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**Chapter 1173: Keep Up the Good Work, Strive for Improvement**

Wang Xing's face suddenly turned pale. Lin Moyu's eyes glowed red, as if two knives had pierced his head and soul.

He wasn't afraid of death; throughout his cultivation journey, he had faced death many times. But he didn't want to die in such a humiliating way. Now, he had no way out. Once the skeleton locked onto him, there was no escape.

He used all his defensive treasures, but they couldn't withstand a few punches from the skeleton. The skeleton before him seemed to defy the rules, too terrifying. Lin Moyu's heart stirred, and a wave of death energy quickly spread, silently enveloping Wang Xing. The hall was already filled with death energy, so Lin Moyu's actions went unnoticed. Even Wang Xing himself only felt a bit cold, unaware of what Lin Moyu had done.

As soon as the death energy enveloped Wang Xing, the skeleton suddenly bypassed him and looked to the other side, finally locking onto an Iron Bear tribesman.

The Iron Bear tribesman had just been relieved that the skeleton hadn't chosen him, but now disaster struck. The skeleton moved, and the Iron Bear tribesman screamed, throwing a large knife that slashed at the skeleton while quickly retreating.

He knew his speed wasn't fast enough to escape, so he chose to fight back. The large knife was a high-level treasure, but it was easily shattered by the skeleton.

At this moment, everyone realized that the chosen Iron Bear tribesman was actually a God King, and not a low-level one. Unfortunately, even a God King had to die here. The skeleton was too strong, with no visible limits.

Wang Xing's chest heaved, his body drenched in sweat. The feeling of escaping death was something only he could understand.

Lin Moyu chuckled, "Elder Wang has a long life ahead, you'll be fine."

Wang Xing awkwardly laughed, "I was really lucky this time."

Lin Moyu chuckled, "Elder Wang has always been lucky."

Lin Moyu had just tried to see if the death energy would work. Under the death energy, Wang Xing might have been mistaken for a dead person. Even if it didn't work, Lin Moyu wouldn't have just watched Wang Xing die. He would have unleashed his undead army. Even if they couldn't defeat the skeleton, they could at least buy time until the incense stick burned out. But since the death energy worked, Lin Moyu didn't need to act.

He used the death energy to envelop himself and Wang Xing, ensuring the skeleton wouldn't choose them. As for the others, they were none of his concern.

The Iron Bear tribesman wasn't known for speed. After a series of struggles, he was finally killed by the skeleton in 35 seconds.

At this point, there were still over 300 seconds left, and the incense stick had only burned a bit more than a third.

The skeleton chose its next target, and everyone was on edge, fearing they would be next.

Only Lin Moyu remained calm.

Wang Xing asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Lin Moyu chuckled, "What's the use of being afraid? What will come, will come."

Wang Xing pondered Lin Moyu's words, "Indeed, young friend, I admire your courage."

One by one, those chosen by the skeleton were chased and killed in despair.

As the incense stick burned down to its last quarter, Lin Moyu estimated there were about 100 seconds left.

By this time, more than half of the people had died.

In the hall, including Lin Moyu and Wang Xing, only ten people remained.

Among them, three were demons, and the other five were from various other races.

At this moment, the phantom on the throne suddenly moved, and its voice sounded again, "In the last hundred seconds, reinforcements have arrived."

As the words fell, the throne lit up again, and another skeleton appeared in the hall.

Instantly, the number of chasing skeletons doubled from one to two.

The new skeleton didn't lock onto a new target but joined the first skeleton in chasing the same person.

The two skeletons coordinated, and the chosen person lasted less than 20 seconds before dying in despair.

The addition of the new skeleton greatly increased the difficulty of the game.

No one could resist; they could only accept their fate.

In the last 100 seconds, three more people were killed.

When the incense stick burned out, both skeletons disappeared simultaneously, leaving only six survivors.

Lin Moyu and Wang Xing were unharmed, and two demons remained, one from the Hell lineage and one from the Abyss lineage.

Additionally, one person each from the Tenglong tribe and the Giant Ant tribe survived.

The four survivors were filled with joy at having escaped death.

Lin Moyu shook his head slightly, thinking that these four were already dead in his eyes.

If there were no more games, they would die by his hand.

If there were more games, they would be cannon fodder, dying in the games.

It was with the intention of using them as cannon fodder that Lin Moyu hadn't acted when he first entered the hall.

Rules? What rules!

In the great world, the strongest fist makes the rules.

If not for the game, the eight demons would have already attacked them.

"Congratulations, you have escaped the soldiers' pursuit. Now, you will be rewarded and given certificates."

Lin Moyu was puzzled. Rewards were one thing, but what was the point of certificates?

It felt like they were being treated like children.

Several beams of light shot out from the throne, transforming into fist-sized diamond-shaped crystals in the air.

Next to the crystals were indeed certificates.

The certificates were made of special red paper, with the words, "Congratulations on winning the game of soldiers and thieves. Here is your reward and certificate. Keep up the good work, strive for improvement."

Lin Moyu was speechless. The rewards and certificates looked like they were meant for children.

He suddenly realized that the manor was actually a playground.

"Could it be that the manor was originally a place for the owner to play games with his descendants?"

"After the great battle, the manor's rules changed, becoming dangerous."

Lin Moyu felt his guess was close to the truth; otherwise, the current situation couldn't be explained.

If this were true, those who died were truly unfortunate.

Lin Moyu reluctantly accepted the crystal and certificate.

The crystal was identical to the one he had obtained earlier, making two now, but he still didn't know their purpose.

"What is this?" Wang Xing asked, holding his reward and certificate, still in shock.

Everything that had happened was too bizarre.

"What nonsense!"

"After all that, this is the reward."

"Keep up the good work, strive for improvement, my foot!"

The survivors complained.

Lin Moyu suddenly realized something was wrong.

"No, there's a problem."

"The words on the certificate are written in ancient Chinese, completely different from the great world's script."

"How can they read it?"

Lin Moyu's eyes shifted, and he asked Wang Xing, "Elder Wang, don't you find the words on the certificate strange?"

Wang Xing looked puzzled, "No, it's just the common script of the great world."

Lin Moyu had seen the common script of the great world, and it was nothing like this.

He pondered for a moment, wondering if everyone saw different scripts.

But he couldn't explain it.

At this moment, the phantom spoke again, "Winners, you can now use the crystals to exchange for what you want."

"You know the rules. Think of what you want, and your wish might come true!"

As the words fell, the phantom disappeared.

The throne projected a light screen, with a crystal-shaped hole in the center.