Chapter 135: Lin Mo, You Didn't Go All Out, Right?

"Boom—!!!"

Countless sharp rock spears shot toward Ye Kong like a rainstorm.

Amidst this dense rain of rock spears, there were also raging fireballs and fire feathers.

This terrifying firepower coverage directly raised towering waves of heat and shockwaves.

Ye Kong didn't even have time to think.

His proud spatial movement technique had no space to dodge in the face of this all-encompassing, no-dead-angle assault.

The next second.

A dazzling white light suddenly shot skyward.

That was the sign of 【Soul Shelter】 being passively triggered.

The white light quickly condensed, turning into a giant cocoon of light that wrapped Ye Kong inside, finally crashing onto the ground.

Xu Wenchang stood on the sidelines, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Although he had long foreseen the result, this process... was simply too brutal.

He took a deep breath and announced loudly:

"The outcome is decided!"

"The winner, Lin Mo!"

Almost the instant the words fell.

Director Su, who had been waiting on the side, tapped her toe, flashed forward, and arrived beside Ye Kong.

Waves of healing spells sprinkled onto the light cocoon.

In the stands.

"Holy crap..."

"Is this Lin Mo's true strength? This firepower coverage... is it really that damn outrageous?!"

"Too fierce... really too fierce..."

"Wait, are there really level 26 mages with this many skills?"

The students stood one by one, dumbfounded.

They looked at the figure hovering in the air in the arena, their eyes full of awe.

If before, when Lin Mo used melee combat to instantly kill Ye Kong, they still thought it was a trick, an information gap.

Then this time.

It was a solid, crushing blow!

It was an all-around, despair-inducing gap in strength!

Immediately after.

After the shock passed.

Someone suddenly slapped his thigh, letting out a wail:

"My money!!!!"

This wail instantly woke everyone up.

"It's over... all over... my living expenses!"

"Lost again! Damn lost again! Ye Kong, you fool! How could you not hold on?!"

"Crooked bookies! The crooked bookies won again! This is absolutely a script! I don't accept it!"

Everyone looked ashen, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Two bets, two all-ins.

They thought it was the recovery round, but ended up sent straight to the crematorium.

And on the other side.

Han Mengqing clutched that small notebook, now densely covered in writing, tightly, her whole body unable to stop laughing.

"We're rich... this time we're really rich! Hahaha!"

Han Mengqing's eyes shone, drool almost dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Slap!"

Han Mengyao slapped the back of her head, not at all polite:

"Did you fall into a money eye? Does our family lack food or clothes for you? Is it necessary to be like a money grubber?"

Seeing her sister's pitiful state, Han Mengyao simply couldn't help but act.

Han Mengqing pouted, looking completely unconvinced:

"That's different!"

"The family's money is the family's; this is what I earned with my own skills!"

"Besides, who would ever dislike having too much money? This is my own hard-earned sweat money!"

Han Mengyao sneered, ruthlessly exposing her:

"You earned it? What does that have to do with you?"

"Wasn't it the great Lin Mo who won by strength? At best, you're just a money collector; how dare you call it sweat money?"

Hearing this, Han Mengqing puffed out her small chest and refuted with righteous indignation:

"How is it not related!"

"Without my exquisite acting, without the perfect coordination between me and the great Lin Mo, could we have scooped up this wave of money?"

"Ha... heh."

Han Mengyao laughed in frustration.

Chu Lingxuan, standing nearby, hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, speaking softly:

"Alright, alright, Sister Mengyao, don't be angry. Mengqing just wanted to earn a bit more money to ease the family's burden."

In the center of the arena.

Under Director Su's powerful healing, the white light cocoon slowly dispersed.

Most of the injuries on Ye Kong's body had already healed,

but he did not stand up.

He simply lay there on the cold ground, his eyes hollowly gazing at the sky.

He lost.

He lost again.

From childhood to now, whether in studies, gaming, or actual combat, he had never lost so badly.

He had never... lost with such complete inability to fight back.

That deep sense of powerlessness was like a Great Mountain, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.

"Why did this happen..."

Ye Kong muttered to himself, his mindset teetering on the edge of collapse.

Just then.

Lin Mo walked over.

His handsome face blocked out the blinding sunlight.

"Yo, Master Ye?"

"What's wrong? Is the ground cool, and you want to lie here a bit longer?"

Hearing that slightly teasing voice.

Ye Kong propped himself up, looked at Lin Mo, and gave a bitter smile: "Lin Mo, did you come specifically to watch me make a fool of myself?"

Lin Mo shrugged and patted Ye Kong's shoulder:

"How could I?"

"Victory and defeat are common among soldiers."

"Besides, your technique of continuous strikes from a distance was indeed quite fierce. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I really would have been hit by you."

What Lin Mo said was half true and half false.

Mainly to save face for this proud classmate.

However.

Ye Kong raised his head and stared fixedly at Lin Mo's eyes.

After a moment, he said seriously:

"Hit? Heh, stop talking nonsense."

"Lin Mo, I can feel it; your true strength is far beyond this."

"Those rock spears and fireballs filling the sky just now, you actually held back, didn't you?"

"If you wanted to, you had more than enough firepower to cover me until my Void Stealth ended; I had absolutely no chance to jump out of your firepower circle."

Although Ye Kong was proud, he was not stupid.

Lin Mo's battle process was clearly one of playing from start to finish.

Only he had fought with all his might.

Yet even with all his might, he still had absolutely no ability to fight back.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, what was said was not wrong.

Just now, he had simply wanted to test his new skill, so he hadn't continued covering the firepower circle.

Ye Kong took a deep breath, gave a bitter smile, and then stood up from the ground.

At this moment,

Wang Dawei ran over and supported Ye Kong:

"Brother Kong! Are you okay?"

Ye Kong pushed Wang Dawei's hand away and straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes.

He looked at Lin Mo and smiled freely:

"I'm fine."

"It's just losing to a monster; it's not shameful."

Having finished speaking,

Ye Kong's expression became serious.

"Lin Mo, this time I lost with complete conviction."

"From today on, you are the class monitor of the Long Xu Ban."

"I, Ye Kong, accept the outcome of the bet; from now on, any order you give, I will execute unconditionally!"

Looking at the young man before him who could take responsibility and let go, a hint of appreciation flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

Although this guy was a bit arrogant, he at least understood the situation.

"Alright."

Lin Mo was not pretentious either; he smiled and nodded:

"Then I'll take the role of class monitor for now."

"But don't think you're off the hook—you're the vice monitor from now on."

"All the annoying little tasks—running errands, organizing things—they're all yours."

"I'm just lazy; I only handle fighting."

Ye Kong heard this, paused in surprise, then smiled helplessly:

"You really aren't mincing words... Fine, vice monitor I am—chores are on me."