Chapter 120: I'm This Strong — How Could Lin Mo Not Bring Me Along!

Lin Tianhao pulled out a staff radiating an orange glow.

The top of the staff was set with a fiery-red gemstone, shimmering with flowing light — clearly no ordinary item.

He raised his eyebrows smugly:

"Hehe, this is the good stuff your old man happened to get this time — 【Blazing Burst · Destroyer Staff】, level 25, Legendary quality!"

"So? Worthy of you, right?"

Lin Mo looked at his old man's 'praise me quick' expression, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Legendary-grade equipment was indeed extremely rare.

However…

Lin Mo silently pulled out the big fellow he'd dropped in the Temple Team Fuben.

Hum——!!!

As the staff was drawn out, a dragon's might instantly spread outward.

Thunder and blazing flames intertwined and coiled along the shaft; the head of the staff was a dragon-heart crystal.

The smile on Lin Tianhao's face froze.

After checking the attributes of Lin Mo's staff, he sucked in a sharp breath:

"Holy crap, where did this come from?"

Lin Mo scratched his head and said with a smile:

"Dad, what a coincidence — I just dropped it in the Temple Team Fuben. Mythic-grade, level 25 staff."

Lin Tianhao felt a little awkward.

He, the great Lei Di, had wanted to give his son a nice gift and show off a bit, and the result was… being shown up by his own son?

Xu Wenchang beside them simply couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing with a snort.

"Hahahaha! Old Lin, oh Old Lin, look at how you handled this."

"You bust your butt for ages, and the kid just runs one Team Fuben and pulls out a Mythic-grade. You're not much of a dad, huh."

"A Mythic-grade weapon — that's the highest quality there is, aside from exclusive weapons."

Lin Tianhao's old face reddened, feeling his pride couldn't quite hold up.

No — he had to save face!

He looked at Lin Mo and declared solemnly:

"Son, since you've already awakened your special skill, you'll definitely need more elemental shards — leave this to your old man!"

"Your old man will find a way to get you some shards!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo was overjoyed at once:

"Thanks, Dad! Dad, you're the man!"

Lin Tianhao had finally salvaged a bit of his dignity; a smug smile reappeared on his face.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late."

Xu Wenchang glanced at the sky and said, "Old Lin, drop these kids off back to the capital on your way."

Lin Tianhao was taken aback:

"What about you? You're not coming back with us?"

Xu Wenchang shook his head, his gaze turning toward the direction of Tianbei City, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes:

"I still need to stay and deal with a few things."

"This Tianbei City has been turned into a cesspool by these parasites."

"Even a major guild of several thousand members like the Mad Shark Guild dares to openly commit treason — there have to be plenty of dirty debts behind this."

"Since I'm here, I'll clean things up along the way. On the soil of the Dragon Nation, there's no room for these backstabbing dogs."

Hearing this, Lin Tianhao nodded solemnly:

"Indeed, it's time for a cleanup. These bastards have had it too easy for too long — they've all forgotten whose lives bought them these peaceful days."

"Alright, then I'll leave things here to you."

"Don't worry."

After a brief farewell.

Not far away, the rotors of a military armed helicopter began to slowly spin.

Lin Tianhao took Lin Mo and the other four aboard the aircraft.

Xu Wenchang watched the helicopter fly off until it became a tiny black dot.

He turned around, looked at Shanben Jianyi lying on the ground like a dead dog, and then looked toward Tianbei City in the distance.

His once-gentle gaze instantly turned as cold and grim as ice.

……

Capital University, Long Xu Ban exclusive villa district.

At this moment, in front of an extremely luxurious villa.

Three figures were standing together.

Gu Qingge pointed at the villa ahead and said:

"Junior Ye, this is your Villa No. 2. As for Junior Wang, your Villa No. 7 is over there."

"Our Long Xu Ban villas are assigned by ranking — the higher the ranking, the lower the villa number."

At this point, Gu Qingge glanced at the two of them, a hint of playfulness in her tone:

"The 'Freshman Trial' in a few days will be a good chance for you to show your strength."

"Although… by past tradition, freshmen usually have absolutely no ability to fight back against the upperclassmen."

"But this senior is still quite optimistic about you new students this year."

"After all, your batch is famously known as 'The Descent of the Gods'!"

"I hope when the time comes, you can hold out a bit longer and not lose too embarrassingly, or this senior will be very disappointed."

Although Gu Qingge's words were polite, the superior air unique to senior students could not be concealed no matter what.

After saying that,

Gu Qingge gracefully waved her hand, turned around, and left.

Watching the departing figure.

Among the two, a broad-shouldered, thick-backed student snorted coldly and curled his lip:

"Hmph, what kind of thing is that. That tea-bagging attitude made my fists clench."

"And she wants us to hold out longer?"

"Pah! When the time comes, who's beating who isn't certain yet!"

Ye Kong furrowed his brow, reached out to pat Wang Dawei's shoulder, and said lightly:

"Dawei, watch your words."

"Although I also can't stand her attitude, we need to have some breeding."

"However…"

A confident smile curled at the corner of Ye Kong's mouth. "She's right, the trial is indeed an opportunity. When the time comes, I'll let these seniors know what a true genius is."

Wang Dawei grinned sheepishly:

"That's right! Brother Kong, you're an SSS-rank Space-type! What do those seniors count for!"

"By the way, Brother Kong, what are we doing now? Go back to the villa and sleep?"

Ye Kong shook his head.

His gaze was cast toward the neighboring Villa No. 1.

"No rush."

"Since we're here, we naturally have to pay a visit to that classmate Lin Mo, who's ranked first."

Ye Kong tidied his collar.

Although deep down he refused to accept Lin Mo as the top ranker.

After all, he was an extremely rare Space-type, while Lin Mo was just a blank-slate mage.

But he also understood that the rankings were definitely not randomly assigned.

Perhaps, this blank-slate mage Lin Mo had some unique qualities.

"Whether it's the upcoming so-called freshman trial, or the Team Fuben and the World Battlefield after that, we need to form a fixed team."

"We can find Lin Mo to form a fixed team."

Hearing this.

Wang Dawei was somewhat puzzled:

"Brother Kong, a team only has four people. I'm the tank, you're the DPS. Adding another DPS, isn't this team composition a bit unreasonable?"

Ye Kong waved his hand.

"That also depends on the situation. A dual-DPS team formed by the first and second ranked doesn't need a warrior."

"Oh, oh…"

Wang Dawei nodded with a half-understanding look.

Ye Kong paid him no heed, walked confidently toward Villa No. 1, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong—"

No one answered.

He rang again.

Still no one.

Ye Kong was stunned for a moment. "Not here?"

He thought for a bit, then turned and walked toward the neighboring Villa No. 3 and Villa No. 4.

As a result, after ringing doorbells all around, no one was home.

Ye Kong stood at the empty intersection of the villa area, somewhat at a loss.

Wang Dawei scratched his head, then suddenly slapped his own forehead:

"Holy crap! Brother Kong, you think… they couldn't have already formed a team and gone out to grind dungeons to practice together, right?"

"…"

Hearing this, Ye Kong furrowed his brow.

He, who had been first in everything since childhood, had been isolated?

"Impossible…"

"I'm a Space-type… such a powerful teammate, how could they possibly not bring me along?"

"Ah, this… Brother Kong, let's not get angry, let's not get angry. If it's really like that, then they're the ones who are blind!"

Wang Dawei gently patted Ye Kong's back, soothing him.