I Can Level Up By Staying Idle

Chilong is obviously very self-aware, knowing that he can't be Lin Mo's opponent no matter what; so as soon as he stepped on the ring, he directly put forward his request - don't slap your face!

"Don't slap in the face?"

Lin Mo sneered, bullied him, backhand was a slap, and directly slapped Chilong out of the ring: "Talking to me with such an arrogant attitude, isn't this a slap? Do you want me not to slap me in the face?"

Is this a proper attitude not to slap in the face?

Mexico hit your face!

"Next!" Lin Mo stood proudly on the ring with his hands behind his back, waiting for the next opponent to come up and be beaten.

Gao Haoran confiscated Chilong's ten time cards, and at the same time arranged for the second player to enter the ring.

…

One opponent after another, set foot on the betting arena.

There is no suspense that no matter who gets on the ring, they can't catch Lin Mo's move! After all... the gap between these ordinary sophomores and Lin Mo is too great! And it is a full range of gaps in boxing power, fighting skills, etc.!

"Too brutal!"

"It's not at the same level!"

"I am afraid that only the strong three can suppress Lin Mo, right?"

"Too slow!" On the ring, Lin Mo was still not satisfied with the efficiency of the gambling battle.

According to the current efficiency, it will take seven or eight hours to wait for more than 200 gambling battles to be completed?

Isn't that a waste of Mexico's precious time?

Would you like to take a nap today? Would you like to fish for crayfish?

"No, you have to speed up!" Lin Mo secretly said.

He thought about it for a while, and shouted: "Haoran, from now on, don't come one by one! Just make ten groups and put the whole group on the ring!"

Yes! Lin Mo wants to hit ten!

Lin Mo's words directly hurt the fragile self-esteem of the sophomores.

"Damn it! Lin Mo is too contemptuous of others, right?"

"Ten groups of ten in the ring? It's a one-vs-ten rhythm!"

"Lin Mo didn't take us seriously at all!"

"What's the matter, I can't beat Lin Mo head-on, can't ten people fight him together?"

"Beat him! Let Lin Mo know that our sophomores are not easy to bully!"

"Yes! Let him know what happens when he despises us!"

Ten students stepped into the ring full of fighting spirit.

This is also the first time this group of sophomores dared to show fighting intent in front of Lin Mo.

However, the reality is cruel!

As soon as the battle started, these sophomores realized that...their fists and feet fell on Lin Mo, as if they were helping Lin Mo to tickle, and it had no effect at all. But Lin Mo's shot was a punch for a kid!

In less than a minute, Lin Mo beat all ten opponents out of the ring.

The sophomores were terrified!

"Too brutal!"

"Ten hits one! We can't even hurt Lin Mo!"

"The gap between us and Lin Mo's punching power is too great! In front of Lin Mo, our punching power is no threat; and Lin Mo's casual shot is simply not something we can resist !"

"No way!"

In contrast, Lin Mo in the ring is very relaxed.

"One group of ten, the efficiency is directly increased by nearly ten times!" Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

According to this efficiency, the gambling battle that originally took seven or eight hours to end, can’t it be done in one hour?

Gao Haoran is also organizing non-stop: "The next group, go up!"

The ten students in the next group were already gearing up for a lesson there, wanting to teach Lin Mo a lesson; but after seeing the tragic situation in the previous group, they all looked like eggplants beaten by frost, and walked away dejectedly Got beaten up in the ring.

Just like that, one group after another. Soon, there were less than 100 students who had not participated in the gambling battle.

"Next group..."

Gao Haoran was about to call for the next group to come on stage, but was interrupted by Lin Mo.

"Wait!" Lin Mo looked at the remaining ninety classmates and said directly, "Let's all go to school together! Finish the fight early, so I can go back to sleep!"

"All together?"

Gao Haoran was stunned and reminded: "Brother Mo, there are more than 90 people!"

As the saying goes, more ants kill elephants!

No matter how much Gao Haoran believes in Lin Mo's strength, he still can't imagine that Lin Mo can "beat a hundred with one"! What's more, among the more than 90 people, there are several psychic masters like Li Jiaxuan!

Although, weapons cannot be used in gambling battles, which greatly reduces the threat of psychic masters. However, when several psychic masters exerted their psychic power together, they would definitely be able to interfere with Lin Mo's movements!

"Mexico, it's quite difficult to defeat one hundred with one! Or, how about thirty first?" Gao Haoran continued to remind.

"Don't be so troublesome, let's get together!" Lin Mo waved his hand and said.

He has determined that these sophomore students with ordinary strength are absolutely no threat to him; facing them by himself is absolutely crushing, naturally there is no need to continue wasting time.

"Too condescending!"

"Lin Mo doesn't look down on us anymore! He just doesn't treat us like people!"

"As long as Lin Mo still has a little respect for us, he can't be so arrogant!"

"Shouldn't we lose face?"

Nearly 100 sophomore students rushed to the ring in anger, wanting to protect their final dignity as a sophomore.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute crushing from Lin Mo... Let their dignity be crushed to pieces in minutes!

Lin Mo rampaged on the ring, and one after another figure was blasted off the ring like a dumpling.

In a few minutes, only Lin Mo was left on the entire arena.

More than 200 gambling battles were forcibly finished by Lin Mo within dozens of minutes!

"Come on!" Lin Mo clapped the dust on his hands and finished.

Gao Haoran kept running under the ring, sweating out.

"Brother Mo, can't you play a little slower?" Gao Haoran thought out of breath, "I need some time to collect the time card! You play too fast, I'm too busy!"

Gao Haoran never thought that after more than 200 gambling battles... Lin Mo, who was in charge of fighting, was not tired, but he was in charge of collecting time cards.

"Being a dog is not easy!" For some reason, Gao Haoran suddenly had such an idea.

Isn't it? Gao Haoran was almost exhausted!

"I have to practice hard!" Gao Haoran made up his mind, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even be qualified to be a dog for Mexico!"