Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 204, Chapter 203: Twenty Points and Zero
In the dim twilight, scattered light sources on the slope illuminated three makeshift arenas at the foot of the mountain.

A dark red ribbon of water swayed in the air like jellyfish tentacles, one end connected to a thin metal tube at the mage's lower back. The light of stars and lamps refracted on the slender mercury ribbon, turning into fine, overlapping ripples.

Lin Bo awaits his next opponent to take the stage.

The players on the hillside hesitated to move forward.

"I get the feeling that he's standing there like a monstrous leader," the Black Dragon said in a muffled voice, and his companions around him shared the same sentiment.

“Like a miniature version of a giant’s corpse. You know what I mean?” A necromancer touched his cheek, referring to the skull mask on the champion’s face.

"Those bastards are really tight-lipped, they didn't let a word out." Everyone looked towards the direction of the elite camp and saw their smug expressions, which made them grit their teeth in hatred.

"No matter what, we still have to go up and fight him. Losing isn't shameful; we can just take it as experience. Let's pool our wisdom and think of ways to win. We can't let him take down so many of us all by himself."

Returning from the arena, [Cold Rain] wore a sorrowful expression. Her eyes were lifeless as she muttered to herself, reminiscing about the undead army she had painstakingly created and the equipment they wore. This duel had caused her personal assets to plummet.

Her deeply resentful appearance evoked sympathy from the players in the Necromancer faction.

Players from both factions were completely focused on the Elf faction, neglecting their own arena challenges. Everyone knew that without defeating this formidable opponent, victory was impossible.

Lin Bo's teammates took the opportunity to challenge other champions, making sure that the scores of both sides were reset to zero.

The second opponent standing before the Night's Watch was a paladin.

Unlike their old friend [Barrier], the paladins before them have sworn an oath of revenge, advocating the swift slaying of evil, and thus placing relatively looser restrictions on their personal moral conduct.

The paladin, clad in heavy armor, strode forward. Over two meters tall, he gripped a single-handed weapon that could be described as a giant sword in one hand and held a holy emblem in the other. He stopped ten meters away from Lin Bo, standing solemnly like an ancient statue.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The paladin raised his hand and tapped his breastplate lightly, producing a bell-like sound, before bowing deeply in greeting.

Lin Bo patted his chest and bowed in return.

After the two exchanged greetings, the paladin immediately drew a spear from his belt and hurled it at the mage.

The spear, imbued with surging holy power, streaked through the air like a golden meteor, its trajectory incredibly agile, aiming straight for Lin Bo's throat. Clearly, this throwing technique had been honed to a high level.

The mercury ribbon, swaying in the air, twisted like a living snake, slicing the spear into pieces that flew away.

The next second, the paladin's spell was ready to be unleashed. He chanted the incantation, his gaze locked onto his opponent, and shouted, "Freeze!"

Lin Bo felt a chill rushing in from all directions, penetrating his skin and running through his nervous system, instantly causing his muscles to stiffen and go numb.

This is a humanoid immobilization technique.

The paladin then used a stealth step to teleport in front of Lin Bo and swung his sword at his neck.

The slash, delivered at point-blank range, was as swift as lightning.

This is the key to victory for melee classes against spellcasters.

At this moment, more than one person is holding their breath.

The paladin stared at the three-eyed skull before him, unable to discern any emotion from the mask. His strike was nearing its end; a single blow to the neck would seal victory.

Just then, a raised finger blocked the path of the sword. The finger, encased in star steel, gently deflected the powerful greatsword, and a resounding clang echoed as they clashed.

The broad blade was stopped by a finger, unable to advance an inch, and the recoil made the paladin's arm tremble. The opponent, however, stood perfectly still, without even bending a finger.

"How could this be!" the paladin blurted out in his native tongue, utterly unable to believe that a frail mage could block his attack with a mere finger. Even a rock blocking the way would have been cleaved in two, yet the opponent remained unmoved.

He had no chance to strike again. The Mystic Mercury behind him attacked, its slender ribbons wrapping around his battle armor. With a twist like a python, it sliced ​​and shattered the thick, sturdy ceramic material, clinging tightly to the inner armor.

The paladin's armor crumbled into pieces and fell away with a crackling sound, leaving only his visor helmet to conceal his sorrowful expression.

"I lost."

"A good tactical approach." Lin Bo released the Ruyi Seal from his hand.

With the enhancement of his ultimate control technique, he can make his body strong and tenacious. In this state, he is confident that he can break the sound barrier and fly. Supersonic shock waves can hardly damage his body, and intense acceleration cannot put much burden on his internal organs.

The rewards and enhancements brought by this most difficult-to-grasp incantation technique are immeasurable.

The second challenger has been eliminated.

"Terrible." The necromancer players shook their heads. "What just happened? Didn't you already have your sword to his neck? Why didn't he give up?" the paladin's companion asked hurriedly.

“He blocked my sword… with just one finger. Don’t engage him in close combat. I suspect his melee skills are very strong. Immobilization spells won’t work on him either; his spell resistance is very high, and he was immune to paralysis effects in an instant.”

"Are you suggesting we fight him in a ranged attack? This guy's ranged attacks are as ridiculous as guns and cannons!"

“No, we’ll test his patience. We just won’t give him time to recover.” After saying this, one of the sorcerers took the lead and walked down the hillside, striding towards the arena of the spirit faction.

"Good, well done." The teammates behind him perked up and sent him off with the eyes of someone looking at a martyr.

Lin Bo observed the battles on the other two arenas. His teammates were engaged in fierce fighting with the arena champions. After several rounds of combat, blood had been drawn, but neither had yet come to admit defeat.

The third challenger arrived.

"Brother, could you please go easy on me later?" The sorcerer asked hesitantly, waving his hands gracefully and bending over in a courtly manner.

"Okay," Lin Bo replied.

The sorcerer suddenly raised his hand and pointed, and a small, orange-red fireball, the size of a bean, shot out from his fingertip. The fireball spell, cast silently, was extremely fast and its power was astonishing, like an explosive.

Lin Bo stared at the fireball flying towards him, his magical energy transforming into fire element. The moment the fireball exploded, the fire element turned into ordinary flames, and a burst of high temperature and pressure rapidly expanded within a foot in front of him, his retina being filled with intense light.

"(True Word) Flame".

When everyone saw the fireball explode into a huge ball of light, engulfing the mage in the trench coat and black armor, they couldn't help but have a simple thought: He's in big trouble now.

The renowned Fireball spell, with its simple and straightforward destructive power, has shaken the multiverse.

As the intense light faded, the raging flames that had exploded on the arena spun like a whirlwind, rapidly collapsing, like a brilliant curtain flowing onto an open palm, condensing into a tiny flame, which was then crushed and extinguished by the clenched hand.

The sorcerer showed no sign of a smile as he watched his opponent emerge from the flames, his clothes untouched by fire, and extinguish his prized Rising Fireball spell with his bare hands.

"What kind of operation is this? I don't understand it at all!" The spellcasters watching from the hillside were bewildered.

Lin Bo and many of his teammates had fought side by side and had long witnessed the fireball technique, knowing that it could be controlled by the True Name the moment it transformed into ordinary flames.

If he knew the true name of the fire element, he would have controlled the fireball when it was created, and it would have had no chance to explode.

The sorcerer's second spell was ready. He threw out a pickled tentacle preserved in a glass bottle. As it landed, the tentacle suddenly expanded, as if it had been molded into a strange creature from a lump of soft clay. It had a translucent spiritual shell, smooth purple skin, two small black eyes embedded in its face, and four octopus tentacles drooping down to its abdomen below its cheekbones.

It was a Mind Flayer in its spirit form.

"Hear my command!" the sorcerer roared, "Defeat that man!"

Lin Bo smiled and let his opponent do as he pleased, taking the opportunity to observe the skills of other players on the cross-network. At this moment, he gazed at the Mind Flayer's spirit, which was surrounded by an ominous whispering aura. Its octopus-like tentacles trembled and wriggled slightly as its body floated towards the mage.

The Mind Flayer raised his hand and conjured an invisible psionic whip from thin air, then swung it forward, striking Lin Bo.

Mental energy flows through the nervous system to the brain, where it is then refracted, weakened, and disappears amidst layers of barriers.

Lin Bo heard the forbidden whispers of the psychic whip, a demonic language even more malevolent than necromancy, capable of invoking evil power. The mind flayer's psychic magic was just that cruel, capable of damaging the victim's mental abilities.

The sorcerer began to chant a necromancy phrase, “(The incantation) I curse you to be tormented.”

The Mind-Stealing Demon emitted a silent shriek, its facial tentacles convulsing violently.

The sorcerer tried to unleash a magical burst, but the floating mercury suddenly scattered into raindrops, humming and tearing through the sound barrier, shattering the Mind Flayer's spirit and annihilating it. The next instant, a dark rain of blood poured down on him. The sorcerer couldn't react at all, only feeling a gust of wind whistling past on both sides.

He trembled as he touched his body, making sure there weren't hundreds more holes in it. "I give up!"

Lin Bo raised his hand to see him off.

Next, one by one, players from the cross-server network stepped onto his arena, showcasing their fighting styles before being defeated one by one. Everyone hoped to see the mage show signs of fatigue, but the result was disappointing. From beginning to end, the champion of the Elf faction remained unscathed, simply standing there calmly, without moving an inch.

The other two arenas were captured by players from the Elite faction, preventing them from accumulating any points.

The final result was that Lin Bo scored 20 points, while the other two scored zero points.

"We surrender." On the hillside, the elite players celebrated and sang loudly, while the other twenty bowed their heads to the mage.

Just then, the blood moon rose. It was time to begin tonight's combat mission.

(End of this chapter)