Chapter 258: Seven Nations United in Ambush!

Before the dungeon rift.

Xu Wenchang's lips twitched slightly.

"Heh."

"Another record under one minute."

"And now it's down to fifty seconds."

"Principal, I really think 'Great Demon King' suits him perfectly."

Guhe couldn't help shaking his head.

"This kid…"

……

Hum—!

The rift rippled.

Lin Mo walked out of the dungeon with the Longxu Class, his expression relaxed.

Da Bai followed beside him, yawning lazily.

And at this moment.

Lin Mo's level had reached 38.

He was now only two levels away from 40.

Soon, he'd unlock a new skill tree, and another new family member would join his household.

As for the next element.

Lin Mo had already made up his mind.

Wind.

Wind aids fire; fire rides the wind's power.

Learning wind would elevate his burst potential even further.

It would also make him more agile.

Thinking of this, a flicker of anticipation passed through Lin Mo's eyes.

"Lin Mo, well done!"

Guhe and Xu Wenchang walked over.

Xu Wenchang gave a thumbs-up, unable to help praising:

"Fifty seconds!"

"Another record under one minute!"

"You've completely crushed the Adams family's face into the ground and rubbed it around."

Lin Mo smiled.

"What can I say? They're just that weak."

Guhe was beaming.

He glanced at Lin Mo, then at the rest of the Longxu Class behind him.

Then he smoothed his expression, his demeanor turning serious.

He pointed toward an office area on the other side of the dungeon center.

"Let's go."

"To the conference room."

……

Everyone followed Guhe and Xu Wenchang.

They walked down the corridor into a vast office.

Lin Mo surveyed the surroundings.

The office was enormous.

In the center stood a massive rosewood conference table.

The walls were covered with dungeon analysis charts and world maps.

The room's soundproofing was excellent; the moment the door closed, the noise outside vanished completely.

"Take your seats."

Guhe said calmly, then sat in the main chair.

Everyone sat around the rosewood table.

The atmosphere grew heavy.

Guhe slowly scanned each person present.

"Classmates."

"Tomorrow is the official opening day of the Junior International Arena."

"You all know what the International Arena is for—only one goal: seize its exclusive weapon resources."

"Exclusive weapons are a nation's critical strategic resource."

"A cultivator with an exclusive weapon versus one without—even at the same level—is worlds apart."

Guhe paused, then continued.

"In the past,"

"Each generation of the Longxu Class, as the nation's strongest reserve at this level, would enter the International Arena as a full unit—to fight, to plunder—for the country and for yourselves."

Everyone will enter the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, to fight and plunder—for your country and for yourselves.

Guhe took a deep breath.

"But this time,"

"Things are different."

Hearing Guhe's words,

Ye Kong, Han Mengyao, and others instantly grew alert.

Each straightened their backs.

Guhe continued:

"Because of Lin Mo's emergence,"

"The current balance on Blue Star is showing signs of cracking."

"You know that the Junior International Arena randomly matches eight nations into the same zone."

You should know that the Primary Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield randomly matches eight nations from around the world into the same theater.

Guhe's gaze sharpened.

"The seven nations matched with our Longguo are…"

"Great Han, Tianzhu, Ying, Yue…"

A string of names rolled out.

Ye Kong frowned slightly.

"These seven nations…"

Guhe nodded.

"Correct."

"All seven are vassals of the American Adams family."

"They're deeply entangled with the Adams family—plainly put, they're seven vicious dogs the Adams family has bred."

Xu Wenchang, beside him, took over, his tone icy.

"Because of Lin Mo, one after another, you've shattered the Adams family's dungeon records."

"And they won't let that stand—watching all records handed to us."

"They can't afford to lose face."

"So, Nie Lao concluded,"

"The Adams family will make these seven nations unite."

"In the International Arena, they'll launch a full-scale ambush against our Longguo's Longxu Class!"

Launch a full-scale ambush against our Long Nation's Long Order Class in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield!

The conference room erupted.

The conference room erupted in sudden chaos.

Wang Dawei slammed his fist on the table, face flushed with rage.

"Disgraceful!"

"Absolutely disgraceful!"

"Can't beat our class leader in direct dungeon records, so now you resort to dirty tricks?"

Chu Lingxuan clenched her teeth, furious.

"Seven nations ganging up on one?"

"What kind of fair International Arena is this?!"

"It's utterly shameless!"

It was utterly shameless!

Han Meng clenched her small fist, burning with rage.

"Are we afraid of them?!"

"With the squad leader here, whether it's seven nations or eight, we'll knock them all to the ground!"

Watching the students' fervent emotions.

Guhe raised his hand and pressed down slightly.

"Quiet."

The conference room fell silent once more.

Guhe looked at this group of vibrant prodigies, a complex glint in his eyes.

"You're right."

"Lin Mo's strength, you've all witnessed."

"Even if all seven nations unite, I still believe Lin Mo can wipe them all out alone."

"But…"

Guhe shifted tone, his gaze sweeping over everyone except Lin Mo.

"What about you?"

"To be blunt."

"This time, the opponents you face are the elite prodigies of the other seven nations, your own age."

"They have brains, tactics, strength…"

Xu Wenchang sighed beside him and added:

"Classmates."

"In past Wanguo Battlefields, there was no coordinated seven-nation extermination campaign."

"Even with risk, we would have sent all of you in without hesitation—fight however you must, life or death is fate."

"But this year is different."

"Lin Mo alone is enough to overturn the entire Wanguo Battlefield."

"So for you…"

Xu Wenchang gave a bitter smile.

"The principal and I originally planned for you to enter behind Lin Mo, to gain experience, to see the world."

"But after careful consideration…"

"That won't work."

"It would only lead to needless casualties—and might even drag Lin Mo down."

Guhe picked up Xu Wenchang's thread.

"That's why I've called you here today—to tell you this."

"For this year's Junior Wanguo Battlefield, it's entirely up to your own will."

"If you want to go, go."

"If you don't, the school and the nation won't force you—and no one will say a word against you."

In the conference room.

The Longxu Class students, who had been so fiery moments ago, now fell utterly silent.

They had known the Wanguo Battlefield's dangers since their first day of enrollment.

Every year, someone from Longxu Class stayed there forever.

They weren't afraid of death.

None who entered Longxu Class were cowards.

But…

This time, the situation was clearly different.

Seven nations united in joint attack!

Exponential surge in danger!

And the purpose of entering the Wanguo Battlefield was to seize exclusive weapon resources.

If they entered…

Under siege by the seven nations' prodigies, Lin Mo would not only have to kill enemies and seize resources, but also divert attention to protect them.

What kind of training was this?

Going to be a burden?