Chapter 208

Kyoto University, Team Fuben Center.

Everyone's gaze was fixed deathly on the Team Fuben rift belonging to the 【Mad Sand Temple】.

Xu Wenchang stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of tension showing in his expression:

"Why hasn't he come out yet? How long has he been in there?"

Han Xue, standing beside him, rolled her eyes at him: "He's only been in for a minute; are you too impatient?"

"Ha... haha..."

Xu Wenchang scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Only a minute?"

Just then.

A hearty laugh came from behind the two of them.

"Old Xu, can't you even wait a minute? Too impatient, aren't you?"

Xu Wenchang turned his head to look.

He saw Principal Guhe walking over, hands behind his back, his face flushed with vigor.

"Principal?"

Xu Wenchang was stunned. "Why have you come? Aren't you still meditating at the back mountain?"

Principal Guhe walked up to the two of them, stroked his beard, and chuckled:

"Even I need to rest, don't I? I've been meditating for four or five hours already; I came over to check on Kyoto University's treasure."

"However... I have to say, that kid Lin Mo's train of thought is indeed correct."

"Feel the thunder, become the heavenly might."

Speaking of this, Principal Guhe sighed and said with a bitter smile:

"It sounds easy, but doing it is as hard as climbing to the sky."

"Just now, I tried to empty my mind to accept the thunder, but accidentally, the thunder elements would go completely berserk; either they would dissipate in mid-air, or they would even... backfire on myself!"

"We can only take it slow."

Hearing Principal Guhe's description.

Xu Wenchang's eyes widened:

"That hard?"

"Obviously."

Principal Guhe glared at him indignantly:

"That's the Thunder Element, and moreover, the strongest single-target divine technique among high-level Thunder Element skills; how could it not be hard?"

"But then again..."

Principal Guhe shifted the topic, and a proud smile appeared on his face again:

"As long as the direction is correct, success will eventually come."

Saying this, he straightened his back and said with full confidence:

"I estimate it won't be long before I can reach the level Lin Mo demonstrated this morning!"

Upon hearing these words.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Xu Wenchang and Han Xue exchanged a glance, and both of their expressions became extremely strange.

For some reason.

Why did these words sound so awkward?

The principal of the highest institution in the Dragon Nation, a top-tier Thunder Element Divine Mage suppressing a region.

Standing here solemnly declaring that he would soon be able to reach the level of a freshman!

This damn...

It's turning the world upside down!

Seeing the two of them with their strange expressions.

Principal Guhe also realized it, and his old face turned red for a rare moment.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed loudly and patted Xu Wenchang's shoulder:

"What's so strange?"

"You all need to get used to it."

"I believe such situations will be common in the future."

Hearing this, Xu Wenchang also joked:

"Principal, since you have already received Lin Mo's guidance."

"Then when you meet Lin Mo in the future, shouldn't you respectfully call him Lin Laoshi?"

Hearing this teasing remark.

Principal Guhe not only didn't get angry, but instead glared with righteous indignation:

"The proficient one is the teacher!"

"As long as he can teach me the true essence of the Thunder Element, let alone calling him Lin Laoshi!"

"I'd be happy to go to his villa every day to serve him tea and water and pay tuition!"

"Do you think everyone is like you, valuing face so much that you suffer in silence, unable to put down your old face?"

Being rebuked by Principal Guhe like this.

Xu Wenchang was instantly speechless, forced to laugh awkwardly twice.

"Alright, alright."

Principal Guhe waved his hand, his gaze turning to the Team Fuben rift.

"It's been nearly two minutes already—it should be soon…"

Just then,

the surrounding students erupted in a commotion.

"No way! Look! It changed! The Team Fuben record changed!"

"Holy shit! The Great Demon King is insane!!!"

Xu Wenchang, Li Xue, and Principal Guhe all startled, snapping their heads up.

Above the Team Fuben rift, the spot that had once displayed the Ghost God Clan's clearance record shattered instantly amid twisted energy.

In its place blazed a dazzling, blinding golden new record.

【Clearance Team: Lin Mo, Han Mengyao, Han Mengqing, Chu Lingxuan, Ye Kong…】

【Clearance Time: 1 minute 35 seconds.】

【Message: You little Japanese brats, borrowing our record for a day and actually thinking it's yours? This trash Team Fuben took you seventeen minutes? Please, speed up your crawling pace—it's not even satisfying to break your turtle-speed records, you know?】

"One minute thirty-five seconds!!!"

"No way! Not only did they break two minutes—they're almost under a minute and a half!"

"Hahahaha! The Great Demon King's message—if I were Japanese, I'd spit blood three liters right here!"

The students screamed wildly, venting their excitement and pride.

At the very front of the crowd,

Li Xue lifted her chin high.

She turned around, pinpointing the boy who had just said, "Impossible to break two minutes."

"Oi, kid, what did I tell you?"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side,

deep in the vast ocean, the Adams family's secret private island in the United States.

Deafening music echoed across the open-air estate at the island's center.

A group of blond-haired, blue-eyed Adams family youths, their faces oozing arrogance, lounged with companions on either side, indulging in decadent revelry.

On a sofa beside the pool,

Watanabe Jun'ichi sat upright.

Beads of cold sweat coated his forehead.

To his left and right, two Japanese girls knelt, their eyes filled with terror.

At this moment,

the two girls trembled as they tried to peel grapes for Watanabe Jun'ichi.

"Get lost!"

Watanabe Jun'ichi impatiently shoved their hands away.

He had not a shred of desire for amusement.

Three records had already fallen—the Dragon Burial Snowfield was broken; only two remained.

If all were shattered, he'd be forced to perform seppuku right here on the spot.

Though in his view, it was unlikely.

Yet for some reason, an inexplicable unease gnawed at him.

"Mr. Watanabe."

Carter's lazy voice drifted from beside him.

Watanabe jolted upright, bowing deeply.

"My lord Carter!"

Carter held a glass of red wine, his upper body bare.

He walked over, gripping the chin of one Japanese girl and forcing her head up.

Then he turned to Watanabe Jun'ichi, frowning in confusion:

"Watanabe, these are the ones you personally selected—aren't you satisfied?"

Hearing this,

Watanabe Jun'ichi broke into a cold sweat.

"No no no! My lord, you misunderstand!"

Are you kidding?

To say he was unsatisfied would imply he'd offered substandard goods to the Adams family!

Carter released the girl's chin.

He regarded Watanabe with a half-smile, his tone teasing:

"Oh? Could it be… Mr. Watanabe has rather unusual tastes?"

"If so, we still have a few of the ones you sent last time—would you like…?"

Upon hearing this,

Watanabe Jun'ichi felt his stomach churn violently.

"No such thing! Absolutely no such thing!"

"My Lord Carter, my sexual orientation is perfectly normal!"

"I was just... I was just..."

Watanabe's brain raced, trying to find a suitable excuse.

Carter took a light sip of red wine, sneered, and cut him off.

"Enough."

"Worried about the seppuku I mentioned? That was just a joke."

Carter stepped forward and slapped Watanabe's shoulder Hand Heavily.

"Rest assured."

"You said it yourself: the Dragon Kingdom just got lucky, stumbling upon a loophole in the Dragon-Burying Snowfield by chance."

Carter's tone was arrogant:

"Finding one is possible; finding three in a row? That makes no sense."

"Although I reported that you stole three records, even if you only managed to keep two, that is still quite good."

"We, the Adams family, have always been reasonable and will not blame you for such a small matter."

Hearing Carter's reassurance,

Watanabe Junichi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes!"

"My Lord Carter is wise! The Dragon Kingdom was absolutely just lucky!"

Saying this, he straightened his body and declared loudly:

"My Lord Carter, please rest assured!"

"The strength of our current Ghost God Assembly is truly unprecedented!"

"When we reach the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations, I guarantee you: the Ghost God Assembly will slaughter every single Dragon Kingdom Long Xu Ban of this generation! Not a single one will be left!"

Hearing Watanabe Junichi's guarantee,

Carter was greatly pleased and threw his head back, laughing heartily:

"Hahahaha!"

"Excellent! This is the confidence a good dog should have! Then I look forward to your good news!"

Just then,

a young man from the Adams family hurried over.

He glanced at Watanabe, then leaned close to Carter's ear and lowered his voice:

"My Lord Carter, latest news."

"The Team Fuben record of the Mad Sand Temple has been broken by the Dragon Kingdom."

"One minute thirty-five seconds."

"It is the other one among those three records of the Ying Kingdom, besides the Dragon-Burying Snowfield..."

The smile on Carter's face froze.

Although Watanabe could not hear what the young man was saying, seeing Carter's expression made his heart skip a beat.

"???"