Chapter 151: It Was My Voice Too Loud—The Thunder Element Fragment Belongs to Lin Mo!

The top level of the viewing platform.

Zhang Daoyuan silently watched the enormous skin above the square, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

What the hell?

High-level skill?

Thunder element?

"Old Xu…"

After a long silence, Zhang Daoyuan turned his head. "What's going on with Lin Mo?"

Hearing Zhang Daoyuan's question.

Xu Wenchang chuckled. "Didn't I already tell you? Lin Mo's mastery of the thunder element is no worse than his fire element."

"I told you not to bulge your eyes out, and you still didn't believe me."

"Bullshit!"

Zhang Daoyuan finally burst out with a curse.

"You call this 'no worse than fire element'? That's a high-level skill! Pure high-level thunder element skill—【Heaven's Punishment: Thunder Cloud Hell】!"

"A freshman under level thirty, mastering a fire special skill is one thing—but now he's also mastered a high-level skill in another element system?"

"Don't tell me you knew he could do this all along?"

Zhang Daoyuan stared at Xu Wenchang, waiting for his reply.

Xu Wenchang's hand trembled slightly.

Though his expression remained calm, the internal curses in his mind were no less loud than Zhang Daoyuan's.

He had no idea whatsoever!

Just two days ago, Lin Mo could only use mid-level thunder element skills.

How did he suddenly produce a high-level skill today?

Woke up one day with a mid-level fire skill and a high-level thunder skill?

Does this kid learn skills through dreams?

"Heh, Old Zhang, to be honest, I didn't know he had a high-level skill—but…"

"It's actually normal for Lin Mo."

"Normal?"

"Normal my ass!"

Zhang Daoyuan widened his eyes. "That's a high-level skill! Who can master it without seventy or eighty levels? Can you?"

"I can't, but Lin Mo can."

Xu Wenchang gave a light laugh, speaking calmly. "You just aren't used to it. Lin Mo always likes to surprise people. You'll get used to it. You'll get used to it."

"… "

Zhang Daoyuan was left speechless.

Get used to it?

How do you get used to that?

A person under thirty mastering so many mid-level skills is one thing—he even has Elemental Body, and now he's pulling out high-level skills?

I can't even imagine—next month, he'll probably unlock Elemental Substitute, right?

Just as Zhang Daoyuan felt his worldview teetering on collapse,

"Enough. You're old enough to stop acting so shocked."

Guhe spoke slowly, interrupting their conversation.

He turned his head slowly, his deep gaze fixed on Zhang Daoyuan.

"Old Zhang."

"Now, do you think this 【Thunder Element Fragment】 as a trial reward…"

Guhe's lips curled slightly. "Does Lin Mo deserve it?"

When this question was posed, the viewing room fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Daoyuan stared at the large screen.

Recalling how just minutes ago he had been utterly certain Lin Mo would lose.

Now, thinking back,

He felt his face burn with shame.

Zhang Daoyuan took a deep breath and let out a bitter laugh:

"Principal."

"I admit—I spoke too loudly before."

"Given Lin Mo's current potential, his comprehension and talent, there isn't a second person like him in the entire world."

Zhang Daoyuan paused, his tone turning resolute:

"If this Thunder Element Fragment isn't given to him, it would be… a waste of heaven's gift!"

Hearing Zhang Daoyuan's sincere admission, Xu Wenchang immediately beamed.

"That's the spirit!"

Xu Wenchang stepped forward and patted Zhang Daoyuan's shoulder. "Old Zhang, broaden your horizons. As teachers, we must look further ahead."

"Do you believe me? When this kid steps onto the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, he'll slaughter those foreign devils without mercy."

Zhang Daoyuan shot Xu Wenchang a disgruntled glance but said nothing in return.

He knew—given Lin Mo's current performance—Xu Wenchang was speaking the truth.

At that moment,

The viewing room's door was slowly pushed open from outside.

Hearing the sound,

Zhang Daoyuan instinctively turned his head.

When he saw the figure standing at the doorway, he froze, then blurted out in surprise:

"Han Laoshi?"

Hearing this address,

Guhe and Xu Wenchang both turned their heads toward the door.

A woman of extraordinary height stood there.

She wore a dark blue trench coat over a pure white high-collared sweater.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin glowing white.

Most striking was her snow-white long hair.

Looking at this familiar yet utterly lifeless face, Xu Wenchang's smile faded, his expression turning complex.

"Xiao Xue, you've come out of seclusion?"

Guhe looked at Han Xue at the door, his tone carrying the warmth of an elder.

Zhang Daoyuan, now recovered, quickly straightened his clothes. "Han Laoshi, long time no see. What brings you to the freshman trial viewing platform today?"

In response to Zhang Daoyuan's greeting, Han Xue merely nodded slightly.

She stepped forward with long legs, walking straight to their side, her gaze fixed on the large screen above the square.

On the screen, Lin Mo was racing toward the Heroic Capital, his back sprouting wings of blazing flame.

After a long silence,

Han Xue turned her head toward Guhe.

"Principal, I want Lin Mo as my personal disciple."

At these words, everyone froze.

The first to react was Xu Wenchang.

"No!"

Xu Wenchang's voice rang out firmly: "I refuse!"

Han Xue slowly lifted her eyes, gazing calmly at Xu Wenchang.

"Xiao Xue, you can't fool me."

Xu Wenchang's tone grew heavy:

"You don't want to take him as a disciple—you want to turn him into a blade to kill for you."

Xu Wenchang bluntly exposed Han Xue's true intent.

Looking at Han Xue's pale face, Xu Wenchang felt deep helplessness and sorrow.

Han Xue, the youngest and most gifted ice mage in Dragon Nation.

Born with an extraordinarily terrifying affinity for ice elements, she had even created multiple ice skills through her exceptional comprehension—astonishingly brilliant.

Yet ten years ago, her parents were ambushed and brutally murdered on the Advanced Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield by the elite squad of the American absolute rulers, the Adams Family.

Three years ago, her thunder-element prodigy younger brother was tortured to death on the level thirty Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield by another Adams Family squad.

Han Xue's hair turned white overnight.

But the Adams Family of America was immensely powerful.

And countless terrors lurked upon the seas.

Dragon Nation could never wage war across the ocean for her sake.

After all, in the Wanguo Battlefield, life and death are one's own responsibility—a tacit rule upheld by multiple nations.

Though she was powerful, she could not cross the sea alone to seek revenge.

This became an almost unsolvable deadlock.

"Han Xue, snap out of it!"

Xu Wenchang took a deep breath and said gravely:

"Your enemy is the Adams family of Beautiful Nation!"

"That is a terrifying force even nations fear!"

"Lin Mo is only eighteen! He has a brilliant future ahead! Do you want him to shoulder your impossible quest for revenge, to face the Adams family? This isn't taking a disciple—you're pushing him into a firepit!"

Zhang Daoyuan's face also changed abruptly upon hearing the words "Adams family."

He finally understood why Xu Wenchang had reacted so strongly.

Zhang Daoyuan quickly chimed in:

"Master Han, Old Xu is right."

"Leaving aside how dangerous the Adams family is,"

"let's talk about the most practical issue: Lin Mo is proficient in Fire, Earth, and Thunder. He has not the slightest talent for Ice!"

"How can a top-tier Ice specialist teach a three-element mage?"