Chapter 121: Can Use Fire, Can Use Earth, and Knows a Bit of Lightning

Peking University, playground.

"BOOM—!!!"

Massive rotors tore through the air, whipping up a storm of dust.

A military attack helicopter landed with an utterly domineering posture on the central lawn of the playground.

Around the playground,

passing students all halted, staring in stunned silence.

"What the hell? That's an attack helicopter?"

"Are they insane? This is Peking University! The airspace here is a no-fly zone! Who dares fly a military craft straight in?!"

"This is way too arrogant—where are the campus patrol officers? Why aren't they stopping this?!"

Under the stunned gazes of the students,

the cabin door opened.

Lin Mo and the others stepped down from the helicopter.

"Son, I'm off then!"

Lin Tianhao stood at the cabin door, wearing sunglasses, a cigar unlit between his lips, waving at Lin Mo.

"Yeah, got it. Drive safely."

Lin Mo waved goodbye.

The helicopter roared again, lifting off and vanishing gracefully into the horizon.

Only when the helicopter had shrunk to a tiny black dot did Lin Mo finally look away.

Seeing the growing crowd around him and the pointing fingers, Lin Mo sighed helplessly.

On the helicopter, he had already mentioned to his father that landing directly on the campus lawn might be inappropriate.

But his father just shoved the cigar into his mouth and waved his hand:

"What's inappropriate?"

"I'm dropping off my son—what's more natural than that? Who dares complain?"

"If anyone has an issue, let them come find me! I'll see if they're itching for a beating!"

The overwhelming thug-like aura left Lin Mo speechless.

Fine.

You're the Thunder Emperor—you decide.

"Phew…"

At that moment, Han Mengqing patted her chest and exhaled in relief.

"My god… finally gone…"

"Lin Mo, your dad's presence is terrifying. Sitting across from him, I felt like even breathing was wrong—I couldn't even take a full breath."

Han Mengqing grumbled, then suddenly clenched her tiny fists, face flushed with indignation:

"But seriously, those Japanese brats are evil! They pulled off an assassination!"

"I say we let Uncle Lin lead a force straight over and sink that damn island! See if they dare act up again!"

Han Mengyao glanced at her sister and tapped her head:

"You're thinking too simply."

"The ocean hides countless terrors."

"The sea remains a forbidden zone humanity has never controlled. Deep beneath, ancient legendary sea beasts lurk."

"Launching a cross-sea campaign risks encountering a beast tide—losses would be incalculable."

Here, Han Mengyao paused, her expression growing more serious:

"Besides, Japan isn't as weak as it seems. They have top-tier experts too. Crossing the sea isn't just about the ocean's terrors—even if we reach their territory, we'd be fighting on their home ground, at a terrible cost."

Han Mengqing nodded slowly, half-understanding:

"So that's how it is… the sea's that dangerous?"

But then she huffed, still dissatisfied:

"So we just let it slide?"

"Of course not."

Lin Mo picked up the thread: "We can't cross the sea, but we'll meet them on the Ten Thousand Nations Arena."

"If they want to play, we'll play them properly there."

Han Mengqing's eyes lit up as she waved her fists:

"Yes! Smash them into the ground on the arena! Make them understand why flowers are red!"

"Absolutely."

Lin Mo smiled.

At that moment,

【'Fireball Spell' rolled wildly: Hungry! Hungry! I want to eat 'Braised Fire Demon Beef Tendon'!】

【'Earth Shield Spell' joined in: Master! Master! I'm hungry too! I want to eat dirt!】

Lin Mo's lip twitched.

These bastards only think of food after a fight.

He soothed them internally:

"Alright, alright, we're going to eat—stop yelling."

Lin Mo turned to the three girls:

"Uh, I'm heading to the cafeteria for a meal. You guys?"

"Me too! Me too!"

Han Mengqing was the first to agree.

Han Mengyao and Chu Lingxuan nodded as well—they were all hungry after the ordeal.

The four of them headed toward the Longyuan Pavilion cafeteria.

…

Nearby, on the playground bleachers,

three students watched the retreating backs of Lin Mo's group.

The one in the middle was a short-haired, sharp-eyed male—Shen Jun, leader of the second-year ordinary students at Peking University.

To his left was the long-haired senior who had greeted the freshmen, Gu Qingge.

To his right stood a tall, slender male with an air of arrogance—Zhou Kai.

"Hmph. What a showy entrance."

Zhou Kai leaned against the railing, tone dripping with disdain:

"Flying a helicopter straight onto campus? Are the Dragon Order Class students really this arrogant now? Do they treat Peking University like their backyard?"

Gu Qingge chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear:

"Shen Jun, the leader there is Lin Mo—the top-ranked student of this year's Dragon Order Class."

"The three girls beside him are Han Mengyao at rank three, Chu Lingxuan at rank four, and Han Mengqing at rank fifteen."

"So he's the number one, Lin Mo?"

Shen Jun narrowed his eyes, fingers lightly tapping the railing.

Gu Qingge watched the group disappear into the distance and said:

"Judging by their direction, they're heading to the cafeteria."

Shen Jun adjusted his collar, speaking coolly:

"Perfect. I'm hungry too."

"Let's go. Let's meet this 'number one.' The freshman trials are coming—since we're senior representatives, we should size them up."

With that, Shen Jun strode toward the cafeteria.

Zhou Kai and Gu Qingge exchanged glances and followed.

…

Longyuan Pavilion Cafeteria.

This was the most luxurious cafeteria at Peking University.

More than a cafeteria, it resembled a five-star upscale restaurant.

Lin Mo and the others found a window-side table and sat down.

Looking at the lavish spread, even Han Mengyao, who had seen plenty, couldn't help but be surprised.

"This… this is too extravagant."

"This meal… must cost a fortune."

Chu Lingxuan whispered.

"Who cares? It's free! Dragon Order Class privilege!"

Han Mengqing didn't care at all—she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

In Lin Mo's mind, his spells had gone wild.

【'Fireball Spell' roared: That chicken! The flaming chicken! Shove it in my mouth! Hurry! Hurry!】

【'Earth Shield Spell' drooled: That pangolin looks so delicious… Master, hurry up, hurry up!】

【"Thunder Strike Technique": That eel... isn't bad either.】

Lin Mo was torn between laughter and tears.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of lava chicken, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Hey, juniors, mind if we join your table?"

A voice sounded beside him.

Lin Mo paused, looked up.

Three people in ordinary class uniforms approached, carrying trays.

Shen Jun wore a polished smile.

Gu Qingge and Zhou Kai followed silently behind.

Though they were second-year seniors, they dared not act presumptuous before this group of "privileged" Dragon Order Class students.

Lin Mo swallowed the chicken, gestured at the dozens of empty tables around them.

"There are plenty of seats here. Must we share a table?"

Shen Jun's smile stiffened slightly.

This guy really doesn't give an inch of face.

But he dared not react, so he spoke even more politely:

"Haha, meals are more fun with company, and we just wanted to observe the flair of this year's Dragon Order Class."

Carefully, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Gu Qingge and Zhou Kai followed suit, keeping their distance.

Seeing this, Lin Mo said nothing more.

After all, their attitude was polite—no one hits a smiling face.

Shen Jun smiled and introduced himself:

"Hello, I'm Shen Jun from the second-year ordinary class, representative of the second-year seniors. These two are Gu Qingge and Zhou Kai."

"Senior Shen, pleasure to meet you."

Lin Mo nodded politely, replied, then returned to eating.

There was no choice—his inner gluttons were pressing too hard.

The other three women also gave slight nods in greeting.

Shen Jun looked at Lin Mo and said:

"Young Master Lin, I've heard you're number one in this year's Dragon Order Class. Long time admirer."

"Mm."

Lin Mo, mouth full of meat, replied vaguely.

"Mages are the core of any team."

Shen Jun smiled, pointing at Lin Mo's dish, "I see you're eating Lava Chicken—strong fire element. You're Fire-affinity, right?"

"Yes, Fire-affinity."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Then your Fire-affinity must be at its peak."

Shen Jun probed further, tone laced with flattery, "But if you only master Fire, you couldn't rank first in Dragon Order Class. You must have other affinities too?"

Lin Mo put down his chopsticks, took a sip of drink.

He looked at Shen Jun, clearly understanding.

This guy was here to scout for the upcoming freshman trials.

But Lin Mo didn't care.

Go ahead and scout—before absolute power, all probing is futile.

"Mm, I know a bit of Earth too."

Lin Mo admitted frankly.

"Oh? Dual-affinity mage?"

Shen Jun's eyes flickered with surprise, then he praised, "Fire and Earth—offense and defense balanced. Impressive. Anything else?"

Lin Mo thought, then pointed at the Thunder Eel on his plate:

"And a bit of Lightning."

"..."