

Taking advantage of him being pinned down by the Grey-robed Man, those who still had extraction scrolls were frantically fleeing the dungeon.

"..."

Lin Mo glanced at the Grey-robed Man.

Then he looked at the disappearing points of light.

The choice was simple.

Don't fight what you can't hit for now.

As for those he could hit, none of them were getting away.

His silver-white wings snapped open.

Lin Mo directly abandoned the Grey-robed Man, shooting toward the nearest group of fugitives like a silver meteor.

"You—!"

The Grey-robed Man paused for half a beat.

He never expected this young man to ignore him completely.

He wasn't being forced back, nor was he running because he couldn't win.

He simply couldn't be bothered to waste time with him.

He turned to kill others instead.

"How audacious!"

The Grey-robed Man waved his right hand, and a grey energy wave spread out like ripples, directly covering Lin Mo's back.

[Block activated, damage received - 0]

[Talent EXP + 40000]

The Grey-robed Man's attack had landed.

The damage was zero.

His second strike followed immediately, a grey blade of light condensed with spatial rifts cutting into the back of Lin Mo's neck.

- 0.

The third strike.

A grey palm slapped directly onto the back of Lin Mo's head.

- 0.

The murky eyes behind the Grey-robed Man's iron mask finally showed real wavering.

"This is impossible..."

His attacks carried the power of the Spatial Law and could cut through any physical defense.

Zero?

Lin Mo didn't even look back as he tossed out a sentence, his platinum longsword already piercing through an assassin who hadn't managed to crush their scroll in time.

[Killed Class Changer, inherited 1560 points.]

The Grey-robed Man stood in place, his lips trembling beneath the mask.

For the first time, he felt so powerless facing a Rank 0 Class Changer.

He couldn't hit Lin Mo's sword.

He could hit Lin Mo's body.

But he couldn't deal damage.

What kind of logic was this?

"Come back!!"

The Grey-robed Man unleashed his fury, with grey energy pouring onto Lin Mo like a rainstorm.

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

Dense strings of zeros floated above Lin Mo's head.

Lin Mo didn't even look back, flapping his six wings to catch up with two more mages.

A horizontal sweep of his sword.

Two heads flew into the air.

[Killed Class Changer, inherited 1120 points.]

[Killed Class Changer, inherited 890 points.]

The Grey-robed Man chased from behind, striking desperately.

Lin Mo flew in front, killing desperately.

One couldn't deal damage, the other couldn't catch up.

The scene was, for a moment, extremely absurd.

The little angel Lin Yao above was watching this scene, her brain completely shut down.

Lin Mo specifically chose to kill some familiar faces.

Why familiar?

Naturally, because they had been the most exuberant and loudest in front of Lin Mo!

The bald, burly man from the Nine Nether Temple died the most decisively in front of Lin Mo.

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

[Killed Class Changer, inherited 2870 points.]

The guy who had brought up "Humanity's Greater Good" in the cage earlier had half his body sliced off by Lin Mo's sword.

"What about the greater good?"

Lin Mo asked indifferently.

No one answered.

Five minutes.

Lin Mo had killed nearly fifty people.

The rest had either run away using scrolls or hidden deep within the wasteland.

In the vast safe zone, only corpses and shattered equipment remained scattered on the ground.

Lin Mo landed back on the ground, his six wings slowly retracting behind him.

The Grey-robed Man stood thirty meters away, his chest heaving violently.

Not because he was tired.

Because he was angry.

He had never seen such an outrageous young man.

To simply ignore him completely.

It was simply a huge insult to him!

"Do you not want the Dragon King's favor?"

The Grey-robed Man's voice no longer held its previous indifference, carrying irrepressible anger.

"Your Dragon King's face, it's not enough..."

Lin Mo waved his finger, his face indifferent.

You acted cool earlier, now it's my, Lin Mo's, turn to act cool.

The Grey-robed Man was silent for three seconds.

Then, he slowly raised his hands.

His withered fingers traced one grey rune after another in the air.

The ground began to vibrate.

From deep beneath the wasteland in all directions, came dull, dense footsteps.

One.

Ten.

One hundred.

Over four hundred humanoid puppets burst forth from the ground.

They were wearing all kinds of battle armor and mage robes, holding a variety of weapons in their hands.

Some had twisted expressions, some had hollow eyes, and some still had dried blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

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

Lin Yao looked horrified.

"They are the other participants besides us!"

"I recognize some of them; they said they were going to participate in this year's Hell-level Class Change dungeon!"

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

There were about 400-plus of these puppets.

Excluding those who died from friction between Class Changers and those who left early, it was likely that the remainder was exactly this number.

"The Dragon Temple really isn't a benevolent entity."

"Letting me let those people go was just so you could use them as puppets, right?"

Lin Mo's voice was very flat.

The Grey-robed Man did not answer.

The four hundred-plus puppets began to close in, surrounding Lin Mo in the center.

"Lin Mo!!"

The little angel phantom above suddenly widened her eyes, her voice suddenly exceptionally broken and sad.

"That... that one wearing the blue school uniform! That's someone from the Tianfu University preparatory class!"

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

Lin Yao's voice was trembling violently.

The smile on Lin Mo's face slowly disappeared.

"Old thing."

Lin Mo looked up, staring into the murky eyes behind the Grey-robed Man's mask.

"Your Dragon Temple's reach is quite long."

The Grey-robed Man tilted his head, mocking.

"Are you only just starting to be afraid now?"

"Afraid?"

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth curled up again, but this time there was no smile.

"I'm just wondering."

"If I can kill them all in 10 minutes."