46: If I stop in Chapter 45, I'll start killing people.

"Let's start with that Zhang family, shall we? I heard you've been looking for me for a long time."

Lin Mo rested his platinum longsword on his shoulder, his tone as casual as if he were reading off a roll call.

"Which one is Zhang Ling? Step out quickly and show me what you've got."

The entire rock cage was so quiet that one could hear the sound of blood dripping onto the rock surface.

Over three hundred prodigies stood on the rock walls, their mouths, which had been chatting and laughing just moments ago, now tightly sealed.

The headless corpse of the red-haired mage still lay on the ground, steaming, while the head had rolled to the base of a rock pillar, eyes wide open in death.

No one answered Lin Mo.

No one dared to make a sound.

"Not talking?" Lin Mo tilted his head.

He scanned the rock walls, his gaze stopping on a woman wearing dark gold mage robes on the left.

She looked to be in her early twenties, holding a vibrant green staff, with at least four layers of defensive spells stacked on her, the overlapping halos shining like a lightbulb.

"You." Lin Mo pointed at her with the tip of his sword. "Where is Zhang Ling?"

The woman stiffened.

"I... I don't know."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Wrong answer."

Six wings vibrated.

A silver-white afterimage pierced through the four layers of spell shields on the woman—just like a finger poking through four soap bubbles.

The platinum longsword entered through her collarbone, and the tip emerged from her back.

The Three Spirits Symbiosis effect was triggered; one strike equaled three!

One strike to break the formation, one strike to break the shield, and the final strike to take her life!

The dark gold mage robes shattered, and her body flew backward, hitting the rock wall before sliding down.

[Killed a Class-Advancement User, inherited 790 points.]

The air in the entire arena seemed to have been sucked dry.

The woman's team leader, a burly heavy armored warrior, saw his pupils contract violently.

He had personally watched the four layers of defensive buffs he had meticulously stacked on his teammate fail to hold for even a fraction of a second.

At this moment, he was so terrified that his whole body felt cold.

"Next."

Lin Mo had already flown to another rock pillar.

A tall, thin archer was standing there, his legs already shaking uncontrollably.

"Zhang Ling is—"

A flash of sword light swept past.

The archer's voice came to an abrupt halt.

His body fell from the rock pillar, breaking in two mid-air.

Everyone else was stunned.

"You should have let him finish speaking!!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout out.

Lin Mo shook the blood off his sword, while the phantom of the little angel above his head covered its mouth, its entire face pale.

Lin Yao's shocked voice rang in his mind:

"Lin Mo, you moved too fast!! He was just about to say it!!"

"Too slow."

A wanton smile tugged at the corners of Lin Mo's mouth.

Did he really need the answer?

What he needed was fear.

This cage couldn't be escaped, which meant these people were all fish in a barrel.

As long as he kept killing, Zhang Ling would have nowhere to run.

And right now, all he had to do was maximize the fear.

"Next."

Lin Mo's gaze swept toward the rock wall on the right.

This time, he hadn't even flown over yet.

"Zhang Ling is over there!! Behind the highest rock pillar in the northeast corner!!"

An assassin pointed to the northeast, his voice shrill and distorted.

"No! He's on the west side! I saw him! The one with the gray cloak!"

Another person immediately followed up with a shout.

"Zhang Ling brought twelve people! I recognize their Shadow Guards uniforms! Black background with silver patterns!"

It was as if a dam had burst.

Over three hundred people scrambled to speak, afraid they would be the next one to be singled out.

Location, numbers, attire, weapon characteristics—Lin Mo hadn't asked a thing, yet these people confessed it all.

"Behind the third rock pillar in the northeast corner, twelve people wearing black dark-patterned armor, the leader uses a spear!"

"They have Annihilation Crystal Orbs! I heard they're the kind that can lock skill levels!"

The northeast corner of the rock cage.

Twelve dark figures stood within a massive magic formation, complex runic light shrouding them.

Everyone was wearing a uniform set of black-background, silver-patterned dark gold armor, their weapons emitting a piercing luster.

At the eye of the formation stood a young man with a cold expression.

Zhang Ling.

His expression at this moment could no longer be described as merely ugly.

From the moment he entered, his plan had been to hide in the shadows and reap the benefits.

With over three hundred people besieging Lin Mo, he was waiting for the final opportunity to harvest Lin Mo's life.

And the result?

Over three hundred fully armed prodigies couldn't even last thirty seconds in front of Lin Mo before they started betraying each other.

They even exposed Zhang Ling's own secrets!

"You're Zhang Ling, right?"

Lin Mo wore a playful smile, like a cat toying with a mouse desperately trying to escape.

It was the perfect expression of a major villain.

Zhang Ling looked up abruptly.

A silver-white figure hovered beneath the rock dome, six white wings flapping slowly, looking down at him from above.

"Why didn't you hide better? You actually got found by me."

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions.

He couldn't panic.

Behind him were the Zhang family's most elite Shadow Guards; the defensive power of their twelve-person coordinated formation was enough to withstand a full-force strike from a Second-Rank powerhouse.

Furthermore, he had that Imprisonment Crystal Orb in his hand that could seal all of an opponent's attributes.

"Everyone, don't be afraid of him!"

Zhang Ling turned around abruptly and roared sternly at the more than three hundred people still trembling on the rock walls.

"What on earth are you afraid of? He's only one person! No matter how fast he is, he only has one sword!"

"Let's focus fire together! Throw all your long-range spells at him! With so many skills hitting him at the same time, there's no way he can withstand it!"

"If you don't dare to fight back, you'll just be picked off one by one!"

This made sense.

In the fearful crowd, some began to hesitate.

That's right... No matter how strong he is, he's only one person.

Everyone present was a prodigy from their respective factions!

If over three hundred skills are thrown at once, anyone would die!

So, seventy or eighty mages were the first to raise their staffs, and various colors of magical light began to condense in the air.

"Attack together! If he doesn't die, we will!!"

Someone's greed finally overcame their fear.

The light grew more and more numerous and brighter.

Hundreds of spells formed almost at the same time—fireballs, ice spears, shadow arrows, lightning chains, wind blades...

Densely packed skills completely covered the position where Lin Mo was.

The sky had collapsed.

Hundreds of spells converged into a magnificent and massive torrent of energy, rushing toward Lin Mo!

"Ahhhhh! So many people! Lin Mo, don't take it head-on!! Let's run away!!!"

Lin Yao was already crying in her anxiety.

The roar of the explosion made the rock cage tremble violently, and rubble fell from the dome.

Everyone stared fixedly at the center of the explosion.

They didn't believe it.

They didn't believe that a Level 30 Blank Slate Warrior could withstand this level of focused fire.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

The silver-white figure was floating in place, motionless.

There wasn't even a scratch on the surface of his armor.

Lin Mo's face wore a relaxed and satisfied smile.

Above his head, thousands of "-0"s were floating densely.

Countless "-0"s.

"-0"s that filled half his field of vision.

"Not bad."

Lin Mo stretched his neck and exhaled comfortably.

On his retina, his talent experience was jumping at a frantic speed.

[Block Experience +40000]

[Block Experience +40000]

[Block Experience +40000]

...

Every spell that hit him was equivalent to helping him get 40,000 points of talent experience for free.

Multi-hit skills could even grant hundreds of thousands or millions with just one cast!

Thousands of spells hitting at the same time?

That was a massive amount of experience points!

"Continue."

Lin Mo spread his arms, just floating in mid-air, six wings wide open, revealing a satisfied smile to everyone below.

"Keep attacking, don't stop."

"If you stop, I'm going to start killing."

His smile at this moment was even more terrifying than a demon from hell.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The little angel phantom above his head had its mouth wide open, having completely given up on thinking.

Li Yueyue widened her watery peach-blossom eyes, revealing an expression of disbelief.

The Tali Tribe Crown Prince's eyes bulged out, staring fixedly at Lin Mo.

The other three hundred prodigies were even more panicked and at a loss.

Attacking him was completely useless; he was even enjoying it!

What kind of monster had they provoked?

And they even locked themselves in the same cage as the monster?!

Zhang Ling's legs were already turning to jelly, and his whole body was trembling.