Chapter 161: Lin Mo, What Do You Think?

At the same time.

In the Ying Nation, far across the vast oceans, Tokyo City.

Here stands the highest-level academy in the entire Ying Nation, the Eastern Ying Academy.

At this moment,

the Team Fuben central square of the Eastern Ying Academy was in an uproar.

Countless Ying Nation students were gathered here, their faces filled with fanaticism and worship.

"Sugoi! Truly worthy of the my lords of the Oni Legion!"

"Long live! Long live the Oni Legion!"

"May the glory of the Great Ying Empire endure forever!"

The crowd erupted in wave after wave of cheers.

And standing before the crowd were twenty tall figures.

Each of them wore a black-gold badge engraved with the fangs of a demon on their chest.

These people were the Ying Nation's Oni Legion, the counterpart to the Dragon Nation's Long Xu Ban!

At the very front was a youth with two long Wu Shidao swords at his waist.

Kannazuki Kyō had a handsome face, a gentle and elegant smile on his lips, and an air of noble composure in every gesture.

He slowly raised his right hand and pressed it downward.

It was merely a simple gesture.

Yet the square, which had been roaring with noise, instantly fell silent as if no bird dared to cry.

All the Ying Nation students gazed at him with fanaticism.

Kannazuki Kyō, smiling, bowed slightly to the crowd before him.

"Everyone, thank you for your welcome."

"Just now, we cleared the Team Fuben 【Dragon-Burying Snowfield (Hell Grade)】."

"And, by sheer luck, we broke the highest clearance record held by the Dragon Nation for fifty years, shaving off two minutes and fifty-nine seconds."

Upon hearing these words,

even more frantic cheers erupted across the square.

Kannazuki Kyō, feigning humility in his tone, sighed:

"The Dragon Nation has always been a respected rival of ours."

"Their ancestors indeed left behind achievements that are truly astonishing."

"But alas... the gears of time turn, and now the new generation of the Dragon Nation seems somewhat unworthy of their ancestors' glory."

"Breaking the record is only the first step."

"In the upcoming War of Ten Thousand Nations, which will soon open, we of the Oni Legion will, in the most polite manner possible, invite the Dragon Nation's geniuses... to die."

When he spoke those last two words,

the smile on his face remained gentle.

Yet the killing intent and contempt in his words made the Ying Nation students present's blood boil!

"My lord Kannazuki speaks the truth!"

"The new generation of the Dragon Nation are all trash! They have already been trampled under our feet!"

Amidst the sky-filling cheers,

Kannazuki Kyō bowed elegantly once more, then, leading the Oni Legion members behind him, turned and walked into the exclusive rest area of the Team Fuben center.

Bang.

The heavy door of the rest room closed.

Cutting off all the noise from the outside world.

The moment he entered the room, the gentle and humble smile on Kannazuki Kyō's face vanished without a trace.

He tugged at his collar, walked over, and sat on the genuine leather sofa.

"That crowd of Bai Chi outside is so noisy it gives me a headache."

Kannazuki Kyō looked at a young man with glasses standing nearby, who was recording something on a tablet computer.

"Zongyilang, you deserve the primary credit for this time, when we pressed the Dragon Nation's face to the ground and rubbed it hard."

A hint of praise was in Kannazuki Kyō's tone.

This young man with glasses was named Tiancao Zongyilang.

The vice-captain of the Oni Legion, and also the absolute strategist of this team.

Tiancao Zongyilang pushed up the glasses on his nose.

"Captain, you overpraise me."

No sooner had the words left his lips.

A burly youth carrying a broad-bladed great sword on his back laughed loudly, stepped forward, and patted Tiancao Zongyilang's shoulder.

This youth was named Yagyu Kenichi, also one of the core members of the Oni Legion.

"Zongyilang, the captain is right; this time you must be credited with the top merit!"

Yagyu Kenichi grinned and said:

"If it weren't for you, kid, calculating day and night and finding a shortcut in that ghostly Team Fuben, how could we have broken the Dragon Nation's fifty-year-old record so smoothly?"

Facing Yagyu Kenichi's praise, Tiancao Zongyilang did not refute.

In the eyes hidden behind his lenses, there flickered the unique arrogance belonging to a genius.

Tiancao Zongyilang put down the tablet in his hand and spoke calmly:

"Team Fuben are inherently mechanism-based Fuben."

"I collected all past clear data from the 【Frozen Dragon Snowfield】, built a perfect mathematical model, ran over ten thousand simulations, and finally found a brand-new shortcut to bypass the mechanism."

As he said this, Tiancao Zongyilang slowly lifted his head.

His face radiated absolute confidence:

"Captain, rest assured—this mechanism shortcut is the single optimal solution derived from over ten thousand simulations."

"Even if the Dragon Nation had another hundred years, they could never find a better clear method."

After hearing Tiancao Zongyilang's words,

the Ghost God Corps members in the lounge burst into laughter.

A record!

This represents real, tangible national prestige!

"Well done, Zongyilang!"

Yuuki Kenichi clenched his fists in excitement, "I'd love to see the expression on those Dragon Nation bastards' faces right now—must be as disgusting as eating shit, right? Hahaha!"

Kamon Kyō leaned back against the leather sofa, "Expression? Their expression right now is probably even more entertaining than you imagine—don't forget we left a message."

His fingers lightly tapped the leather armrest.

"By now, the Dragon Nation's high-ups and that so-called Long Xu Ban must have their blood pressure skyrocketing."

Hearing this, the others laughed even more loudly.

Yuuki Kenichi roared with laughter:

"Captain, this move of killing with words is brilliant."

Facing the group's praise, Kamon Kyō's expression remained cold.

He stopped tapping his fingers and scanned every core member of the Ghost God Corps.

"Breaking the record is merely an appetizer."

"The World Arena is about to open, and our first opponent in the World Arena will be the Dragon Nation's new Long Xu Ban."

"And this generation of Ghost God Corps is the most powerful in the history of our Great Ei Empire!"

"This time, we will claim the World Arena's exclusive weapon reward—no doubt about it!"

Kamon Kyō sneered:

"As for that so-called Long Xu Ban? Just lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

"I declare—tonight, everyone, open the champagne to celebrate!"

"To the upcoming massacre of the Dragon Nation's prodigies in the World Arena—cheers!"

"Cheers!!!"

"Long live the Great Ei Empire!"

The entire lounge was filled with the unrestrained, mocking laughter of the Ei Empire's prodigies.

……

……

Kyoto University.

Xu Wenchang stared at the message on the tablet, his face darkening instantly.

"Old Xu, what's wrong?"

Principal Guhe frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Those damn Ei Empire devils!"

Xu Wenchang gritted his teeth and handed the tablet to Principal Guhe, "Principal, take a look yourself."

Principal Guhe took the tablet and swiftly scanned it.

When he saw the message,

his eyes instantly flared with cold light.

"Audacious!!"

Zhang Daoyuan also leaned over to glance, his face turning livid with rage as he cursed:

"These bastards! Breaking the record is one thing—but leaving this message? If no one breaks it, it'll stay up forever—this is outright insolence!"

The fury of the senior figures immediately drew the attention of the Long Xu Ban members nearby.

Seeing this, Principal Guhe also passed the tablet to the Long Xu Ban members, who gathered around to read it.

"Bold words indeed!"

Ye Kong clenched his fists tightly, "Breaking the record is one thing—but daring to leave a taunt? Do they really think my SSS-rank Spatial System is just for show?!"

"Exactly! These short little dwarves are too arrogant!"

Wang Dawei screamed in fury, wanting to cross the ocean right now and tear the other side apart, "Class leader! This is intolerable! Let's reclaim the record right now—smash their faces!"

Han Mengqing also shouted angrily, "This is literally shitting on our Long Xu Ban's neck! Lingxuan, aren't you furious too?"

Chu Lingxuan nodded firmly:

"Yes! This is a provocation—we can't let it slide."

Amid the chorus of righteous outrage,

Lin Mo, after reading the message, remained calm in expression.

But inside, he sneered repeatedly.

Ei Empire…

In his past life, he had never held any fondness for this tiny island nation.

And in this life, a grudge had been formed even earlier.

Not long ago, there was indeed a small assassination attempt orchestrated by the people of Ying.

Had Father not arrived in time, who knows what the outcome would have been.

"Lin Mo, what do you think of this matter?"

Principal Guhe forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to look at Lin Mo.

As the captain of the Long Xu Ban, and also the stabilizing pillar of the Dragon Nation's future in Principal Guhe's eyes.

He very much wanted to know what attitude this youth would hold in the face of such provocation.