Chapter 211: As long as Longguo stands, I shall protect its eternal prosperity!

Beijing University, Replica Center.

Hum—!

The replica fissure rippled with spatial waves.

Then,

Lin Mo led the Long Xu Class, striding out boldly from the fissure.

Every student's gaze instantly locked onto them.

After a brief silence, a tsunami of cheers erupted!

"Big Demon King, awesome!!!"

"One minute thirty-five seconds! Fuck! So damn strong!"

"Lin Mo, senior!"

Li Xue'er and Fang Lei, along with several other fourth-year students, pushed through the crowd.

Li Xue'er gave a thumbs-up, her eyes sparkling:

"So cool! Absolutely stunning! That message was perfect—those Yingshuo bastards are probably already stabbing themselves in the gut!"

Fang Lei nodded vigorously, too excited to speak coherently:

"Big Demon King! No wonder you're the Big Demon King!"

Meanwhile,

Guhe, Xu Wenchang, and Han Xue also stepped forward.

"Hahahaha!"

Guhe let out a booming laugh, walked up to Lin Mo, and clapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Good kid!"

"You did an amazing job!"

"One minute thirty-five seconds! You've shattered my understanding of the word 'limit'—again!"

Guhe's eyes brimmed with admiration and awe.

Beside him, Xu Wenchang grinned ear to ear:

"Exactly!"

"Lin Mo, you just smashed those Yingshuo brats' faces into the ground!"

Guhe's laughter faded slightly as he spoke with solemn gravity:

"Alright, since today's group replica is over, Lin Mo, you need to rest—don't push yourself too hard."

"Your strength is already beyond measure."

"An eighteen-year-old Four-System Magic King—even if all the nation's prodigies in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield teamed up, they couldn't match you alone."

Hearing Guhe's words,

Lin Mo's lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Principal, don't worry—I know my limits."

"I've never forgotten the debt from the Temple Replica. When I enter the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, I'll show them what true despair means."

"Whether it's Yingshuo or the Adams family of Meili."

"In this world, there will only ever be one voice."

"That of Longguo."

In fact,

Lin Mo was deeply eager to crush the Yingshuo brats.

Not just the ancestral blood feud etched into his genes from his past life.

But also the new grudge they'd forged by using a Chaos Scroll to assassinate him in the Temple.

Blood debt must be paid in blood.

As for Meili?

Though in this world, Meili has never directly provoked him,

He knew that in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, he'd inevitably clash with them.

Lin Mo never considered himself a saint.

But protecting his own? That was an instinct carved into his bones!

If conflict was inevitable, why not just kill them all while he was at it?

Hearing Lin Mo's bloodthirsty words,

Behind him, Han Mengqing immediately raised her tiny fists, her face alight with excitement:

"Exactly!"

"All those so-called Divine Sects, all those Adams families!"

"We'll crush them all!"

Han Mengqing's face flushed red as she shouted:

"In the future, there can only be one voice!"

"That of Lin Mo, the Big Demon King!"

At these words,

The Beijing University students were instantly fired up, roaring in unison.

Lin Mo, hearing this, gave Han Mengqing a light tap on the head.

"Ow!"

Han Mengqing rubbed her head, pouting up at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo chuckled and scolded:

"What are you yelling for?"

"I have zero interest in becoming some world-dominating Demon King."

"I just want to quietly be a mage—whoever provokes me, I kill them. Simple."

Hearing Lin Mo's casual yet supremely arrogant words,

Guhe's expression turned grave.

He looked at Lin Mo and said solemnly:

"Lin Mo."

"This world is fundamentally survival of the fittest—strength rules."

"Rules are always made for the weak."

Guhe took a deep breath:

"If one day in the future,"

"you truly become the All-System Supreme Mage who suppresses Blue Star,"

"then you will be the rule of this world."

As he spoke, a complex emotion flickered in Guhe's eyes.

He reached out and pressed his hand firmly on Lin Mo's shoulder.

"But I hope…"

"No matter how high you rise, no matter how terrifying your destructive power becomes,"

"never forget your roots. Never forget… Longguo."

The atmosphere turned heavy.

Xu Wenchang and Han Xue also watched Lin Mo in silence.

Greater power means less control.

That was an eternal truth.

Facing Guhe's slightly pleading gaze,

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He straightened his spine, meeting Guhe's eyes without flinching, his tone calm and unwavering:

"Principal, you worry too much."

"I was born in Longguo, raised in Longguo, and Longguo has never treated me poorly—I see it all."

"It's simple: as long as Longguo exists, I will protect its eternal prosperity."

As he spoke, Lin Mo's lips curled into a dominant smile.

Then his tone shifted:

"But."

"If anyone tries to turn me into a puppet—or use me as a blade in some political game…"

"They'd better give up that idea now."

Lin Mo looked at Guhe and smiled faintly:

"Let's be honest with each other—you treat me well, I treat you well."

Hearing Lin Mo's unmasked sharpness,

Guhe did not grow angry.

Instead, his heart leapt, a flash of awe lighting his eyes.

Has convictions, has boundaries!

Never blindly follows, yet values emotion and righteousness!

This is the very nature of a true sovereign, born for the throne!

"Good! Good kid! Well said!"

Guhe's eyes burned with emotion.

He looked at Lin Mo, his tone utterly solemn:

"Lin Mo, rest assured."

"Longguo will always be your firmest backing—not a chain binding you."

"Do whatever you want—go ahead!"

"Whoever dares use you as a blade, or plots behind your back…"

Guhe snorted coldly:

"Even if you agree, I'll be the first to risk my old life and cut him down!"

Hearing Guhe's ironclad vow,

Lin Mo smiled faintly.

"With those words from you, Principal, I'm at ease."

Their gazes met in the air—everything understood without words.

Guhe took a deep breath, softened his expression, and smiled again:

"By the way, Lin Mo, I've got something to tell you."

"Tomorrow, one of the Five Elders of the Tianshu Bureau, Elder Nie, is returning to the capital."

"Once you bring back the final record from the Yingshuo Fuben tomorrow, I'll personally take you to meet Elder Nie."

As he said this, Guhe suddenly grinned mysteriously:

"Oh, by the way."

"Lin Tianhao heard he's returning with Elder Nie tomorrow."

"When your father sees his eighteen-year-old four-element Magic King son, he'll probably think he's seen a ghost… Hahaha!"

"Huh?"

Lin Mo paused, startled.

Father?

No wonder lately when I called the old man, it always said the line was out of service.

So he was on a business trip?

The old man didn't even bother to tell me he was leaving.

Always such a handful.

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, I understand, Principal."

"If there's nothing else, we'll head back to rest."

"Go on, go on!"

Guhe waved them off with a smile.

Lin Mo greeted Han Xue and the others, then led the entire Longxu Class out of the Fuben center in confident strides.