Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

"With the Spirit-Binding Orb reducing our resilience by 50%, plus all those control scrolls and skills, even a god would be at our mercy!"

The bald, burly man spat, his eyes filled with greed.

"Once he's exhausted all his tricks, he'll be nothing more than meat on our chopping block."

Before he could finish speaking...

The smoke and dust were dispersed by a gentle breeze.

Lin Mo pulled out an apple from somewhere and stood quietly eating it.

Not even the hem of the garment was torn.

The most outrageous thing was that above his head, a series of densely packed gray-white numbers were jumping wildly.

-0! -0! -0! -0!

Lin Mo casually mocked:

"Rotten fish and shrimp are just rotten fish and shrimp."

"Even if I stand here and let you hit me, what can you do about it?"

The bald, burly man's laughter stopped abruptly.

"How is that possible?"

An assassin's voice trembled.

"Why...why is he completely unharmed? Did the Spirit-Binding Pearl not work? What about the Frost Shackles?"

Lin Mo swallowed the last bite of the apple and casually threw the core on the ground.

He twisted his neck, making a crisp sound of bones grinding together.

"You guys are no good."

Lin Mo's tone was flat, but with obvious disdain.

"It lacks both power and speed, and has absolutely no technique whatsoever."

"You are fired."

The bald, burly man's face turned ashen.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the greatsword bulging.

"What are you pretending to be?! You must have used some kind of one-time-use high-level defensive item again!"

Lin Mo ignored the bald, burly man's shouts.

His gaze passed over the shield guards in the front row and landed at the back of the line.

There stood a petite figure shrouded in a silver cloak.

The girl held a staff inlaid with fragments of stars in her hand.

During that concentrated attack, the girl unleashed a skill called "Starlight Like Rain".

Thousands of tiny starlight rays struck Lin Mo, causing zero damage, but at an extremely high frequency.

In just one second, thousands of blocks were triggered.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed at the girl in the silver robe.

"That guy."

The girl in the silver robe slightly raised her hood, revealing a section of her fair and delicate chin.

"You did a pretty good job with the back massage just now."

Lin Mo looked at the bald, muscular man and said, "The frequency is fast enough and the pressure is just right. It's suitable for a full-body massage."

"Stay and be my technician, you name your salary."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The winds at the edge of the basin seemed to have stopped.

The bald, burly man was stunned.

The seventeen assassins from the Nine Netherworld Temple were all stunned.

Upon hearing the term "Technician Number 3," the alien prince standing nearby twitched violently, nearly dropping his serrated broadsword.

It's a password!

Do they really think of them as technicians?

After a brief period of deathly silence.

It was a furious outburst, like a volcanic eruption.

"You're asking for it!!"

The bald, burly man roared, the sound shaking the surrounding rocks.

He raised his greatsword, pointed it at Lin Mo, his eyes bloodshot.

"That's the third seat of our Nine Netherworld Holy Temple's Holy Maiden selection!"

"She possesses the rare Star Summoner class! A position of utmost prestige!"

"You actually dared to let her be your... technician?!"

The bald, burly man felt he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life.

This is even more painful than killing him outright.

A chilling voice emanated from beneath the silver-robed girl's hood.

"kill."

Her clear voice carried an undisguised murderous intent.

The bald, burly man roared:

"Form ranks! Combine forces and strangle him! Everyone, don't stop! Grind him to death!"

"Even if it costs me my last drop of mana, I will tear him to pieces!"

Lin Mo smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

"Wow, not bad!"

Lin Mo crossed his arms.

"Unfortunately, I don't have much strength."

"Number 1, Number 2, don't just sit there, keep going."

Lin Mo turned and urged the foreign crown prince and queen.

The foreign prince gritted his teeth in humiliation and raised his greatsword: "Hundred Cracks, Thousand Strikes!"

Boom!

The battle broke out again.

The seventeen people from the Nine Netherworld Temple went completely mad.

The shield guard, holding a tower shield as tall as a man, launched a savage charge, slamming hard into Lin Mo.

The assassin vanished into the shadows, his dagger slashing wildly at Lin Mo's joints and vital points.

The mages chanted incantations, and ice spikes, fireballs, and wind blades rained down as if they were free.

The knight drew his longbow to its fullest extent, and the arrows flew in a straight line, heading straight for Lin Mo's eyes.

What pleased Lin Mo the most was the prospective third seat of the Holy Maiden.

She waved her staff, and a huge starlight magic circle appeared in mid-air.

Countless deep blue starlight rays poured down like a torrential rain, bombarding Lin Mo intensely.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding—!

The dense collision sounds merged into a piercing buzzing.

Lin Mo stood in the eye of the storm.

He neither dodged nor avoided it, and even closed his eyes.

On the retina, a pale gold stream of data was scrolling across the screen like a waterfall.

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000!]

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000!]

[Parry successful, talent experience +40000!]

……

Thanks to everyone's hard work and effort.

Lin Mo's parrying talent level is skyrocketing at an absurdly high rate.

Every second, Lin Mo was subjected to thousands of attacks.

Its experience gain efficiency even surpasses the frantic attacks of millions of magic needle bees!

Because nearly a thousand poisonous stinging bees attacked Lin Mo at the same time.

But even a foreign prince and that saintess trainee are capable of fighting against a thousand!

15 minutes later!

Level 7428.

Level 7450.

Level 7510.

Level 7590.

The bald, burly man wielded his giant sword, slashing at Lin Mo's shoulder again and again.

Sparks flew everywhere, causing his hand to split open and bleed profusely.

But he dared not stop.

Looking at Lin Mo's contented face, an uncontrollable fear welled up deep within him.

What kind of monster is this?!

The mages of the Nine Netherworld Temple began to pant heavily, drinking bottle after bottle of magic potions, their faces as pale as paper.

The ranger's fingers were already bleeding from drawing the bow.

The assassin's dagger was blunt.

The bald, muscular man's greatsword was riddled with nicks and chips.

The starlight array preparing the Saintess for the third seat dimmed, her body swayed slightly, and her magic power was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Keep going! Why did you stop?"

Lin Mo opened his eyes and looked at the sluggish assassins around him with dissatisfaction.

"As expected, rotten fish and shrimp can't do anything right."

He looked at the silver-robed girl who was panting heavily.

"You're a Saintess trainee, right? I have high hopes for you. Quit your current job and become a technician."

The girl in the silver robe was so angry that she trembled all over.

She had been worshipped as a deity by the Nine Netherworld Temple since childhood; she had never suffered such a humiliation.

"What...what exactly are you?!"

The bald, burly man leaned on his giant sword, his legs trembling.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer wants to comfort himself with the idea that Lin Mo has some kind of life-saving item.

Every instance has level rules.

Items that exceed the dungeon level cannot be brought in!

And items that are no higher than the dungeon level can withstand their attacks for that long?

joke!

Seventeen elite assassins, plus two members of alien royal families.

A full ten minutes of concentrated fire.

Even the final boss of a hellish dungeon will be reduced to ashes!

But the man in front of me didn't even have many wrinkles on his clothes!

Lin Mo took out a bottle of Wahaha from his backpack, twisted it open, and took a sip.

"What's so strange about it? Plain-skin warriors have always been like this."

"If you can't beat them, you should ask yourselves if you've been slacking off while leveling up."

"Have you put in enough sweat and effort?"

Lin Mo's tone was reproachful.

The mouths of the people in the Nine Netherworld Temple twitched.

They practiced their skills tirelessly, but their skill leveling was slow. Can we blame them?

"Since you're all out of energy, it's my turn."

Lin Mo put away the mineral water bottle, took out a platinum longsword, and slashed himself a few times with a backhand.

The effect of the Three Spirits in Harmony is that 1 sword is equivalent to 3 swords.

So Lin Mo hit himself 7 times, and the Berserk effect was activated.

All attributes are boosted by 3 times!

Speed ​​boost is over 10 times!

The bald, burly man felt a chill run down his spine, a coldness that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"