Chapter 543: How Many Can Truly Understand

Shu Han burst forth like a dark horse, matching the highest record ever set in the Divine Stone Dungeon.

Congratulations poured in for Medicine God Shu, with many praising him for raising such an exceptional descendant.

For those who had already ascended to God-level, nurturing the younger generation had become their top priority—ensuring the continued glory of their families.

Medicine God Shu already had a highly acclaimed grandson, Shu Xiuzhu, vice-dean of the Concocter Institute at Xiajing Academy, who was widely expected to become a God-level Concocter in the future.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, the little-known Shu Han turned out to be a rare Battle Concocter, her talent astonishing, perhaps even surpassing that of her elder brother.

It was now entirely possible that the Shu Family might one day produce two God-level figures.

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Mo Yun also performed admirably, earning a score of 93 points—enough to greatly please Mo Xinghai.

Such a result ranked among the top in the dungeon’s history and carried immense potential for future ascension to God-level.

After returning, the three gathered together again, chatting happily.

Meanwhile, the Divine Stone Dungeon trials continued.

Groups entered one after another, but most failed to perform well.

Some emerged dispirited, others muttering curses under their breath.

Over the next few days, several more contestants reached the ninth level and scored 90 or above.

Yet none came close to Shu Han’s record. Her 95-point score stood like an unshakable peak, towering and untouchable.

By the sixth day, all participants had completed their trials.

Only nine individuals had managed to persevere and score 90 or above, earning half a Talent Divine Stone each.

Aside from Feng Xuan, Mu Xianxian, Ning Yiyi, Mo Yun, and Shu Han, the remaining four hailed from the military.

It had to be said that the talents cultivated by the military far outshone those of the great families when it came to combat prowess.

“Moyu, you should give it a try.” Meng Anwen suggested.

Lin Moyu nodded slightly and rose, walking toward the entrance of the Divine Stone Dungeon.

His movement immediately drew people’s attention.

Before long, murmurs spread like ripples through the crowd.

“It’s Godly General Lin! He’s entering the Divine Stone Dungeon?”

“Looks like it. I wonder how many points he’ll get.”

“Godly General Lin will definitely break the record. The only question is—can he score a perfect hundred?”

“That won’t be easy. The difficulty skyrockets toward the end.”

Amid the murmurs, Lin Moyu arrived before the dungeon entrance and spoke to the God-level powerhouse overseeing the dungeon.

“Senior, I’d like to enter and give it a try.”

Lin Moyu had yet to surpass level 70, and given his status, his request was entirely reasonable.

“Godly General Lin, please proceed.” The God-level powerhouse replied, naturally granting permission.

Lin Moyu stepped forward. His figure vanished into the dungeon entrance, only to reappear a moment later on one of the projection screens.

Ye Hao’s voice rang out, “Enlarge the screen. Let everyone witness Godly General Lin’s performance.”

The God-level powerhouse overseeing the dungeon didn’t move. Instead, he turned toward Meng Anwen and the others.

He wasn’t one of Ye Hao’s people but belonged to Meng Anwen’s faction.

With different allegiances, it was only natural he wouldn’t heed Ye Hao’s command.

Meng Anwen glanced at Ye Hao, “Since Senior Ye wishes to watch, let him watch.”

He tapped a finger lightly, releasing several runes.

The surrounding formations shifted, and Lin Moyu’s screen instantly magnified while the others vanished.

Inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu’s trial had already begun.

In the first level, countless black dots shot toward him; he dodged them with ease.

In the second, he struck a massive boulder with a casual slap, shattering it instantly.

Lin Moyu’s attributes were extraordinary, with his strength alone far surpassing that of Warriors or Knights of the same level. Smashing a boulder was trivial.

The third level brought forth a wind tiger.

Before the monster could even roar, a white light flickered at Lin Moyu’s fingertip.

Skill: Bone Fangs.

Thousands of bone-white projectiles tore through the creature, riddling its body like a sieve.

Lin Moyu didn’t stop at one volley—three consecutive bursts of Bone Fangs rained down, turning the wind tiger into a lifeless heap.

Yet, to Lin Moyu, Bone Fangs now felt underwhelming.

At long range, its power was too dispersed. Up close, it packed a punch, but opportunities for that were rare.

In many cases, a few extra swings from a Skeletal Berserk Warrior were more effective.

This was because most of Lin Moyu’s opponents were far above his level, leaving Bone Fangs perpetually underused.

Still, Lin Moyu believed every skill had its purpose. Bone Fangs would one day reveal its true value.

For now, against monsters of equal level, the skill was surprisingly effective.

The third level posed no challenge.

The fourth, even with a monster three levels higher, ended the same way.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh levels, which were cleared with Bone Fangs alone.

Lin Moyu never took a single step. He simply stood still, casting his skill relentlessly.

The spectators were dumbstruck.

“Godly General Lin is that strong?”

“But isn’t he a Summoner? Where are his skeletons?”

“Maybe he doesn’t need them. These monsters are probably too weak.”

“Just how powerful is Godly General Lin?”

The viewing stands erupted in noise. Even the elders of the great families stopped talking, their attention fixed on the screen displaying Lin Moyu.

On the eighth level, four tigers fused into one, forming a massive boss.

Everyone expected Lin Moyu to finally summon his undead army. But instead, a sword appeared in his hand.

The crowd erupted in confusion. Why was Lin Moyu wielding a sword?

Then Lin Moyu dashed forward like a seasoned Swordsman, his sword flashing with dazzling light.

Despite using no skills, his raw attributes alone made his attacks devastating.

The boss fought back fiercely, but its strikes were completely ineffective.

Lin Moyu demonstrated to the world what true combat technique looked like.

The boss was completely suppressed, unable to strike back. Lin Moyu dodged nimbly under its assault, counterattacking with deadly precision.

In that moment, Lin Moyu had truly become a Swordsman without skills.

Feng Chang’an watched, his brow twitching, “Godly General Lin’s swordsmanship had unexpectedly reached such heights.”

Meng Anwen smiled, “Moyu wants to show the world that true power doesn’t come from skills alone, but from the perfect harmony of attributes and technique.”

Feng Chang’an nodded, “Indeed. If Xuan could grasp that, his results would be far better.”

Meng Anwen chuckled softly, “But how many can truly understand Moyu’s intent?”

Feng Chang’an said, “The younger generation may not. But the older generation should.”

“To not rely on skills, but to internalize them completely—that’s the essence of mastery. It’s the foundation of ascending to God-level.”

“Godly General Lin is unexpectedly this unrelenting.”

Lin Moyu spoke through his actions. Those who understood, understood. For those who didn’t, no explanation would suffice.

Under his relentless sword strikes, the massive boss finally fell.

The eighth level was cleared. His score climbed to 80 points.

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for the ninth level to begin.

As it did, four tigers appeared at once.

Every five seconds, another would spawn. If they weren’t killed fast enough, their numbers would multiply, until they completely overwhelmed the challenger.

But against just dozens of monsters...

Lin Moyu finally deployed his undead troops—not the entire army, but a single legion.

Before the Skeletal Berserker Warriors could even charge over, a blinding surge of Elemental Explosions erupted, erasing the four tigers in an instant.

From that moment on, every time a new tiger appeared, it was annihilated within half a second.

The viewing stands fell silent in shock. Lin Moyu’s power was simply beyond comprehension.

A trembling voice broke the silence, “The gap between him and me… is actually this vast?”

“Godly General Lin is too strong. The ninth level’s trial might as well be child’s play for him.”

Lin Moyu didn’t move. He stood calmly as his undead legion did all the work.

Ten minutes later, a mysterious force stirred within the dungeon.

It targeted both Lin Moyu and his undead troops.

He felt his thoughts slow slightly. The undead troop’s reactions dulled as well.

“So this is the interference’s power?” Lin Moyu murmured, his tone calm and curious, “Interesting… but far too weak to matter.”

And indeed, the effect was negligible. His undead legion continued its merciless assault.

Lin Moyu endured easily until the fifteenth minute.

Then, the air rippled, and a massive, multicolored tiger materialized above the battlefield.