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

But to Zhang Hengyuan, it sounded like a death knell.

Zhang Hengyuan instinctively wanted to back away.

He forcefully pulled his right hand, which was gripping the broken sword.

Not moving.

Lin Mo's five fingers, like titanium alloy clamps cast with laws, gripped his wrist tightly.

The difference in strength is too great.

Lin Mo's current strength is as high as 356664 points!

This is not the kind of data you should have at the peak of a first-stage transformation.

Let alone a first-class job advancement, even a regular third-class job advancement pure strength-type tank warrior would kneel down and kowtow upon seeing this stat sheet.

Zhang Hengyuan is a level 200 Tier 3 professional.

However, he is pursuing the path of an apothecary, and his actual profession is a mage, so his stats are heavily biased towards spirit.

Under the crushing force of 350,000 terrifying troops, his proud advantage in level was as fragile as a piece of paper soaked in water.

"Lin...Lin classmate..."

Zhang Hengyuan's smile froze completely.

Cold sweat streamed down my forehead and landed on the bluestone slab.

As he looked into Lin Mo's aggressively scrutinizing eyes, a deadly sense of threat arose in his heart.

Hard.

Lin Mo slowly closed his five fingers.

"Click—"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent school gate square.

Zhang Hengyuan's wrist bones were crushed to powder.

The pale bone fragments pierced the skin, mixed with bright red blood, exposed to the air.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream escaped from Zhang Hengyuan's throat.

He was in so much pain that he curled up, his face contorted in agony.

"Let go! Lin Mo! You fucking let go right now!"

"I am from the Zhang family! My eldest uncle is Zhang Heng! My grandfather is an elder of the alliance!"

"If you dare touch me, the Zhang family will make sure you disappear from this world without a trace!"

Begging for mercy was useless, so Zhang Hengyuan immediately brought out his strongest backer.

Throughout his thirty years of life, this move was always successful.

As long as the Zhang family's name is mentioned, even the toughest bone will obediently kneel down and become a dog.

Lin Mo tilted his head.

The curve of the corners of his mouth widened further.

The intense blood energy unleashed by his berserk state surged wildly across his body, making him look extremely terrifying!

"The Zhang family?"

"It's just one by the roadside!"

"I'm going to attack your Zhang family!"

Lin Mo raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist.

Zhang Hengyuan watched as the fist rapidly magnified in his vision.

He was completely terrified!

He had a premonition that this punch would kill him!

"No! Lin Mo! I was wrong! I'll pay! Ten billion! Ten billion!"

"Don't kill me!"

Zhang Hengyuan was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on the ground!

His left fist became a blurry afterimage.

Because the punch was thrown so fast, the air was forced to explode, producing a deafening sonic boom.

boom! ! !

The punch landed squarely on Zhang Hengyuan's chest, without any fancy moves.

The terrifying explosive power of 350,000 points of strength was unleashed without reservation at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still in that second.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hengyuan's chest cavity caved in with an incredibly inhuman arc.

The violent force penetrated his armor, ran through his bones, muscles, and organs, and wreaked havoc inside his body.

It was not knocked away.

There were no intact remains.

"boom!"

Zhang Hengyuan exploded into a cloud of blood on the spot!

Minced meat and bone meal radiated outwards like a fountain, splashing across the ground like ink.

A level 200, third-tier mage was smashed to pieces with a single punch!

He didn't even leave behind a complete last word.

Ding-dong.

Several bottles of potions, radiating intense magical energy, fell to the ground from the blood mist.

These are the supplies Zhang Hengyuan carries with him. As a pharmacist, he is used to carrying some medicines with him at all times.

The entire room fell silent.

The seven third-tier thugs standing seven or eight meters away were all frozen into lifeless stone statues.

What was happening before their eyes shattered their understanding.

That's the Sixth Young Master!

A level 200 high-level mage!

The difference between three job advancements and one job advancement is like the difference between heaven and earth!

Even if you stand still and let a level 90 warrior with no armor attack you, you shouldn't be able to break through their defense!

How could he be punched into a cloud of blood mist?

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

Lin Mo shook the blood off his left hand.

They didn't even give those thugs a second glance.

He bent down and picked up a bottle of medicine from the ground.

[Ultimate Mana Restoration Potion: Instantly restores 5 mana upon consumption, and then restores 5 mana per second for the next 10 seconds.]

nice one.

As expected of the young master of a pharmaceutical family that monopolizes the alliance's resources, he always carries around top-quality products that are simply unavailable on the market.

Lin Mo had just maintained a large-scale sword domain, which drained all of his mana.

The current problem is the lack of blue potions to sustain the game.

He popped the cork off the bottle with his thumb, tilted his head back, and drank the dark blue potion in one gulp.

The dried-up pool of mana instantly filled up.

The seven thugs finally came to their senses.

The scarred man leading the group gripped two short axes tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"The young master is dead... the patriarch will never let us off!"

"Kill him! Avenge the young master!!"

"He's only level 90! Everyone, attack!"

Seven powerful third-tier auras erupted simultaneously.

They were all assassins secretly raised by the Zhang family, and their combat coordination was extremely skilled.

Two heavily armored shield guards stood at the forefront.

The three assassins disappeared into the shadows.

Scarface and another berserker flanked them from both sides in an arc.

A perfect, deadly encirclement formation.

A dazzling array of skill lights illuminated the gray sky, simultaneously locking onto Lin Mo with deadly intent.

Lin Mo casually tossed the empty medicine bottle aside.

The glass bottle shattered on the bluestone slab, breaking into countless sparkling fragments.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with the same contempt and indifference one would show to trash.

He raised the platinum longsword in his hand.

"Whirlwind Slash!"

Level 4523 Whirlwind Slash.

Damage coefficient: Each hit deals 22690% (226.9 times) of attack power as physical damage.

37 million attack power!

A damage multiplier of 226.9!

Faced with such outrageous damage, all fancy tactical combinations are a huge joke.

A raging hurricane swept everything away in an instant!

Enveloped everyone within it!

As if a natural disaster had struck, everything around us was shrouded in this destructive storm!