Chapter 172: Killing with Words! Killing with Words!

Zeng!

A blinding golden light surged upward from Lin Mo's feet!

The massive team-dungeon completion experience flooded into Lin Mo's body.

【Your level has increased to: Lv. 9 (70%)!】

At the same time,

The entire ice plateau island fell into deathly silence.

It lasted for several full seconds.

"Shit!!!"

Wang Dawei was the first to shout, "Completed it!!!"

"We won! Hahaha! We won!"

Ye Kong excitedly slammed his fist into the ground.

Han Mengyao stared at the final frozen time on her panel; her usually calm face now brimmed with unmistakable shock.

【Final completion time: 01: 0!】

01: 0!

This didn't just break the Yingguo Guishen Zhong's record of 15: 5.

This was a record that would stand for a hundred years… a thousand years!

What would future generations feel when they saw this record?

Lin Mo looked at the record, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

【"Fireball Spell" conjured a tiny flame hand, blew into its mouth: "Boring. Is that all?"】

【"Earth Shield Spell" learned it well too: "Pathetic. What a waste."】

【"Lightning Strike Spell" flickered slightly: "Too weak."】

"…"

Lin Mo's mind erupted in silent disbelief.

Holy hell.

So now everyone's got a personality, huh?

But whatever, complaining aside.

Lin Mo glanced at his own panel, his lips curling wildly upward.

【Level: Lv. 9 (70%)】

The team-dungeon experience was ridiculously rich!

Already half a bar to Lv. 9.

Does that mean I could just sleep and hit Lv. 0?

At Lv. 0, I'll unlock a wave of water-element skills!

Hope the water skills are easier to handle.

Lin Mo daydreamed happily.

"Class Monitor! You're a god!!!"

Han Mengqing rushed over excitedly.

"So insane! Seriously insane!"

Han Mengqing waved his fists wildly, "What damn mechanics! Before Class Monitor's absolute firepower, they're all just smoke!"

Chu Lingxuan gazed at Lin Mo with stars in her eyes, hands clasped together:

"Lin Mo, you actually did it…"

Lin Mo raised his hands and gently pressed downward, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Keep it low-key. Keep it low-key."

"Wait a minute!"

Han Mengqing suddenly noticed, "Holy shit! Class Monitor! You're Lv. 9?!"

That shout snapped everyone's attention back.

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

Han Mengqing checked his own panel, nearly in tears, "I'm only Lv. 7…"

Wang Dawei looked utterly defeated:

"I'm only Lv. 6! I thought I was grinding monsters every day—how come I'm so far behind?"

At this moment,

the other students of Long Xu Class exchanged glances.

Most were stuck at Lv. 6; only a few elites like Ye Kong and Han Mengyao had reached Lv. 7.

But compared to Lin Mo, they were still far behind.

Ye Kong rolled his eyes and couldn't help speaking up:

"Dawei, use your brain, will you?"

"Class Monitor's firepower clears monsters at least dozens of times faster than ours! How could our leveling speeds be the same? What's so surprising?"

Hearing Ye Kong's explanation,

everyone suddenly understood.

Indeed, mages were naturally kings of AoE clearing.

Especially Lin Mo, a six-sided demon king who mastered two high-tier elements? His clearing efficiency wasn't even on the same plane.

Wang Dawei couldn't help letting out a long sigh:

"As the saying goes, it's not scary when prodigies have talent—it's terrifying when they're talented AND grind themselves to death!"

"Class Monitor, you've definitely been pulling all-nighters grinding monsters. That's brutal!"

Hearing Wang Dawei's lament,

Lin Mo coughed twice, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes.

Grind?

I'm not grinding at all…

The skills inside me are grinding themselves.

Even during my nap, I have to go out and farm for speedruns…

Of course, I'll never admit this.

But…

The atmosphere was already set.

Lin Mo cleared his throat and spoke solemnly:

"Talent may determine your floor, but only endless sweat can raise your ceiling!"

"You see my Lv. 9, you see me one-shotting bosses—but do you know how much unimaginable effort I poured into those unseen nights?"

Lin Mo delivered his moral lecture without shame:

"So, everyone, don't slack off—keep pushing harder!"

Everyone was stunned by this sudden motivational speech.

Thinking it over, it actually made sense.

Class Monitor's invincibility must have come from unimaginable blood and sweat!

Not just all-night grinding.

But also all-night elemental insights, 24-hour mental storms—to achieve such absurd levels!

Instantly, everyone's gaze toward Lin Mo brimmed with respect.

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo with genuine admiration:

"Class Monitor, you're almost Lv. 0—you can start learning water-element skills from Master Han. With your insight, you'll probably master 'Condense Water into Ice' soon."

Hearing Han Mengyao mention Han Xue,

Han Mengqing immediately leaned in:

"By the way, sis, I've been meaning to ask you."

"When you saw Master Han Xue today, why were you so shocked? Is she famous? She looks so young."

Han Mengyao's expression grew solemn, and she nodded.

"She's not just famous—five years ago, she was the brightest star in all of Longguo."

"Five years ago, Master Han Xue was the Class Monitor of that year's Long Xu Class."

"Huh?"

Han Mengqing gasped, "She was also a Long Xu Class Class Monitor?"

"Correct."

Han Mengyao continued:

"Back then, Master Han Xue's mastery of ice-element skills was unprecedented."

"Her Long Xu Class never lost a single battle on the Ten Nations Battlefield!"

"They wiped out the same-generation Indian 'Burning Heaven Class,' crushed the Great Han's 'White Tiger Unit,' and severely wounded the Adamas family's prodigy of that year."

"Ssshh—"

Gasps of shock rose one after another among the crowd.

Wang Dawei widened his eyes:

"Holy shit! That's that intense?"

"Indeed impressive."

Han Mengyao nodded, "But three years ago, Han Xue's younger brother was ambushed by the Adams family on the Ten Nations Battlefield and died in combat."

"Since then, Han Xue has gone completely white-haired and withdrawn for three years."

Han Mengyao lifted her head and looked at her sister, "That's why I'm surprised—the Ice Emperor, who vanished for three years, suddenly appeared during the class monitor's initiation trial and even offered to take the class monitor as his disciple."

Ye Kong, listening nearby, nodded thoughtfully.

"Actually, it's not surprising."

"After all, our class monitor has displayed an absurd level of talent."

"Geniuses always recognize each other."

"Teacher Han must have seen the class monitor's potential and hopes he'll one day crush the Adams family on the Ten Nations Battlefield for her."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

At that moment,

Han Mengqing suddenly said:

"By the way, didn't we forget something important? Didn't the Japanese brats leave a taunt? Shouldn't we leave something too?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wang Dawei slapped his forehead, "We absolutely must leave a reply—leave a fierce comment!"

The group immediately burst into heated discussion.

"What should we write? 'Japanese brats, utterly worthless'?"

"Too cliché. How about 'You think you can challenge Dragon Nation? Go home and drink your milk!'"

"No, no, not fierce enough!"

Watching the group argue passionately,

Lin Mo thought for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand.

"Enough, stop arguing—I've got it."

Lin Mo activated his intent.

A comment began appearing after the 【Grave Dragon Snowfield】 dungeon record.

【15 minutes 45 seconds? That record is painfully dull—were you all sitting out your postpartum confinement in there? My grandmother in a wheelchair beats you all. — Lin Mo, Dragon Order Class】

"Hss…"

Seeing the comment, everyone involuntarily sucked in a breath.

"Too bold! So satisfying!"

"Class monitor, you're awesome! If the Japanese brats see this, they'll probably spit blood!"

"Killing with words! Killing with words!"

Lin Mo clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Alright, done."

He turned around and looked toward the distant teleportation rift.

"Let's go, out we go."

"A record under two minutes… Outside, they're probably already in chaos."