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

"Hmm, the strength is indeed impressive."

When Lin Mo said this, his tone was calm and ordinary, as if he were commenting on the cooking time of a dish.

But those who know Lin Mo know that to hear the compliment "not bad" from Lin Mo is already a huge honor.

He never spoke politely, and he would never flatter the enemy in battle.

If I say it's good, then it really is good.

But Auduin didn't know.

His enormous dragon body, several tens of meters long, remained frozen in the void.

His voice changed tone, a tremor that even he himself couldn't believe mixed into the deep, rough dragon roar.

"No...impossible! Even if this body hasn't broken through to demigod level, it's still the strongest below demigod! Plus, with the tenfold amplification from the 100,000 souls lost in the Death Arena...how...how can they not even tear your skin?!"

In fact, his calculations were not wrong.

Hong Lü's physical body is indeed top-tier below demigod level, and the tenfold amplification from 100,000 dead souls is a real fact.

In terms of sheer strength, the explosive power of his claw strike was indeed comparable to Lin Mo's.

But it's only on a power level that they're evenly matched.

Lin Mo has a skill called Sword Steel.

Each kill increases defense; the more kills you get, the stronger your defense becomes.

He slaughtered them in the Holy Ancient Empire's arena.

In the Glory Judgment Secret Realm, he slaughtered them all.

After declaring war on the entire continent, the ghost army swept across the wasteland, and he slaughtered them all.

He slaughtered the entire mermaid kingdom, from the demigod tower Shuk to the ordinary mermaid warriors.

The number of lives he has taken along the way is impossible to estimate.

The defensive power that the steel of the sword had built up for him had already reached an abnormal level.

Let alone Alduin, that combination of a demigod remnant and an old man.

Even if a genuine demigod stood here and unleashed a full-force attack, it's questionable whether he could even injure him.

Lin Mo did not explain these things.

He simply wiped the faint red mark on his chest with his finger.

That was the only mark left by Alduin's all-out attack; it wasn't even a wound, more like a scratch from a fingernail.

After wiping with my fingertip, the red mark disappeared, and my skin was as good as new.

Then he raised his head and looked at the giant dragon frozen in mid-air, his tone still calm.

"Let's get ready."

Alduin instinctively took a step back, and the darkness of the entire arena trembled under his foot.

He opened his mouth, but the sound that came out of his throat had lost all trace of the dragon god's majesty.

"Prepare...prepare what?"

"He's about to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo's figure disappeared from the spot.

It's not teleportation, it's not flashing, it's just pure physical speed.

As they approached, Alduin's dark golden dragon eyes failed to detect any movement at all.

He only vaguely heard a buzzing sound that cut through the air.

When Alduin sensed Lin Mo's location again, Lin Mo was already directly above him.

Lin Mo's figure was as small as a pebble in front of the giant dragon.

But the force of his raised right fist made Alduin's heart, which had lived for countless years, skip a beat.

boom!

A punch landed squarely on Alduin's head.

The dragon scales, which were said to be indestructible and had survived countless battles of gods without ever breaking, exploded with a spiderweb-like crack under this punch.

Alduin felt as if a mountain had hit his head from above, his vision blurred with stars, his consciousness briefly went blank, and his body began to fall uncontrollably downwards.

The enormous dragon body, tens of meters long, was enveloped in a golden and black light, and crashed into the boundless darkness at the bottom of the arena like a meteorite.

With a deafening roar, the entire arena trembled.

A visible shockwave exploded on the dark ground.

Before Alduin could even climb out of the crater in the ground, Lin Mo had already landed on him.

It didn't land on the edge of the pit; it stepped directly on his back.

Then another punch.

The punch landed squarely on his spine, piercing through the mixed scales that encased the remnant soul of the dragon god and the body of the golden dragon, which, thanks to the countless layers of defense from the sword steel that transformed into sharpness, was now completely shattered by the punch.

Dragon scale fragments tumbled in the air, and golden dragon blood gushed out from beneath the shattered scales, splattering onto the dark ground with a hissing, burning sound.

Then came the third punch, the fourth punch, and the fifth punch.

Lin Mo's punches weren't fast; at least, they were much slower than when he drew his sword.

But every punch landed precisely on Alduin's most vulnerable, most vulnerable, and most undefendable spot.

He fought his way from the dragon's back to its tail, smashing the enormous body, which was tens of meters long, back and forth in the arena seven or eight times.

Alduin's dragon horn broke in the impact, a tear several meters long was torn in the membrane of half of its wing, and the tip of its tail was broken into an unnatural obtuse angle.

Almost none of the gold and black scales on its body were intact.

He tried to turn around and fight back, but as soon as he turned his neck, he was kicked in the chin. His skull hit the dark ground, bounced twice, and then fell back down.

He tried to flap his wings and fly away to create distance, but as soon as he spread his wings, he heard a snap.

The entire wing was broken off at the base.

This battle was unequal from the start.

Alduin believed he was fighting a human emperor.

But his true opponent was an iron wall forged by all the souls of those who died at Lin Mo's hands on the continent—a defense he could not break through.

The final blow.

Lin Mo stepped on Alduin's head, slamming the massive dragon head into the dark ground.

Most of the dragon scales on the dragon's head had fallen off, revealing purplish-blue bruises and bleeding cracks underneath.

The dragon's eye, which had been burning with a dark golden light, was now swollen to the point of being just a slit, with a sticky mixture of dragon blood and saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth.

He looked more like a beaten-up old dog than a dragon god who had once dominated the continent.

Lin Mo slowly drew his black sword.

The sound of the sword sliding out of its scabbard was exceptionally crisp in the deathly silent arena.

The sword gleamed with an eerie light, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Upon hearing the sound of a sword being drawn, Auduin had no choice but to force himself to speak a few words with difficulty.

His voice was muffled because his mouth was pressed to the ground, but he spoke at an astonishing speed, as if he was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Lin Mo's sword would not be able to be withdrawn in time.

"I can help you! I'll help that golden dragon you brought secure its position as Dragon Emperor! Is he not strong enough? I'll vouch for him! I am the remnant soul of the ancestral dragon of the dragon race; with me behind him, no dragon dares to disobey him!"

The sword in Lin Mo's hand stopped in mid-air.

He's right, that's exactly why Lin Mo didn't draw his sword directly.

A Jin lacks both strength and prestige. Even if I were to force him to the position of Dragon Emperor, the elders below would not be truly convinced.

However, if Alduin were to endorse it, or if a remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon were to personally stand by it, the situation would be completely different.

The Golden Dragon Clan may disobey Ajin, but they dare not disobey the Dragon God.

Thinking this to himself, Lin Mo still said aloud, "That's not enough."

Before he could even state his terms, Alduin spoke again, his words even faster than before, his voice carrying a resolute air of desperation.

"My legacy! I can give it to you too! It's this Arena of Death!"