Chapter 211: If Long Guo endures, then I shall protect it for ten thousand generations of prosperity!

Beijing University, Team Fuben Center.

Hum—!

The Team Fuben rift rippled with spatial waves.

Immediately after,

Lin Mo led the Long Xu Ban members, striding out boldly from the rift.

The eyes of every student in the hall instantly locked onto them.

After a brief silence, a tsunami of cheers erupted!

"Big Demon King is awesome!!!"

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

"Senior Lin Mo!"

Li Xue and Fang Lei, along with several other seniors, pushed their way through the crowd.

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

"So cool! Absolutely awesome! That message was perfect—those Yingshan 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,

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

"Hahahaha!"

Principal Guhe laughed heartily, walked up to Lin Mo, and slapped his shoulder hard.

"Good kid!"

"You did an incredible job!"

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

Principal Guhe's eyes brimmed with admiration and awe.

Xu Wenchang beside him was grinning broadly:

"Exactly!"

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

Principal Guhe's laughter faded slightly as he said solemnly:

"Alright, since today's Team Fuben 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-Element Law King—even if all the nation's prodigies in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield teamed up, they couldn't match you alone."

Hearing Principal 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 been keeping that debt from the Temple Fuben in mind. When I enter the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, I'll show them what true despair means."

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

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

"That of Long Guo."

In fact,

Lin Mo was deeply fascinated by the idea of crushing the Yingshan 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 he'd inevitably cross paths with them in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield—conflict was unavoidable.

Lin Mo never considered himself a saint.

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

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

Hearing Lin Mo's bloodthirsty words,

Han Mengqing behind him immediately waved her tiny fists, her face alight with excitement:

"Exactly!"

"All those Ghost Gods, all those Adams families!"

"We'll smash them all to pieces!"

Han Mengqing's face flushed red as she shouted loudly:

"In the future, the whole world will have only one voice!"

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

At these words,

The Beijing University students around them were ignited, roaring in unison.

Hearing this, Lin Mo sighed and tapped Han Mengqing on the head.

"Ouch!"

Han Mengqing covered her head and looked at Lin Mo with a pitiful expression.

Lin Mo laughed and scolded:

"What are you yelling about?"

"I have zero interest in being some Demon King who rules the world."

"I just want to quietly be a Mage Lord. Whoever messes with me, I take them out. Simple as that."

Listening to Lin Mo's words, which seemed casual but were in fact wildly arrogant to the extreme.

Principal Guhe's expression became incomparably solemn.

He looked at Lin Mo and said in a deep voice:

"Lin Mo."

"This world, at its core, is the strong feeding on the weak, the strong being honored."

"Rules are forever made for the weak."

Principal Guhe took a deep breath:

"If one day in the future."

"You truly can become the all-element Supreme Mage who suppresses Blue Star."

"Then you are this world's rule."

At this point, a flash of complex emotion passed through Principal Guhe's eyes.

He reached out and pressed heavily on Lin Mo's shoulder.

"But, I hope…"

"No matter how high you stand in the future, no matter how terrifying a destructive power you possess."

"Don't forget your roots, don't forget… Dragon Nation."

The atmosphere on the scene instantly grew somewhat Serious.

Xu Wenchang and Han Xue both quietly watched Lin Mo as well.

The greater the power, the harder it is to control.

This is an unchanging truth since ancient times.

Facing Principal Guhe's gaze, which carried a hint of pleading.

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He straightened his back, looked Principal Guhe directly in the eyes, and said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing:

"Principal, you're overthinking."

"I, Lin Mo, was born in Dragon Nation, raised in Dragon Nation, and Dragon Nation has treated me well too — I've taken it all to heart."

"It's simple then: as long as Dragon Nation stands, then I will… guard its prosperity for ten thousand generations."

As he spoke, a domineering arc curved up at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth.

Immediately after, Lin Mo's tone shifted:

"However."

"If anyone wants to use me as a puppet, or tries to make me a pawn in some power game…"

"Then they'd better give up that notion sooner rather than later."

Lin Mo looked at Principal Guhe and smiled lightly:

"Everyone be honest with each other. You're good to me, then I'm good to you."

Hearing Lin Mo's completely undisguised sharpness.

Principal Guhe was not angry in the slightest.

Instead, his heart suddenly thumped, and a flash of shock passed through his eyes.

He has his own views, and he has his bottom line!

He never blindly follows, yet he is Heavy Emotion and values loyalty!

This is the heart of a true hegemon, born for the Wang Zuo!

"Good! Good lad! Well said!"

Principal Guhe's eyes grew hot.

He looked at Lin Mo and said in an incomparably solemn tone:

"Lin Mo, rest assured."

"Dragon Nation will forever only be your steadiest support, never shackles to bind you."

"Whatever you want to do, go ahead and do it!"

"If anyone dares to use you as a blade, dares to play any schemes behind your back…"

Principal Guhe snorted coldly:

"Don't even mention you refusing — this old man would be the first to risk this old life and cut him down!"

Hearing Principal Guhe's ironclad assurance.

Lin Mo smiled faintly.

"With the principal's word, then I can rest easy."

Their gazes met in the air, and everything was understood without words.

Principal Guhe took a deep breath, set aside his sternness, and a smile resurfaced on his face:

"Right, Lin Mo, let me tell you something."

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

"Once you bring back the last Team Fuben record from Ying Nation tomorrow, I'll personally take you to meet Elder Nie."

At this, Principal Guhe suddenly gave a mysterious smile:

"Oh, right."

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

"By then, when your father sees his son, a Four-Element Law King at just eighteen, he'll probably think he's seen a ghost... hahaha!"

"Hmm?"

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

Dad?

No wonder when I've been calling the old man lately, the system always says he's out of service area.

So he went on a business trip?

This old man, going on a business trip without even telling me.

Truly impossible to stop worrying about him.

Lin Mo helplessly shook his head.

"Alright, I understand, Principal."

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

"Go ahead, go ahead!"

Principal Guhe waved his hand with a smile.

Lin Mo nodded to Han Xue and the others, then led Long Xu Ban and the group, striding out of the Team Fuben center.