Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 172 --Iverson — I’m Unstoppable!

Around the cave,

Every swing of Iverson’s sword clearly felt more powerful than the last!

This unprecedented thrill made him nearly want to shout out loud:

"Yes! This feels amazing!"

"Don’t run! Keep dueling me!"

At the same time, Iverson’s points skyrocketed as if propelled by a rocket.

At this moment, all the Deathborn were stunned.

Their respawn time, though short, meant there weren’t many of them.

Even if ten Deathborn were joined by newly infected ones, the total barely reached around thirty.

And Caelan’s previous [Infinite Lightblade] had already wiped out more than half of them.

The remaining few respawned, fought Iverson, got killed again, waited to respawn, and then got slaughtered once more...

It was as if they were caught in an endless loop, trying to escape, but utterly powerless.

Meanwhile, at the resurrection runes, the faint, flickering azure light finally stopped wavering and shone brightly.

In the next moment, the figure of the Deathborn King appeared once again.

Seeing his companions being sent to their deaths one after another, it was as if he was witnessing a Huluwa-style "Grandpa Rescue" gone horribly wrong.

Guys, don’t do this! Keep going like this, and what’s left to fight for?!

No... we must change tactics!

With that thought, the Deathborn King immediately began giving orders to the other Deathborn to stay close to him.

Although he couldn’t issue absolute commands, his presence granted nearby Deathborn a beneficial buff, which was enough for some to obey his orders.

"That guy Caelan is indeed difficult to deal with. Our strength is too weak to defeat them completely."

"But... we can use a flanking strategy. First, we grow the Deathborn’s numbers!"

"I refuse to believe that even if we reach 200 Deathborn, we won’t be able to take them down!"

After settling on this strategy, the Deathborn King immediately set out to hunt down isolated awakeners.

More than half of the Deathborn agreed to this plan.

Even the regular awakeners who had been watching from the sidelines were forced to join the battle.

For a moment, the intensity of the fighting on Iverson’s side actually eased a bit.

Iverson, wielding his greatsword, now waited for the Deathborn to come to him.

He panted heavily, but his face radiated pride.

"Hmph... I thought they’d be tougher. Turns out, that’s all there is to them!"

"I haven’t even gone all out yet, and they’re already useless!"

He was brimming with arrogance, and inside, he felt exhilarated.

Before this, he had endured ten full rounds of [Deathborn Paradise] trials.

Without exception, every round required careful, cautious movements.

This time, however, following cousin Caelan, he was just slaughtering without restraint!

And though his stats and attribute points hadn’t changed on paper, his swordsmanship, guided by Caelan’s tips, had improved dramatically.

Let’s put it this way: Iverson’s raw stats remained the same as before the trial.

But now, he could easily take on 1v10 his previous self!

Still, he had a small regret.

The Deathborn seemed to have learned their lesson and were no longer coming to surround him.

This left Iverson, wielding his greatsword, with nothing to do.

On the other side, Caelan seemed to see through Iverson’s thoughts. He lifted a hand and patted Iverson’s shoulder.

"Iverson, don’t be in such a rush."

"Wait until these Deathborn grow stronger — wouldn’t it be more efficient to take them down then?"

"Think of them like fat sheep in a pasture. Give them time to grow, and they’ll provide more meat!"

"Seems like you really enjoy this trial, huh?"

Iverson paused for a moment, instinctively nodding, and put down his longsword.

He had never encountered a trial like [Deathborn Paradise] before.

And it was utterly addictive, almost impossible for him to pull away from.

Seeing Iverson’s still-absorbed expression, Caelan couldn’t help but think quietly:

This thing is really addictive...

But he has to pace himself. Don’t burn out!

With that in mind, Caelan turned to Iverson seriously and said:

"I know this trial is fun, but you also need to pay attention to your body."

"After this round, step out, rest a bit, then come back in."

Iverson, however, widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously:

"Cousin Caelan, don’t joke!"

"The tickets to [Void Frontier] are so expensive — it’s not easy for me to get in!!"

Caelan paused for a moment.

Fifty million gold coins... is that really expensive?

Wait, I kinda got my ticket for free... oh, never mind!

Well, apparently not every second-generation Grey family member is as rich as he is.

Thinking of this, Caelan felt even more gratitude toward his grandfather and maternal grandfather.

"Alright, just take care of yourself, don’t get too carried away, and act within your limits."

Relieved that Caelan hadn’t forced him, Iverson patted his chest. Despite two dark circles under his eyes, he remained energetic and said:

"Don’t worry, Cousin Caelan. I’ve got this under control."

Caelan nodded, saying no more, and turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield.

That Deathborn King was something else!

In such a short time, he had made the regular awakeners cry out in terror.

Normally, awakeners have the advantage, and their win rate is around 90%.

But under the Deathborn King’s leadership, this round could turn in favor of the Deathborn!

Now that’s interesting, isn’t it?

Nearly 200 Deathborn attacking simultaneously — the points could skyrocket!

Even though a single Deathborn only gave 1,000 points, remember: every ten Deathborn, one randomly becomes a Deathborn King.

Point farming efficiency could literally multiply by 20!

Iverson’s eyes stayed locked on the battlefield.

Although his earlier fight with the Deathborn boosted his confidence, he watched as their numbers grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they had already surpassed 100.

Could he really defeat them all?

For a brief moment, Iverson hesitated — but he quickly regained his composure.

Why overthink it?

Cousin Caelan is right here — why worry at all?

In [Deathborn Paradise], the tide was turning against the regular awakeners.

Although these awakeners were still fighting, they were clearly starting to fall behind.

Yet, not all of them were weaklings.