My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Chapter 180 won't waste too much of your time.

In the center of the arena, Fan Yong grinned as he watched Lin Mo approach.

That smile was full of confidence.

"My name is Fan Yong, but you can also call me by another name, Yongjiro."

He spoke, his voice booming, as if it were vibrating directly from his chest.

Lin Mo didn't look at him and continued walking forward.

Fan Yong wasn't annoyed.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and continued speaking to himself:

"After I was summoned to this world, I first observed the development paths of other people and found that they learned all sorts of skills, but ended up being mediocre at everything. I am different."

He took a deep breath.

"I've mastered a skill to its fullest potential; that's the right path!"

As soon as the words fell—

Fan Yong's body began to change.

"Level 10 skill! Strength boost!"

His muscles suddenly swelled up, and his arms became a whole size thicker.

"Level 20!"

Another lap.

Level 30!

Fan Yong's back began to bulge.

He grew even taller, approaching 2.5 meters, and standing there, he looked like a ferocious humanoid beast.

In the stands, the patriarch of the Sil family had eyes full of excitement.

"Your Highness!"

He quickly moved closer to Li Yishao, his voice filled with excited anticipation.

"Did you see that? This is his skill—each time he uses Power Amplification, it increases his strength attribute by 30%!"

Li Yishao's gaze fell on the increasingly terrifying body, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"30%? So now he..."

"It's already been stacked four times!"

Chief Sir counted on his fingers.

"His strength attribute has doubled!"

He paused, then looked at Fan Yong, who was continuing to improve.

A smug smile curled at the corners of his lips.

Li Yishao nodded, his tension easing considerably.

"Excellent. If this traitor can be killed, I... this prince will surely reward him handsomely."

Chieftain Sir bowed deeply, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Meanwhile, the audience was in an uproar.

"Is that the representative hero of the Sil family?"

"I heard it's S-rank, level 69!"

"Judging from his appearance... what kind of skill is this? How can a person grow bigger?"

……

Someone recognized Fan Yong and whispered to the person next to them, "I heard the Sil family bragging that this warrior named Fan Yong only learned one skill, which is strength amplification. It's said that it can stack once every ten levels, and it's already stacked four times!"

"Four times? How strong would that be?"

"I don't know, but looking at him, one punch from him could probably punch through a city wall!"

"Is that man in black robes up to the task? He killed the guards quite swiftly, but what about Fan Yong..."

"Who knows? We'll see."

……

Level 60!

Fan Yong roared again, his body swelled up another size, and his arms became so thick that they almost burst through his sleeves.

The veins bulged like earthworms beneath his skin, and the air around him trembled slightly with just his breath.

The murmurs from the audience grew louder.

"Oh my god, it's still getting bigger!"

"How are we supposed to fight like this? How tall is that guy in the black robe? 1.8 meters? He's not even tall enough for Fan Yong to pinch with one hand!"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Didn't you see when that man in black killed the guard? He was so fast, you couldn't even see it."

"What's the use of speed? Against a power-type opponent like this, even a slight touch is fatal. Speed is useless if you can't get close enough to fight, and if you get caught in close combat, it's a death sentence."

"That's true..."

……

"Holy Revelation—!!!"

Fan Yong's roar was like a thunderclap!

The warhammer he carried on his back suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.

Then, like liquid gold, it began to flow down his body.

It gradually enveloped his arms.

As the golden light faded, the original giant warhammer transformed into steel bandages wrapped around his two arms.

The muscle definition is prominent, exuding an explosive sense of power.

He stood there, and his mere breath caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

In the stands, Chief Siel clenched his fist and shouted, "It's done! Fan Yong's strength attribute will double again after his Holy Awakening! His strength attribute has already increased at least fourfold!"

A slight smile finally appeared on Li Yishao's lips.

In the audience, countless people held their breath.

……

Fan Yong clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a dull cracking sound.

This single action caused the surrounding air to explode with a loud bang.

He lowered his head, looked down at Lin Mo who had walked up to him, and grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Don't worry, it won't take you too much time—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo had already moved.

In everyone's sight, he simply took one step forward.

Then he raised his hand and threw a punch.

That movement wasn't even considered fast.

It's like casually swatting a fly.

boom--! ! !

A deafeningly loud bang!

Fan Yong's words came to an abrupt end.

His enormous body, which had swelled to three meters tall, was like being hit head-on by a mountain, and he was instantly sent flying backward!

His body traced a terrifying arc in the air before crashing through the railing of a bleacher stand.

It smashed through the second layer.

Finally, it was embedded in the wall on the third floor.

The person was hanging there in a bizarre posture.

His neck was completely twisted.

The head is tilted at an angle that no human could possibly tilt to.

His eyes were still open, his mouth was still agape, as if the words he hadn't finished saying were stuck in his throat forever.

The entire room fell silent.

The smile on Chief Sir's face froze completely.

Li Yishao's face turned completely pale.

He instinctively took a step back, then another, bumping into the chair behind him and nearly falling over.

But Lin Mo continued walking forward.

He didn't even glance at Fan Yong, as if he were just an ant blocking his way, someone he could easily swat away.

His eyes remained fixed on Li Yan.

Lin Mo withdrew his fist.

Fan Yong's body was still embedded in the wall, his twisted neck dangling at an eerie angle, and blood slowly flowing down the wall.

No one moved.

No one speaks.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Mo continued walking forward.

In front of him, the guards who had been lined up retreated like a tide.

No one dared to step forward again, and no one dared to stop them.

They simply held their weapons, watching helplessly as the man in black robes walked step by step toward the VIP seats.

Li Yishao's face turned completely pale.

First, he glared fiercely at the patriarch of the Sil family.

"What kind of useless trash has your family raised?"

The clan chief's lips twitched, but he couldn't say anything more.

At this point, Li Yishao didn't argue with him anymore; the biggest problem now was Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's attack had already created momentum, and no one dared to step in.

The guards looked at each other, their feet seemingly rooted to the spot.

"Get out of the way."

The voice was very calm, as calm as if it were saying that the weather was nice today.

But it was this calm that made the guards' legs go weak.

No one moved aside.

No one dared to step forward.

Lin Mo stopped talking.

He took a deep breath.

A pale red light suddenly spread out from him!

[Killing Domain], unfold!

The light, like a drop of blood falling into water, quickly spread and instantly covered an area of several dozen feet around it.

Within the area, the air seemed to freeze.

Those guards enveloped in the domain felt a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads.

He seemed frozen in place.

But this is only the beginning.

Lin Mo's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and a deep voice came from his throat:

"【Slaying Domain Becomes Edge】".

Om-!

The black sword trembled!

The sword, which was originally dark, now had an abnormal dark red hue.

The crimson liquid seemed alive, flowing, writhing, and expanding across the sword, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Mo drew his sword.

There was no power build-up, no running start, and not even any extra movements.

He simply swung his sword forward.

The sword light exploded!

That wasn't just one sword light, but countless sword lights!

They burst forth from the black sword like a storm.

Tearing through the air, shattering everything in its path!

The guards at the front row didn't even have time to react before they were engulfed by the sword light.

Their bodies were torn to pieces in the flash of the sword, blood gushing out, and severed limbs flying in all directions.

The sword light pierced through the first row and continued backward, piercing through the second and third rows.

Like a sickle, it harvests from the crowd.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Blood flowed into rivers.

Those guards who were hesitating just moments before now only wanted to escape.

But they couldn't outrun the sword light.

The light was too fast; so fast that they only had time to let out a short scream before they fell forever.

One.

ten.

Fifty.

One hundred.

Wherever the sword flashed, rivers of blood flowed.

When the last glint of sword light dissipated, and when the terrifying buzzing finally ceased, the entire arena had transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and blood flowed between the cracks in the stone slabs, forming shocking red streams.

Those who survived.

The nobles, envoys, and audience members all slumped in their seats, their faces pale and trembling.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

He stood there, covered in blood.

That blood wasn't his; it belonged to the guards.

They splashed onto his black robe, dripped onto his face, and slowly trickled down his chin.

But his eyes remained fixed on Li Yan.

Just then—

"stop!!!"

A loud shout came from outside the arena!

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen figures arrived like lightning.