Chapter 152: Losing to a Monster Doesn

Xu Wenchang also stared fixedly at Han Xue.

He would never agree to let Lin Mo become a student of someone burdened with a blood feud.

He'd easily be used as a blade.

Facing the two men's questions and suspicion.

Han Xue's face showed not the slightest ripple.

Her snow-white hair stirred slightly.

"Use him to help me seek revenge? Teacher Xu, Teacher Zhang, you're overthinking this."

Han Xue spoke slowly.

"Revenge is my own affair, Han Xue's alone. Even if I die in the endless seas beyond the ocean, I won't drag anyone else into it."

"Don't forget—in the World Arena, talent is original sin."

Han Xue's gaze swept over the two elders, then continued calmly:

"Three years ago, my brother didn't provoke the Adams family—he merely crossed paths with them in the World Arena. You know exactly what happened."

"Lin Mo's current talent is ten times, even a hundred times stronger than my brother's."

"When he encounters the Adams family in the World Arena, do you think they'll let him live?"

Han Xue's expression remained calm; she paused, then added:

"Even if I do nothing, as long as Lin Mo eventually enters the high-level World Arena, he'll inevitably cross paths with the Adams family. There's no need for me to deliberately use him as a weapon."

At these words,

Xu Wenchang fell silent.

Zhang Daoyuan opened his mouth, but could find no rebuttal.

Because Han Xue spoke the truth.

In the World Arena, life and death are one's own responsibility—a tacit rule all nations uphold.

How many prodigies from Dragon Nation have died at the hands of the Adams family?

Many members of the Adams family have also fallen to Dragon Nation's prodigies.

The World Arena is a battlefield of unyielding enmity.

This means that if Lin Mo ever meets the Adams family, he will inevitably become their enemy.

There's no need for Han Xue to secretly stir the pot.

"As for Director Zhang's concern about the ice talent…"

Han Xue turned her gaze to Zhang Daoyuan. "Don't forget—Lin Mo is a blank-slate mage with zero elemental affinity."

"How can he master fire, earth, and lightning with such a talent? Why can't he master ice?"

"I have ample reason to believe Lin Mo has an extremely high chance of being the first fully proficient mage in history!"

Zhang Daoyuan trembled.

Fully proficient?!

In this world, mastering two elements is already genius; mastering three is a monster.

Fully proficient?

Never seen before.

But applied to Lin Mo… it somehow feels utterly reasonable!

Han Xue continued her calm analysis:

"Lin Mo has already mastered fire and lightning—elements of ultimate offense—and earth—the element of ultimate defense."

"But he's missing one thing: ice—the ultimate control."

"He's nearly level 30, right? Once he reaches level 30, learning ice to fill this gap is the correct choice."

And in Dragon Nation, no one has greater qualification than I, Han Xue, to be his ice-element instructor.

Xu Wenchang and Zhang Daoyuan exchanged glances.

Han Xue's reasoning was flawless—they had no counterargument.

"Hahaha…"

"Well said, Teacher Han."

Guhe smiled with relief.

His deep gaze fixed on Han Xue. "Teacher Han, I'm glad you've stepped out of your past shadows and now view your students' growth from the perspective of a teacher."

Guhe turned to Xu Wenchang and Zhang Daoyuan:

"Both of you, I believe Teacher Han is right."

"If Lin Mo masters ice's ultimate control at level 30, he'll become a truly flawless six-sided demon king."

"And having him taught personally by Han Xue—a genius who has created multiple high-level ice techniques—is the most fitting choice."

Xu Wenchang and Zhang Daoyuan exchanged a glance, then nodded slightly, offering no further objection.

After all, Han Xue was unquestionably the person in Dragon Nation—and in world history—with the deepest understanding of ice elements.

Without exception.

No one else had the qualification to be Lin Mo's instructor.

Yet,

Guhe changed tone.

"However…"

"All of this hinges on Lin Mo's own will."

"At Jingdu University, or in the Long Xu Class, we never force students onto paths we've chosen for them."

"When he hits level 30, will he learn ice? Will he accept you as his direct master?"

"Those choices are his alone."

"If he refuses, then let it go. Understood?"

Guhe's voice was quiet, but carried an unyielding will.

This was the bottom line of Dragon Nation's highest academic institution: respecting a genius's own choices.

Han Xue didn't hesitate; she bowed slightly.

"I understand, Principal."

"If he refuses, he won't learn well anyway. I know the truth: forced fruit is never sweet."

Satisfied with Han Xue's promise, Guhe nodded.

"Good."

Guhe turned his gaze back to the screen.

"Let's keep watching the trial—it's not over yet."

Beside him, Xu Wenchang teased:

"Principal, what's left to watch? The rest is just a one-sided slaughter."

Hearing this,

Zhang Daoyuan's face darkened.

As director of the second-year class, his own students had been crushed under a hundredfold numerical disadvantage.

Anyone would feel this deeply.

Seeing Zhang Daoyuan's expression,

Xu Wenchang comforted him:

"Come on, Old Zhang, lighten up."

"Lin Mo's achievements will one day be so terrifying that you and I can only look up in awe."

Xu Wenchang winked, continuing:

"When Lin Mo becomes Dragon Nation's pillar, an invincible force…"

"Then being crushed by him? That'll be an honor!"

"Get lost!!"

Zhang Daoyuan shook with rage, swatting away Xu Wenchang's hand. "Old Xu, no one's asking you to speak!"

Though he said that,

Zhang Daoyuan's heart had already quietly accepted Xu Wenchang's logic.

Yes.

Losing to a monster like that… maybe… it really isn't shameful?

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Meanwhile,

Hero City, Central Plaza.

"Zzzt… zzzt…"

Shen Jun gripped his communicator tightly.

"Gangzi?"

"Where are you? Answer me!"

"Anyone else? Where's the Seventh Regiment? Eighth Regiment? Respond if you hear me!"

No response.

Only the static hum of interference.

"Jun… Jun-ge…"

Zhou Kai swallowed hard, disbelief in his voice. "Don't call out… they're… all wiped out…"

Upon hearing this.

Shen Jun snapped his gaze to the team roster on the panel.

The names representing five hundred people, five teams, all dimmed to black.

"No way?"

"Five hundred people… wiped out by Lin Mo alone?"

Shen Jun murmured, his expression growing vacant.