Chapter 269: Is the Class Monitor Got a System?

"Hehe…"

Guhe sighed, his gaze complex.

"Lei Guang Jian Yu."

"Countless thunderbolts transform into swords, heavenly might surging, indiscriminate lightning chain reactions covering everything."

"That is a true thunder-based killing technique."

"Old man I… have almost forgotten this high-level skill."

"Compressing wild thunder into swords, maintaining thousands upon thousands of forms, then achieving resonance…"

"The last time someone from our Dragon Nation mastered this technique was two hundred years ago."

"That individual was the Thunder Sovereign who shook the entire Blue Planet."

Hearing Guhe's words,

Han Meng instantly drew a sharp breath.

"My god…"

"So no one has successfully mastered this technique in two hundred years?"

"And yet the class monitor just casually figured it out?"

"The class monitor… is he even human?"

Chu Lingxuan was also frozen in stunned silence.

"This is insane."

"Truly insane…"

At this moment,

Xu Wenchang let out a bitter laugh.

"It's not just that 'Lei Guang Jian Yu' technique."

"The 'Earth Grasp' is even more outrageous."

"If I recall correctly, the last person to master this technique was three hundred years ago!"

At these words,

the students of Long Xu Class fell into shock once more.

Lin Mo had casually unlocked two high-level skills no one had mastered in two hundred and three hundred years!

"Holy shit…"

"Skills no one masters in a century—the class monitor learned two in one night. Is he stocking up?"

Wang Dawei scratched his head.

"I keep feeling the class monitor has a system—kill monsters to earn points, then freely exchange for high-level skills…"

Hearing this,

Ye Kong kicked him hard.

"Shut up!"

"Stop reading so much webnovels!"

"The class monitor has supreme talent!"

"Instead of this nonsense, go learn from the class monitor."

"Look at the class monitor—he has overwhelming talent, yet still works harder than all of us."

After being scolded by Ye Kong,

Wang Dawei scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled awkwardly.

"Hehe…"

"You're right, Brother Kong—I was just joking…"

Listening to the students' chatter,

Guhe let out a long sigh.

"That boy Lin Mo…"

"Really."

There was three parts reprimand, seven parts concern in Guhe's tone.

"Yesterday I told him over and over to rest well today, conserve his energy, and prepare for the Seven Nations Army."

"Yet this kid stayed up all night training again!"

Guhe shook his head.

"Why won't he listen?"

"Even iron bones can't withstand such all-night enlightenment of high-level skills—his spiritual energy will collapse."

Hearing Guhe's words,

Xu Wenchang paused.

Then he reminded him:

"Principal, didn't you forget something?"

Guhe blinked.

"Forgot what?"

Xu Wenchang said:

"You forgot Lin Mo has a contract beast? Lin Mo said his contract beast possesses all his skills."

"I'd guess, given this kid's personality…"

"Last night, the contract beast was out grinding, while Lin Mo slept soundly in his dorm."

At these words,

Guhe froze in place.

Several seconds passed.

"Hehehe…"

Guhe suddenly understood.

"How did I forget—the contract beast can grind monsters independently."

"But honestly, Lin Mo's contract beast is terrifying…"

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

Xu Wenchang waved his hand.

"Who cares!"

"Whether the beast or Lin Mo learned it, it's still Lin Mo's power in the end!"

"Tsk tsk tsk…"

Xu Wenchang sighed:

"Add these two from last night."

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

"Ten or eleven? I can't keep track…"

At that moment,

Guhe sensed movement behind him and turned.

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

"Nie Elder, General Lin."

Guhe hurried forward to greet them.

Xu Wenchang followed quickly.

"Principal Gu."

Nie Zhenguo gave a slight nod.

Lin Tianhao glanced around.

"Hey, Old Gu, where's my son? Hasn't that brat shown up yet?"

Guhe smiled.

"Hahaha… Old Lin, don't rush—the World Arena opens in three minutes."

"Relax. Lin Mo is always reliable—he has strong time discipline. He'll be right on time."

Lin Tianhao snorted.

"That brat."

"For such a big event, he still dares to show up at the last minute."

No sooner had he spoken,

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

"Ha!"

"Here he comes."

All eyes turned toward him.

Lin Mo was still his usual lazy, casual self.

He walked up to the group.

"Hm?"

Lin Mo blinked in surprise.

"Dad? Why are you here too?"

Hearing his son's words,

Lin Tianhao glared at him irritably.

"Brat!"

"Today's the day you enter the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield!"

"Such a big occasion!"

"How could I not be here?"

"Yeah, that's true..."

Lin Mo scratched his head.

His dad, though usually laid-back and rough-looking,

truly cared for him—no one could deny that.

When he got bullied at school, his dad would directly bring his men to the gate to back him up...

But now,

Lin Mo sensed something was off.

At times like this,

his soldier-of-a-father would normally clasp his shoulder and brag nonstop about how glorious he was when he entered the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield.

Or tease him a little.

But today,

Lin Tianhao didn't smile.

His face, usually twisted in a carefree grin, was filled with seriousness.

Even more,

a hint of gravity and worry.

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

"Son."

"I know you're strong—insanely strong."

"But this time, Old Nie's guess is probably right. The Adams clan's brats will likely get those seven nations to unite."

"After all, that's one hundred and forty of the top prodigies from every country!"

"It's easy to dodge a spear, hard to avoid a hidden arrow."

Lin Tianhao's eyes faintly reddened.

"Son..."

"Forget it, no need to say more—it sounds sentimental."

"Just remember, if you ever face danger you can't handle, run."

"I've run before in my years—not running when you can't win is perfectly normal, got it?"

Hearing his father's advice,

Lin Mo felt a warm surge in his chest.

"Come on, old Lin, what are you thinking?"

"You're underestimating your son too much. Just one hundred and forty people? How prodigious can they really be?"

"Just relax—leave it all to me."

Hearing his son's bold yet confident words,

Lin Tianhao paused.

He took a deep breath and forcibly pushed down his worry.

"Alright then. I'll wait here—for your triumphant return!"

Lin Mo's lips curled upward.

"Deal."

At that moment,

The rift of the Primary Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield suddenly erupted in a blinding crimson glow.

The edges of the rift twisted.

A wave of murderous energy spread out.