28: Having finished speaking in Chapter 28, he no longer concealed his level! A terrifying aura of level 30 emanated from him!
In the center of the camp, a harsh mechanical grinding sound rang out.
Four massive alloy walls slowly rose from the ground, piecing together an open-air arena fifty meters long and wide.
A pale blue energy barrier, like an inverted glass bowl, tightly enclosed the arena.
Camp Commander Zhang Tianzhen stood before the second-floor railing, holding the controller for the barrier in his hand.
He glanced at Qin Lan beside him, and seeing that this fifth-turn special envoy had no intention of stopping him, he pressed the activation button firmly.
"Assessment challenge, keep it within limits." Zhang Tianzhen's voice echoed throughout the venue via the loudspeaker, "Begin!"
Zhao Tai leaped onto the arena, his longsword pointing directly at Lin Mo, who had just walked onto the platform.
His four teammates quickly scattered, forming a standard five-person combat formation.
The Shield Guard stood at the very front, the mage and priest were in the center, and the assassin hid in the shadows to Zhao Tai's right.
Their movements were skilled and their coordination tacit.
This was the muscle memory they had honed on the edge of life and death over the past few days.
"Lin Mo, today I will let you know just how big the gap is between a Blank Slate Warrior and a Rare class!" Zhao Tai's expression was ferocious.
He had waited for this moment for too long.
Without a word of nonsense, he swung his left hand forward violently.
"Lock him down!"
The moment the order was given, the mage Chen Cong's eyes glowed with blue light, and he slammed his staff heavily onto the alloy ground.
"Frost Shackles!"
Two thick, eerie blue ice chains burst from the ground, winding tightly around Lin Mo's ankles like venomous snakes, and the extreme cold instantly froze a layer of white frost onto his clothes from the waist down.
Immediately after, the female priest waved her cross.
"Slow Aura!"
A grey-brown halo descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Mo's entire body.
Ripples appeared in the air, and gravity seemed to increase several times over at that moment.
The Shield Guard Wang Meng took a large step forward and slammed his half-person-tall deformed iron shield heavily onto the ground, veins bulging on his neck.
"Taunting Roar!"
A visible ring of sound waves blasted toward Lin Mo in a fan shape, attempting to forcibly interrupt any spellcasting actions he might have had.
Three control effects, connected perfectly.
The freshmen in the audience gasped.
This kind of coordination was definitely not something a Blank Slate Warrior without even a single skill could withstand.
"Well done!" Zhao Tai laughed wildly.
He could clearly sense that Lin Mo had been hit by the three control effects and was unable to move.
He carried his longsword, which flickered with electric arcs, and strode toward Lin Mo.
At a distance of less than five meters from Lin Mo, Zhao Tai stopped, his sword tip pointing directly at the center of Lin Mo's brow.
"I don't care how you got your points." Zhao Tai lowered his voice, his tone filled with the joy of revenge, "Now, get on your knees!"
"Honestly admit that you cheated."
"Otherwise, my Thunder Thrust will shred your heart directly!"
He stared intently at Lin Mo's face, trying to see fear, begging, and despair on it.
However, there was none.
Lin Mo stood in place, ice frost covering him from the waist down, with the Slow Aura hanging on him.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, just sighed with some boredom.
"Are you done with your nonsense?"
Lin Mo lowered his head and slowly reached into the spatial bag at his waist.
Zhao Tai's pupils constricted, and his muscles tensed instantly.
Why could this kid still move?
He thought Lin Mo was about to pull out some heaven-defying defensive scroll or lethal item.
The assassin teammate was even ready to slit his throat from behind at any moment.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Mo pulled out a Boar Tooth Longsword with a curled, pitted edge and a battle axe that had been worn almost smooth.
Zhao Tai was stunned.
The entire student body was also stunned.
Before they could react, Lin Mo performed an action that made everyone's scalp tingle.
He placed the blade and the axe edge horizontally against the carotid arteries on both sides of his neck.
Then, he pulled hard.
"Clang—" A teeth-grinding sound of metal friction echoed over the arena.
Accompanied by sparks flying, not even a white mark was left on Lin Mo's neck.
On his retina, a faint golden prompt popped up.
[Block activated, damage negated. EXP + 40000]
"Are you guys even capable? It's not even as high as the damage I deal to myself." Lin Mo frowned and increased his force, gripping the hilt with both hands, sawing at his own neck like he was sawing wood.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Ah... this... is comfortable..."
The harsh friction sound was endless, and sparks even splashed onto Zhao Tai's face several meters away.
The entire audience was deathly silent.
The wind blew through the hall, and it was completely quiet.
Zhang Tianzhen's action of rubbing his eyes froze, and he forcibly pulled out several of his beard hairs.
Qin Lan crossed her arms, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
This kid, he was showing off again!
If you don't show off for one day, you feel uncomfortable, right?
"You... what are you doing?" Zhao Tai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling.
What did he see?
A Blank Slate Warrior, when controlled, didn't resist or beg for mercy, but instead used a knife to saw his own neck?
The scariest thing was, it couldn't even break the skin?
A sense of unknown fear crawled up Zhao Tai's spine like a venomous snake.
Lin Mo stopped the action in his hands, looked up at him, his tone as flat as if he were discussing today's weather.
"I'm massaging myself." Lin Mo shook his sore wrists and pointed at Zhao Tai and the others: "You guys hurry up too, seriously, you have no strength at all."
A massive sense of humiliation instantly drowned out the fear.
Zhao Tai's eyes were bloodshot, his features distorted by extreme anger.
He felt like a clown being toyed with at will.
"Playing tricks! I'll fulfill your wish!" Zhao Tai roared, "Don't hold back anymore! Attack him with everything you've got!"
"Thunder Thrust!"
Magic power surged throughout Zhao Tai's body, and his longsword turned into a blinding blue lightning bolt, piercing straight at Lin Mo's heart.
This was his strongest single-target burst skill; if it hit a vital spot, it could easily one-shot a monster of the same level.
The assassin appeared behind Lin Mo like a ghost, two daggers coated in deadly poison stabbing fiercely toward Lin Mo's kidneys.
The Shield Guard Wang Meng sprinted over, pouring all his strength into his iron shield, activating the skill [Savage Charge].
The mage Chen Cong bit his tongue, chanting under overload, and three explosive fireballs the size of millstones condensed in mid-air, whistling down.
Five people, without reservation, played all their trump cards.
Terrifying magic fluctuations exploded at the location where Lin Mo stood.
"Boom—" The massive explosion was deafening, blinding firelight and blue lightning intertwined, and the alloy plates on the arena floor were blasted into a slight indentation.
Thick smoke and dust instantly swallowed Lin Mo's figure.
"He's dead, right?" The mage Chen Cong fell onto the ground on his butt, gasping for breath.
His magic power had been completely drained.
The Shield Guard Wang Meng's arms trembled, and a deep dent appeared on his iron shield.
Zhao Tai's chest heaved violently.
That sword had struck solidly.
He clearly felt the resistance from the sword tip.
Even if Lin Mo had heaven-defying abilities, taking their full burst attack head-on without any defense, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive.
A breeze blew by, and the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
In the center of the arena, a figure still stood quietly.
The Frost Shackles at his feet had long since vaporized in the explosion.
Lin Mo held an introductory book on basic formations he had pulled out from who knows where in his left hand, and his right hand still held the Boar Tooth Longsword, sawing unhurriedly at his neck.
"Clang... Clang... Clang..."
His clothes weren't even dirty, his skin was as fair as jade, without the slightest scratch.
Above his head, several strings of light gray numbers floated up slowly.
"- 0"
"- 0"
"- 0"
The freshmen widened their eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
That was a full-power attack from 5 Rare classes!
Hitting Lin Mo, it was actually... 0?!
"Impossible... absolutely impossible!" Zhao Tai looked at the bent longsword in his hand, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
He rushed toward Lin Mo like a madman, using the bent sword to slash wildly at Lin Mo's head, neck, and chest.
"Die! Die! Break his defense!"
"- 0"
"- 0"
The assassin teammate also went crazy, pouncing up with bloodshot eyes, stabbing wildly at Lin Mo's back with his daggers.
The Shield Guard launched charges again and again.
The mage used his staff like a fire poker, striking Lin Mo's shoulder.
"Bang bang bang bang bang—" Dense attacks poured onto Lin Mo like a rainstorm.
Three minutes. The daggers broke.
Five minutes. The shield broke.
Ten minutes passed. The staff broke.
Zhao Tai ran out of strength.
His wrist went limp, and the "longsword" that was bent like a snake dropped to the ground.
The assassin's daggers were left with only handles, the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers cracked, blood flowing freely.
The Shield Guard knelt directly on the ground, his mouth wide open, his lungs gasping violently like a bellows, unable to move even a single finger.
Five people, having exhausted all their physical strength, magic power, and mental energy.
They collapsed around Lin Mo, eyes hollow, like dying fish.
Lin Mo looked down at the puddle-like Zhao Tai.
"Did you not eat? After all this, this is all you can do?"
"You... what kind of monster are you?" Zhao Tai's voice was as hoarse as if it were rubbing against sandpaper.
His psychological defenses had completely collapsed.
"I am level 3! A level 3 Thunder Swordsman!" Zhao Tai grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, roaring hysterically, "You are just a Blank Slate Warrior! Your talent only has 10 points of damage reduction! How are you completely fine? Why!"
Why did he risk his life to reach level 3, only to not even be able to scratch this waste?
Why did he think Lin Mo was trash who only knew how to live off women, only to find out he wasn't even as good as the trash?
Lin Mo chuckled.
"Open your dog eyes and look carefully."
With that said, Lin Mo no longer hid his level.
A golden, blindingly radiant level badge slowly appeared.
[LV.30]