**Chapter 541: Never Underestimate Any Profession**
Each batch of a hundred people entered the dungeon one after another. Few could truly reach the ninth level.
Occasionally, someone would reach the ninth level, but they would be eliminated within five minutes.
The final score was 85 points, just a bit short of 90 points.
Lin Moyu also witnessed the speed at which the tigers increased in the final level.
Almost every two to three seconds, a new tiger would appear. The lucky person who reached the final level was chased by the tigers with no way to escape.
In the end, he was surrounded and had to accept elimination.
However, he was already very strong.
Another batch of people entered the dungeon.
Meng Anwen pointed to one of the screens, "Does this person look familiar?"
In the screen Meng Anwen pointed to, a person wielding a sharp sword exuded an aura as sharp as the sword itself.
Clearly, his understanding of his profession had reached a very high level, even achieving a state of unity between man and sword.
Lin Moyu glanced at him, "He does look familiar. His aura is somewhat similar to that of Senior Feng Chang’an."
Meng Anwen smiled, "His name is Feng Xuan, the most outstanding disciple of the Feng family in this generation, and the elder brother of your classmate Feng Xiu."
"Old Bai and I have been paying attention to him. If anyone in this generation of the Feng family can become a god-level expert, he has the best chance."
Lin Moyu nodded. Feng Xuan’s aura was indeed different from other professionals, vastly different.
Even when he stood among many professionals, he was already very eye-catching.
Now, as soon as he entered the dungeon, his sharpness was fully revealed, making him even more extraordinary.
Lin Moyu also had some expectations. Perhaps Feng Xuan had a chance to be the first to reach the final level in this Divine Stone Dungeon event.
The challenge began, and the first and second levels were not difficult for any professional.
Feng Xuan also passed them easily.
When the wind tiger appeared in the third level, Feng Xuan drew his long sword, and a sword light over ten meters long illuminated the dungeon.
When the light disappeared, Feng Xuan had already sheathed his sword.
The wind tiger’s head fell to the ground, instantly killed.
"An excellent sword!" Lin Moyu sighed softly.
This sword had already integrated all his strength and skills, reaching a very high level.
Meng Anwen nodded, "The Feng family has indeed produced another talent. At just level 62, he has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Very impressive, very impressive."
Meng Anwen’s voice was slightly louder, as if intentionally speaking for Sword God Feng Chang’an to hear.
Not only Meng Anwen, but others also praised without reservation.
Feng Chang’an listened with a beaming smile, very pleased.
It was clear that he was extremely satisfied with Feng Xuan’s performance.
In his joy, Feng Chang’an couldn’t help but glance at Lin Moyu.
"If it weren’t for him, Feng Xuan might have dominated an era."
"What a pity!"
Feng Chang’an knew how strong Lin Moyu was, even more so than others.
He was well aware of Lin Moyu’s performance in Shenxia Ancient City, knowing every detail.
In comparison, Feng Xuan was indeed much inferior.
Feng Xuan passed one level after another, no matter how many tigers appeared, he cut them down with a single sword.
Until the eighth level, where the four tigers combined into a giant BOSS.
Feng Xuan’s entire body erupted with a powerful aura, and his sword light exploded.
The entire dungeon lit up for ten seconds, during which countless sword lights shot out.
The sword lights contained both thunder and fire attributes.
With this move, Feng Xuan instantly killed the BOSS formed by the four tigers, advancing to the ninth level with a remarkable posture.
At the same time, all the other professionals who entered the dungeon with him had been eliminated, leaving only him.
Everyone held their breath, watching how Feng Xuan would handle the situation.
The ninth level began, and four level 62 tigers surrounded Feng Xuan.
The wind, fire, water, and electric elements intertwined in the dungeon, making the tigers even stronger.
Feng Xuan did not retreat but advanced, meeting the attack head-on without hesitation. His long sword flashed with a sharp light.
The wind tiger was the first to fall, its head severed.
Feng Xuan had the ability to instantly kill monsters of the same level, but such a powerful sword strike couldn’t be sustained for long.
Just as he killed the wind tiger with one strike, another wind tiger appeared in the air.
The new wind tiger was level 63, one level higher than Feng Xuan.
At this moment, the other three tigers launched their attacks on Feng Xuan.
Fireballs rained down, and Feng Xuan weaved through the flames.
Boom!
A lightning bolt struck him directly, unavoidable.
Feng Xuan’s body stiffened, feeling a slight numbness.
Then ice formed on his body, slowing him down further.
Fireballs, as if guided, flew towards him densely, exploding with a roar!
In the explosion, all the skills were blown away by the sword light, and Feng Xuan emerged from the fire.
Another sword light flashed, and the fire tiger’s head fell.
The battle had just begun, only ten seconds in.
A new tiger appeared in the air, also level 63.
The tigers appeared every five seconds.
So, to survive, running away was not an option.
Although the dungeon was not small, it would eventually be blocked.
Feng Xuan knew very well that he had to kill quickly.
He turned and struck twice, his sword energy sweeping through, killing the water and electric tigers.
Killing two tigers at once was not easy for him.
Such swordsmanship required his full strength and couldn’t be used continuously.
Feng Xuan panted, sweat covering his forehead.
Feng Chang’an frowned, clearly seeing that Feng Xuan was too anxious.
Meng Anwen whispered, "Lack of combat experience, a bit too hasty."
Lin Moyu nodded, "But it’s okay, he can still make up for it if he realizes it."
Lin Moyu’s combat experience was extremely rich, far beyond Feng Xuan’s.
He could see Feng Xuan’s shortcomings at a glance and knew how to remedy them.
The wind howled, and the attack was imminent.
Feng Xuan did not strike again; for the first time, he chose to retreat.
He began to dodge the attacks, and more tigers appeared in the air, twelve per minute.
In just five minutes, sixty tigers were chasing Feng Xuan.
The last tigers to appear were level 65, three levels higher than Feng Xuan.
In these five minutes, Feng Xuan only dodged and did not strike once.
Just when everyone thought he was done for, the sword light exploded again.
The powerful sword skill that had appeared in the eighth level reappeared, illuminating the entire dungeon.
In the strong light, the dual attributes of thunder and fire sword energy swept out, roaring fiercely.
Those with poor eyesight couldn’t see what was happening inside.
When the light faded, more than half of the sixty tigers were dead, and the dungeon was clear.
"He got it!" Lin Moyu chuckled.
This sword gave Feng Xuan a moment to catch his breath, and he began to dodge again.
The tigers that appeared later became stronger and more frequent.
After unleashing his skill, Feng Xuan didn’t stop. Taking advantage of the moment before new tigers appeared, he wielded his sword again, killing more than ten heavily injured tigers.
Creating the strongest results in the shortest time to buy himself the most time.
Then he ran again, running very fast.
At this moment, no one laughed at him.
This was a tactic, not cowardice.
Time passed second by second.
Finally, Feng Xuan reached his limit, surrounded by tigers with no escape.
He fought desperately, lasting another half minute before being eliminated.
The score fluctuated, finally settling at 90 points.
He achieved the highest score since the start of the Divine Stone Dungeon.
Leaving the dungeon, Feng Xuan found a stone in his spiritual world.
**[Talent Divine Stone (Incomplete): 30% chance to awaken a talent during the third job transition.]**
Feng Xuan returned to the stands with a smile.
Countless people congratulated him, their eyes filled with admiration.
Since the start of the Divine Stone Dungeon, hundreds of people had entered.
Only he succeeded.
"Next batch!"
The voice of a god-level powerhouse overseeing the event drowned out everyone else. Ning Yiyi jumped up, "It’s my turn."
Not only her, but Mo Yun and Shu Han also stood up, "It’s our turn too."
Lin Moyu was slightly surprised, "Isn’t Senior Shu an alchemist?"
Meng Anwen chuckled, "Who said alchemists can’t fight?"
Zhu Qingliu also laughed, "Xiaoyu, don’t underestimate support professions. Some support professions also have combat power. For example, us healers, once we reach the god-level, killing demons is no less effective than your teacher."
Lin Moyu was taken aback, recalling what he had heard before.
Never underestimate any profession. Once any profession reaches the god-level, it will have the power to turn decay into magic.
The god-level is a threshold!
It is also the first major threshold for professionals to advance!
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