Chapter 397: A Frenzy Of Questions

Zhou Lesheng—Lin Moyu had seen him before, back when he first came to the Dimensional Battlefield.

At the time, he was only level 30. Yet now, he had already undergone his second class awakening. His leveling speed was impressive, but something about his aura felt off.

Lin Moyu sensed an unnatural instability—his energy fluctuated erratically, as if his attributes were constantly shifting.

Zhou Lesheng sneered, “Calling me a lackey of the Demon Worship Society? That sounds so unpleasant. Let’s just say we have a… cooperative relationship.”

Lin Moyu scoffed, “You? A mere level 40 Sacred Light Knight? What qualifications do you have to ‘cooperate’ with them?”

Zhou Lesheng clutched his head and let out a manic laugh, “Sacred Light Knight? No—I've advanced. I am now a Sacred Word Knight. A mid-tier legendary rank class user!”

A single word changed everything—his class had evolved.

His laughter grew wilder, “Do you even know what a Sacred Word Knight is? Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand. So let me show you—like this!”

He cast a glance at a distant Knight and barked a single command: “Slash!”

Without lifting a finger, a freezing sword ray tore through the air.

The Knight let out a scream as he was sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground. A deep, bone-exposing wound marked his body.

Zhou Lesheng grinned maniacally, “See that? This is the power of a Sacred Word Knight—my words become law!”

Lin Moyu gazed at him with a trace of pity.

To Zhou Lesheng, this newfound power must have felt like the pinnacle. But someone like him… could never understand how high the true pinnacle really was.

Lin Moyu’s voice was calm, “So, you sided with the Demon Worship Society… refused to eat the fruits… all just to kill us here. Isn’t that right?”

Zhou Lesheng chuckled, “You got that right.”

Lin Moyu remained calm, “But what’s the point? Everyone here is a genius from a major family. They all have soul brands. Even if you kill them, they’ll be resurrected.”

His words reassured the crowd, easing the tension in the air.

“Yeah, we have soul brands. Even if we die, we’ll come back.”

“At worst, we’ll pay a price. Zhou Lesheng, once we get out of here, you’re dead.”

“You’re finished! Your entire Zhou Family is done for!”

Zhou Lesheng let out a long “Ahhh…” before grinning wickedly, “You really think I’ll give you the chance to resurrect?”

With that, he pulled out a black stone—one commonly used by Abyssal Demons.

A cruel smile spread across his face as he crushed it.

In an instant, a barrier erupted, enveloping the entire area.

The moment it formed, someone’s face twisted in horror, “No… It’s the Abyssal Demon’s Soul-Extinguishing Barrier!”

The color drained from everyone’s faces.

“We’re doomed! We’ll die here—permanently!”

The Soul-Extinguishing Barrier erased the souls of the deceased. When one died inside it, not even a soul brand could bring them back to life.

Zhou Lesheng laughed maniacally, “Scared? Afraid? You should be. You’re all going to die.”

His gaze swept over Ning Yiyi, Mo Yun, and Lin Mohan, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight. He licked his lips, “Before I kill you… I’ll make sure to have some fun.”

Lin Mohan chuckled, “By yourself? Moyu, kill him.”

Lin Moyu’s murderous aura surged. A sword appeared in his hand—a platinum rank weapon.

To him, the sword’s attributes didn’t matter. It only needed to be sharp enough.

Zhou Lesheng was a level 40 Sacred Word Knight, a mid-tier legendary rank class user. His total attributes were around 60,000.

Lin Moyu, in contrast, had only 40,000—a gap of 20,000.

On top of that, Zhou Lesheng’s skills were fully functional, while Lin Moyu’s were sealed.

Even so, Lin Moyu remained confident.

He advanced, sword in hand.

To the others, he seemed insane.

Zhou Lesheng thought so too. His laughter grew wilder, “You? A Mage? Fighting me with a sword? Have you lost your mind?”

No one noticed that Lin Moyu remained completely unaffected by Freezing Ring.

Zhou Lesheng sneered, “I planned to kill you last, but I’ve changed my mind! Die! Slash!”

As a Sacred Word Knight, his words became reality.

A razor-sharp sword ray slashed toward Lin Moyu.

If it hit, Lin Moyu would either die or suffer a grave injury.

Yet, just before impact—

Lin Moyu shifted slightly, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth.

Zhou Lesheng’s smirk vanished. His eyes widened.

He roared and sent out two more sword rays.

“Impossible!” Zhou Lesheng couldn’t believe his eyes.

Lin Moyu dodged them effortlessly.

Five meters.

That was all that remained between them now.

With a subtle push off the ground, Lin Moyu shot forward, appearing before Zhou Lesheng in an instant.

His sword stabbed forward.

Zhou Lesheng bellowed, “Go to hell!”

Skill: Cross Cut!

Skill: Holyfire Ring!

Zhou Lesheng unleashed a devastating sword ray, and at the same moment, a ring of blazing light erupted beneath his feet.

A wave of scorching heat spread across the battlefield.

The combined assault of ice and fire was pure agony.

One by one, everyone hurriedly took out a potion and downed it.

Yet Lin Moyu stood unmoved.

He ignored Holyfire Ring. Ignored the incoming sword ray.

His sword remained aimed at Zhou Lesheng’s unprotected neck—a stance of mutual destruction.

Zhou Lesheng sneered.

He was certain his attack would tear Lin Moyu to pieces.

As for Lin Moyu’s sword? He didn’t even bother dodging.

A mere Mage with a few hundred points in each attribute—what damage could he possibly inflict?

His defense was so strong that he could stand still and let Lin Moyu hack at him without a care.

Then—

Zhou Lesheng’s eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly retreated.

Lin Moyu’s sword had pierced through his defenses.

If he had reacted even a fraction slower, the blade would have stabbed straight into his throat.

At the same time, Lin Moyu sidestepped Zhou Lesheng’s Cross Cut at the last moment—without interrupting his own attack.

Lin Moyu relentlessly pursued, his murderous intent surging.

His speed matched Zhou Lesheng’s stride for stride.

The sword lunged again—fast, precise, deadly.

Fear flickered in Zhou Lesheng’s eyes.

He swung his sword to parry—and in that moment, realization struck.

Lin Moyu’s strength… was nearly on par with his own.

A strange, panicked cry escaped Zhou Lesheng’s lips.

“You didn’t eat the fruits? No—you did eat them!”

“Then why are your attributes still so high? Why can you ignore my rings of light’s control?!”

“Aren’t you a Mage? Why… why?!”

At this moment, Zhou Lesheng was a whirlwind of confusion, bombarding Lin Moyu with endless questions.

Lin Moyu remained unfazed. He had endured the Shenxia Tower trials, mastering every class inside and out.

Knight combat techniques were second nature to him.

Even without skills, he could unleash devastating attacks.

The fruits had sealed active skills, but passive abilities remained untouched.

Lin Moyu had over 19,000 skeletons sharing his damage.

And more importantly—he had status immunity, rendering him completely unaffected by control-type abilities.

He was not someone who could be easily killed.

Steel clashed against steel, ringing through the battlefield.

Blow after blow, Zhou Lesheng grew increasingly uneasy.

Lin Moyu’s swordsmanship… was superior to his own.

"Impossible! He’s a Mage!"

A Mage outclassing a Knight in swordsmanship? It was inconceivable.

The spectators began to notice—Lin Moyu was gaining the upper hand.

Their despair shifted to hope.

Excitement flickered in their eyes as they began to cheer.

"Godly General Lin, kill him!"

"Godly General Lin, you can do it! End this bastard!"

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows.

Zhou Lesheng gritted his teeth.

Lin Moyu was formidable, but his attributes were still lower.

And more importantly—he couldn’t use active skills.

A sinister grin crept back onto Zhou Lesheng’s face.

At this rate, victory was inevitable.

“This time, you will die!” He roared in his mind.

Skill: Holy Annihilation Sword Slash!

A blinding sword ray erupted, flooding the air with razor-sharp sword qi.

Hundreds of strands of sword qi surged forward, swallowing Lin Moyu in an inescapable storm of destruction.

There was no way out.

“It’s over!”

“This time, he’s finished.”

Despair settled over the spectators. Hope, reignited moments ago, was now mercilessly snuffed out.

Even though Lin Moyu had astonished them with his combat skills and momentarily given them hope, it was clear now.

There was no surviving this attack.

The world flashed with blinding sword light.

Lin Moyu vanished within it.

Zhou Lesheng threw his head back, laughing maniacally, “He’s dead this time for sure!”

From within the sea of sword light, a single sword emerged—silent, precise, unstoppable.

It pierced Zhou Lesheng.

His laughter abruptly stopped.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Lin Moyu stepped forward, unscathed.

At that moment, Zhou Lesheng felt as though he were witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world.

Lin Moyu’s expression was solemn, his gaze cold—as if Zhou Lesheng were already dead.

The sword strike had not killed him—but it had torn through his defenses, leaving him gravely wounded.

Before he could react, a dagger appeared in Lin Moyu’s left hand.

Aimed directly at his neck.

Panic twisted Zhou Lesheng’s face.

A glow flared from his body—the telltale sign of the Knight signature skill, Extreme Defense.

Boom!

A terrifying murderous aura crashed down on him.

His vision blurred. Illusions swirled before his eyes.

Extreme Defense… was instantly interrupted.

His body locked in place. Frozen in fear.

Lin Moyu’s

d

agger plunged deep into his throat.

Blood splattered.

But a class user was no ordinary human.

Even this strike wasn’t enough to end him.

Lin Moyu’s strength had breached his defenses—

But two strikes alone wouldn’t be enough to finish the job.