40: Chapter 39 Be my technician, and name your salary!

"After suffering the 50% tenacity reduction from the Spirit Binding Orb, plus all those control scrolls and skills, even a god would be at our mercy!"

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

"Once he exhausts all his methods, he'll be nothing but meat on our chopping Block."

Before his voice had even faded.

A gentle breeze dispersed the dust and smoke.

Lin Mo pulled an apple from who knows where and stood quietly in place, eating it.

Not even a corner of his clothes was damaged in the slightest.

The most absurd part was that a dense string of gray-white numbers was frantically jumping above his head.

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

Lin Mo spoke up, mocking them as if nothing had happened:

"Trash is just trash."

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

The bald, burly man's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

"How is that possible?"

An assassin's voice trembled.

"He... why is he completely fine? Did the Spirit Binding Orb not work? What about the Frost Shackles?"

Lin Mo swallowed the last bite of the apple and tossed the core onto the ground.

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

"You guys... are useless."

Lin Mo's tone was flat, carrying obvious disdain.

"No strength, no speed, and absolutely no technique."

"You're fired."

The bald, burly man's face turned livid.

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

"Stop playing the ghost! You must have used some high-level, one-time-use defensive item again!"

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

His gaze swept past the Shield Guard in the front row and landed at the very back of the group.

A petite figure draped in a silver cloak stood there.

The girl held a staff embedded with stardust fragments.

During the previous focused attack, this girl had released a skill called "Starlight Like Rain."

Thousands of tiny starlight beams struck Lin Mo; although they dealt 0 damage, the frequency was extremely high.

In just one second, it triggered over a thousand instances of Block.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed at the silver-robed girl.

"Hey, you."

The silver-robed girl's hood lifted slightly, revealing a fair, delicate chin.

"Your back massage technique just now wasn't bad."

Lin Mo looked at the bald, burly man. "The frequency was fast enough, the strength was moderate—perfect for a full-body massage."

"Stay and be my masseuse. Name your price."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The wind at the edge of the basin seemed to have stalled.

The bald, burly man was stunned.

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

The nearby Alien Crown Prince, upon hearing the term "Masseuse No. 3," twitched violently at the corner of his eye, his serrated greatblade nearly slipping from his hands.

Damn it!

He really treats them like masseuses?

After a brief moment of deathly silence.

Came a rage like a volcanic eruption.

"You're courting death!!"

The bald, burly man roared, the sound waves causing the surrounding rocks to rattle.

He raised his greatsword, pointing at Lin Mo, his eyes blood-red.

"That is the third seat of our Nine Nether Temple's Saintess-in-waiting!"

"She possesses the rare Starlight Summoner profession! Her status is exalted!"

"How dare you ask her to be your... your masseuse?!"

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

This was even harder to bear than being killed outright.

From beneath the silver-robed girl's hood came a cold, bone-chilling voice.

"Kill."

Her crisp voice was filled with undisguised killing intent.

The bald, burly man shouted:

"Form up! Joint execution! Everyone, don't stop—grind him to death!"

"Even if we drain our last drop of mana today, we must tear him to shreds!"

Lin Mo laughed.

He laughed very happily.

"Yo, yo, yo, nice spirit."

Lin Mo crossed his arms.

"Too bad there's no strength behind it."

"No. 1, No. 2, don't just stand there, continue."

Lin Mo turned his head to urge the Alien Crown Prince and the Princess.

The Alien Crown Prince gritted his teeth in humiliation and raised his greatblade: "Hundred-Split Thousand-Strike!"

Boom!

The battle erupted once again.

The seventeen people from the Nine Nether Temple were completely crazed.

The Shield Guard raised a tower shield as tall as a person, launched a Savage Charge, and slammed fiercely into Lin Mo.

The assassins turned into shadows, their daggers frantically slashing at Lin Mo's joints and vital points.

The mages chanted spells, with ice spikes, fireballs, and wind blades raining down as if they cost nothing.

The ranger pulled their longbow to the limit, arrows forming a straight line as they shot straight for Lin Mo's eyes.

And what satisfied Lin Mo the most was the third seat of the Saintess-in-waiting.

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

Countless deep blue starlight beams poured down like a rainstorm, densely bombarding Lin Mo.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—!

The dense sounds of collision merged into a piercing hum.

Lin Mo stood at the center of the storm.

He didn't dodge or evade; he even closed his eyes.

On his retina, a pale gold data stream was scrolling frantically like a waterfall.

[Block effective, Talent XP + 40000!]

[Block effective, Talent XP + 40000!]

[Block effective, Talent XP + 40000!]

...

Thanks to everyone's sweat and hard work.

Lin Mo's Blocking Talent level was skyrocketing at an incredibly absurd speed.

Every second, Lin Mo was experiencing thousands of attacks.

The efficiency of his XP gain even exceeded that of the desperate attacks from the millions of Magic Needle Bees!

Because the number of Magic Needle Bees attacking Lin Mo at the same time was only about a thousand.

And just the Alien Crown Prince and that Saintess-in-waiting could manage to take on a thousand alone!

15 minutes later!

Level 7428.

Level 7450.

Level 7510.

Level 7590.

The bald, burly man swung his greatsword, hacking at Lin Mo's shoulder, sword after sword.

Sparks flew, and the impact split his webbing, causing blood to flow freely.

But he didn't dare to stop at all.

He looked at Lin Mo's relaxed, enjoying face, and a surge of uncontrollable fear welled up deep inside him.

What kind of monster is this?!

The mages of the Nine Nether Temple began to gasp for air, drinking mana potion after mana potion, their faces as pale as paper.

The ranger's fingers were already bloody from pulling the bowstring.

The assassin's daggers were chipped.

The bald, burly man's greatsword was covered in notches.

The third seat of the Saintess-in-waiting's starlight magic circle's light was dim, her body swaying slightly, her mana nearly exhausted.

"Keep going! Why did you stop?"

Lin Mo opened his eyes, looking at the sluggish assassins around him with dissatisfaction.

"As expected, trash can't do anything right."

He looked at the silver-robed girl, who was gasping for air.

"Saintess-in-waiting, right? I have high hopes for you. Hurry up and quit your current job and come be my masseuse."

The silver-robed girl was trembling with rage.

She had been worshipped like a deity by the Nine Nether Temple since she was a child; when had she ever suffered such a humiliating insult?

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

The bald, burly man leaned on his greatsword, his legs going weak.

At this point, he didn't even want to comfort himself with the idea that Lin Mo was carrying life-saving items.

Every dungeon has level rules.

Items exceeding the dungeon's level simply couldn't be brought in!

And could items that didn't exceed the dungeon level Block their attacks for so long?

A joke!

Seventeen elite assassins, plus two members of the Alien royalty.

A full ten minutes of all-out focused fire.

Even the final boss of a Hell-level dungeon would have been beaten to ashes!

Yet this man in front of them didn't even have a few extra wrinkles on his clothes!

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

"Where's the monster? A Blank Slate Warrior has always been like this."

"If you can't deal damage, you should ask yourselves if you've been slacking off on your leveling."

"Have you put in enough sweat and effort?"

Lin Mo's tone was like a reprimand.

The corners of the Nine Nether Temple members' mouths twitched.

They practiced their skills without sleep or rest, but skills leveled up slowly—could they be blamed for that?

"Since you have no strength left, it's my turn."

Lin Mo put away the mineral water, pulled out a white-gold longsword, and backhanded himself a few times.

The effect of Three Spirits Symbiosis meant 1 sword strike equaled 3.

So, after Lin Mo gave himself 7 strikes, the Berserk Intent effect was triggered.

All attributes increased by 3 times!

Strength and speed bonuses exceeded 10 times!

The bald, burly man felt his heart go cold, a chill shooting straight to the scalp.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"