Chapter 269: Does the Class Monitor Have a System?

"Heh heh…"

Principal Guhe let out a sigh, his gaze complicated.

"Thunderlight Sword Rain."

"Ten thousand bolts of thunder transform into sharp swords, the might of heaven vast and sweeping, an indiscriminate chain of thunderstorms covering everything."

"That is a true thunder-element killing divine technique."

"This old man here… has almost forgotten this high-tier skill."

"Compressing violent thunder into swords, while maintaining the form of thousands upon thousands of them, and finally forming a resonance…"

"The last time anyone in our Dragon Nation comprehended this move was two hundred years ago."

"That one person was a thunder-element Supreme Archmage who shook the entire Blue Star."

Hearing Principal Guhe's words.

Han Mengqing sharply drew in a breath of cold air.

"My heavens…"

"In other words, no one has successfully comprehended this move for two hundred years?"

"And Class Monitor just comprehended it just like that?"

"Class Monitor… is he even human?"

Chu Lingxuan was also utterly dumbfounded.

"Too absurd."

"Really too absurd…"

At this moment.

Xu Wenchang also gave a wry laugh.

"It's not just that 'Thunderlight Sword Rain'."

"That 'Grip of the Earth' is even more outrageous."

"If I remember correctly, the last person to successfully comprehend this move has to be traced back three hundred years!"

At these words.

The students of Long Xu Ban once again fell into shock.

Lin Mo had casually pulled out high-tier skills that no one had successfully comprehended for two hundred and three hundred years!

"Holy crap…"

"Skills nobody comprehended for a hundred years, and Class Monitor comprehended two in one night — is Class Monitor stocking up?"

Wang Dawei scratched his head.

"I always feel like Class Monitor has a system, kills monsters for points, then just casually exchanges for high-tier skills…"

Hearing this.

Ye Kong immediately kicked over.

"Get lost!"

"Read less web novels!"

"What Class Monitor has is absolute, top-tier talent!"

"If you have that kind of time, learn more from Class Monitor."

"Look at Class Monitor — having the talent to crush everything is one thing, but he's also more hardworking than any of us."

Being lectured like this by Ye Kong.

Wang Dawei scratched his head a little sheepishly and gave two dry laughs.

"Heh heh…"

"Brother Kong's lesson is right, I was just cracking a joke…"

Listening to the students' conversation.

Principal Guhe also let out a long sigh.

"This kid Lin Mo…"

"Honestly."

Principal Guhe's tone carried three parts reproach and seven parts heartache.

"Yesterday I told him over and over to rest well today, conserve his energy, and prepare to face today's Seven Nations Allied Forces."

"And this kid turned right around and pulled an all-nighter grinding again!"

Principal Guhe shook his head.

"Why won't he ever listen?"

"Even if his body were made of iron, staying up all night comprehending high-tier skills like this — his mental strength can't take it."

Listening to Principal Guhe's words.

Xu Wenchang was stunned for a moment.

Then he reminded him:

"Principal, have you forgotten?"

Principal Guhe was taken aback.

"Forgot what?"

Xu Wenchang said:

"Have you forgotten that Lin Mo still has a contracted beast? Didn't Lin Mo say that the contracted beast possesses all the skills he knows."

"I reckon, knowing Lin Mo's personality…"

"Last night, the pact beast was working overtime outside, while he himself was fast asleep in the dormitory."

These words fell.

Guhe froze in place.

Several seconds passed.

"Hehehe..."

Guhe suddenly understood.

"How could I have forgotten—pact beasts can hunt monsters independently."

"But honestly, Lin Mo's pact beast is truly terrifying..."

"I wonder whether this new high-level skill was mastered by the pact beast or by Lin Mo himself."

Xu Wenchang waved his hand.

"Bah, why care so much!"

"Whether it was the beast or the man who mastered it, in the end, it's all Lin Mo's power!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Xu Wenchang sighed:

"Add last night's two moves."

"How many high-level skills does Lin Mo now have?"

"Ten or eleven? I can't keep track..."

At that moment.

Guhe sensed movement behind him and turned around.

Nie Zhenguo and Lin Tianhao from Tianshu Mansion were striding toward them.

"Senior Nie, General Lin."

Guhe hurried forward to greet them.

Xu Wenchang quickly followed.

"Principal Gu."

Nie Zhenguo gave a slight nod.

Lin Tianhao glanced around.

"Wait, old Gu, where's my son? Hasn't that brat arrived yet?"

Guhe smiled.

"Hahaha... Old Lin, don't rush—the Wanguo Battlefield opens in three minutes."

"Relax. Lin Mo is always careful and punctual—he'll be right on time."

Lin Tianhao snorted.

"That brat."

"He dares to show up right at the last minute for something this important?"

The moment he finished speaking,

Xu Wenchang caught sight of Lin Mo slowly walking toward the center gate of the Team Fuben.

"Ha!"

"Here he is!"

All eyes snapped toward him.

Lin Mo remained his usual lazy, casual self.

He walked up to the group.

"Huh?"

Lin Mo paused.

"Dad? Why are you here?"

Hearing his son's words,

Lin Tianhao glared at him irritably.

"You brat!"

"Today is the day you enter the Wanguo Battlefield!"

"Such a big occasion!"

"Do you think I'd miss it?"

"Well, yeah, I guess..."

Lin Mo scratched his head.

His father, though usually rough and tough-looking,

genuinely cared for him—no one could deny that.

When he was bullied at school, his father had once marched straight to the gates with his troops to defend him...

But now,

Lin Mo sensed something was off.

At times like this,

his soldier-brat father would normally clasp his shoulder and brag endlessly about how glorious he was when he entered the Wanguo Battlefield,

or tease him a little.

But today—

Lin Tianhao did not smile.

On that face, which always bore an unrestrained grin, was written pure seriousness.

Even,

there was a trace of solemnity and worry.

Lin Tianhao reached out and placed his hand on Lin Mo's shoulder.

"Son."

"I know you, kid, are strong. Abnormally strong."

"But this time, Old Nie's guess is probably right. Those bastards from the Adams family will most likely get those seven nations to unite."

"After all, that's one hundred and forty of the absolute top geniuses from every nation!"

"Open spears are easy to dodge; hidden arrows are hard to guard against."

A faint redness appeared in the corners of Lin Tianhao's eyes.

"Son..."

"Forget it, I won't say too much; it would seem overly sentimental."

"Just remember this: if you truly encounter a danger you can't handle, run when you need to."

"Your old man hasn't never run in all these years. If you can't win, run. That's perfectly normal, understand?"

Hearing Lin Tianhao's words of caution.

A warm current surged in Lin Mo's heart.

"Hey, Old Lin, Old Lin, what are you thinking?"

"You're underestimating your son too much. It's just one hundred and forty people. How genius can they possibly be?"

"You... just put your mind completely at ease."

Hearing his son's arrogant yet confident words.

Lin Tianhao paused for a moment.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the worry in his heart.

"Alright then, I'll just wait here for you to return in triumph!"

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth curled up.

"It's a deal."

Just at that moment.

The Team Fuben rift belonging to the Primary World War suddenly erupted with a dazzling crimson light.

The edges of the rift began to twist.

A wave filled with the aura of slaughter spread outward.