Chapter 270: Did Dragon Nation Just Send in One Person?!

Looking at this scene.

Guhe's expression changed.

"Time's up."

He turned to Lin Mo:

"Lin Mo, the entrance to the Primary International Battlefield has opened."

"The opening window lasts only five minutes."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo nodded.

He turned around and walked toward the fissure.

At that moment.

The others in Class Long Xu also began shouting.

"Go get 'em, Class Leader!!!"

"Crush them all!!!"

"Class Leader is invincible! Let those bastards come but never return!"

Hearing the shouts behind him.

Lin Mo did not look back.

He simply faced away from them and casually raised his right hand, waving it through the air.

The next second.

A flash of light.

Lin Mo vanished into the fissure.

With Lin Mo's entry.

Everyone fell silent.

Above the dungeon fissure, lines of text appeared.

They displayed the real-time entry status of the eight nations in this International Battlefield.

【Dragon Nation Zone: 1/20】

Just a few seconds later.

The other zones, except for Ying Nation, instantly filled to capacity.

【Great Han Nation Zone: 20/20】

【Tianzhu Nation Zone: 20/20】

【Yue Nation Zone: 20/20】

【……】

Xu Wenchang, watching the text above the dungeon fissure, couldn't help but sigh:

"Principal, Old Nie."

"Do you think…"

"If the other seven nations, including the Adams family, see how few are entering from Dragon Nation…"

"What would they think?"

Hearing Xu Wenchang's sarcasm.

Lin Tianhao snorted, crossing his arms.

His eyes brimmed with pride.

"Think?"

"What could they possibly think?"

"They probably think something's wrong inside Dragon Nation. Let them wonder."

"When the battlefield ends and they realize none of their so-called prodigies made it out, they'll know."

Guhe also smiled and stroked his beard.

"Indeed."

"One man facing a hundred and forty? That's exactly what this old man wants to see."

"Too bad we can't see what's happening inside…"

……

Meanwhile.

In Ying Nation, the Supreme Academy.

In the central plaza of the dungeon.

Cherry blossoms drifted down.

But the atmosphere was deadly serious.

Instructor Inoue Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression icy as he stared at the twenty Ghost God Corps prodigies standing rigidly before him.

At this moment, each of them held a legendary exclusive weapon.

Around the plaza.

Thousands of Ying Nation students filled the area.

Their eyes burned with fanaticism as they gazed at the Ghost God Corps in the center.

"Silence!"

Shinomochi Kyō barked.

The previously noisy plaza instantly fell dead quiet.

"Today!"

"We step into the International Battlefield!"

"That pitiful Dragon Nation, Class Long Xu, that Lin Mo!"

"Under our blades, they'll become nothing but bloody scraps!"

"We shall return victorious, bearing supreme glory and our enemies' heads!"

"Great Ying Empire, ten thousand years!"

Hearing Shinomochi Kyō's words.

The watching students erupted in frenzy.

"Ten thousand years!!!"

"Shinomochi-sama is invincible!"

"Kill every last Dragon Nation dog!"

The fervent shouts echoed to the heavens.

Inoue Yu watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

He stepped forward.

"Enough."

"Remember what I told you yesterday."

"Dragon Nation is no threat."

"Your true target is the exclusive weapons held by the other nations after the purge ends."

"Seize any chance immediately—do not hesitate for a second!"

Hearing this, Shinomochi Kyō curled his lips into a cold smile.

"Don't worry, Instructor Inoue."

"This time, I will bring back over a hundred exclusive weapons for the Great Ying Empire!"

With that,

Shinomochi Kyō turned around.

"Ghost God Corps, follow me…"

"Wait!"

At that moment,

Aso Sōichirō interrupted Shinomochi Kyō.

His face showed clear unease, his eyes locked on the text above the dungeon fissure.

"What's wrong?"

Yanagi Ken'ichi frowned.

Aso Sōichirō pointed upward.

"Dragon Nation's zone… only one person has entered?"

Hearing this,

Shinomochi Kyō and Yanagi Ken'ichi looked up.

Indeed.

While every other nation showed 20/20,

Dragon Nation's column

Clearly displayed the glaring 1/20!

"One person?"

Yanagi Kenichi blinked in surprise.

Then he sneered dismissively.

"Heh."

"This passage just opened."

"There's still five minutes to enter."

"Probably something happened on the Dragon Nation side—late, or infighting, hesitating at the door."

"Don't overthink it. Let's go."

Yet.

Aso Sōichirō remained uneasy.

"I feel something's off…"

"Class president, maybe we… maybe we shouldn't go in?"

At these words,

all the Ghost Gods' disciples froze.

"Baka!!!"

Yanagi Kenichi flew into a rage.

He lunged forward, grabbing Aso Sōichirō by the collar.

"Aso! What are you talking about?!"

"A deserter?"

"Where's your samurai spirit?"

"Is one Dragon Nation person enough to scare you senseless?"

"Do you think I won't cut you down right now?!"

Aso Sōichirō gasped for air, choked.

"I… I just…"

"Enough."

Kamonuki Kyō spoke calmly.

He stepped forward and tapped Yanagi Kenichi's hand.

"Let him go."

Yanagi Kenichi snorted and released him.

Kamonuki Kyō looked at Aso.

"Aso, look at me."

Aso Sōichirō lifted his head, cautiously meeting Kamonuki Kyō's gaze.

Kamonuki Kyō said coldly:

"Do you think, with my current strength and my specialized weapon…"

"Is there anyone my age who can beat me?"

Aso Sōichirō thought for a moment:

"N… no…"

Kamonuki Kyō continued:

"Even if we grant the impossible."

"Even if there were, Kenichi's strength is no lesser than mine."

"Do you think that you, eighteen elite warriors with specialized weapons, plus me and Kenichi…"

"Still couldn't kill one Dragon Nation person?"

Under Kamonuki Kyō's oppressive reassurance,

Aso Sōichirō's fear was forcibly suppressed.

Right.

The class president and Kenichi were both here, each with specialized weapons.

How could they lose?

"I… fine."

Aso Sōichirō clenched his teeth.

"Good."

Kamonuki Kyō turned around.

"Let's go in!"

Soon,

twenty Ghost Gods' prodigies vanished into the dungeon rift.

At this moment,

Instructor Inoue Yu stood outside.

He raised his head, his gaze falling once more on the rift above.

His brow furrowed.

What the hell is the Dragon Nation up to?

Did they really get late?

He checked his wristwatch.

Let's wait a bit longer.

As time passed,

only ten seconds remained.

Inoue Yu watched the timer uneasily.

"10…"

"9…"

He stared at the entry status across all battle zones above the rift.

The Dragon Nation zone remained at 1/20.

"????"

"3…"

"2…"

"1…"

Hum—!

As the five minutes ended,

the dungeon rift shuddered violently.

Instantly, the red glow along its edges solidified.

The passage closed completely.

Inoue Yu snapped his head up, staring again at the rift above.

All battle zones' entry statuses were now locked.

【Yamato Zone: 20/20】

【Great Han Zone: 20/20】

【Tianzhu Zone: 20/20】

…

【Dragon Nation Zone: 1/20】

"…."

Inoue Yu was stunned.

"What the fuck?"

"What the hell is the Dragon Nation doing?"

"They only sent one person?!"