Chapter 272: Class Monitor, He Seems to Be Insulting You

Lin Mo petted it for a long while.

He stood up and slapped his hands.

"Alright, time to get to work."

Looking at the massive white beast before him.

Lin Mo stroked his chin.

Then, he flipped over effortlessly and straddled the beast's back.

"…"

The beast froze instantly.

In the skill bar.

【"How dare you!!!"】

【"How dare you ride on Your Majesty's back?!"】

【"I am Lei Ting, the Sovereign! I will never be anyone's mount!"】

【"Get off me at once! Or else…"】

"Slap!"

Before Thunder Strike could finish its outburst.

Lin Mo delivered a light but firm smack to the back of the beast's head.

"Or else what?"

Lin Mo's voice turned icy in an instant.

"Lei Ting, Sovereign?"

"How about I cut off your food? What do you think of that?"

"Behave yourself, or I'll let Xiao Bing take over—I'm sure she'd be happy to be a mount."

The moment Lin Mo finished speaking.

【"Ice Spike" immediately screamed wildly in the skill bar.】

【"Master! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!"】

Thunder Strike, who had just been ready to die defending its dignity, fell silent at the words "cut off food."

It knew this master was perfectly capable of doing it.

It didn't want to go without thunder-element food from now on.

【"…"】

【"Your Majesty… Your Majesty is not submitting to you."】

【"Thunder Strike" still clung to its last shred of pride.】

【"Your Majesty merely thinks…"】

【"With Your Majesty's speed, you can find those ants fastest."】

【"This is purely for efficiency!"】

【"It's absolutely not because Your Majesty wants to be your mount!"】

Listening to Little Thunder's excuse.

Lin Mo smirked and didn't bother exposing it.

"Enough talk."

"Lord Lei, let's go find a boss first and get the first kill."

"Then…"

"Wait for the Seven Nations' allied army to come and deliver themselves to death."

"Let's go!"

…

At the same moment.

The Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, southwest direction.

A region riddled with massive chasms.

Space twisted violently.

Twenty top prodigies from the current generation of the Ying Nation's Ghost Gods Corps appeared simultaneously on this land.

After landing, Yuuki Kenichi.

Plunged his legendary exclusive weapon, the Wu Shidao, deep into the ground.

He took a deep breath of the blood-scented air.

His eyes blazed with fanaticism.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield?"

"Perfect! I can already feel my blade craving blood!"

Shinonome Kyō paid no attention to his excitement.

The first thing he did after landing.

Immediately pulled up the battlefield's system panel.

But the next instant.

His pupils shrank sharply.

【Dragon Nation Zone: 1/20】

"Nani?!"

Kannazuki Kyo's brow was tightly furrowed.

"So there's really only one person?!"

Yagyu Ken'ichi, who was standing nearby, heard this and also looked at the panel.

"Baka!"

"What the hell are the Dragon Nation people up to?"

"Have they lost their minds?"

"With a five-minute entry window, even a pig crawling should have crawled in by now!"

"They actually only sent in one person?"

Behind them.

Tiancao Zongyilang saw this, and a hint of unease surfaced on his face.

"I knew it…"

He walked over to Kannazuki Kyo's side and said urgently:

"Class monitor, since Dragon Nation dares to send only one person in, that proves they definitely have some trump card!"

"They couldn't possibly not have guessed that after consecutively snatching the Adams family's records, the Adams family would sit still — and yet they still dare to send just one person in."

"If this isn't handing someone a free kill, what is it?"

"Dragon Nation… wouldn't do something like this."

Hearing Tiancao Zongyilang's words.

Yagyu Ken'ichi's face darkened. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Tiancao Zongyilang by the collar.

"Baka!"

Yagyu Ken'ichi glared at him.

"Tiancao, you bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Shaking morale at a time like this — are you tired of living?"

"What trump card could they possibly have?"

"He's just a professional under level 40. With so many of us, and each of us wielding a specialized weapon, what waves could he possibly make?"

Listening to Yagyu Ken'ichi's roar.

Tiancao Zongyilang opened his mouth, but was rendered speechless by the retort.

That's right.

With so many of them, and each wielding a specialized weapon, what was there to fear?

"Enough."

Kannazuki Kyo spoke flatly.

"Tiancao's concerns do hold some merit."

"The Dragon Nation higher-ups aren't fools. To dare send one man in alone, they must have some trump cards."

"However…"

Kannazuki Kyo shifted his tone, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"It's not a big problem."

"Just as Ken'ichi said, no matter how strong, he's still just a professional under level 40."

"We're all roughly the same level, and with so many of us, there's no reason to be afraid."

Although Kannazuki Kyo said this.

Tiancao Zongyilang still felt a twinge of unease.

He urged:

"Class monitor…"

"Even so, we can't afford to be careless!"

"The orders Lord Adams issued were for a joint encirclement by the seven nations!"

"We can't act alone!"

"Let's contact the people from the other countries first."

"With one hundred and forty people gathered together, no matter how freakishly powerful that Dragon Nation's trump card is, he absolutely won't escape!"

"Class monitor, let's be steady!"

Listening to Tiancao Zongyilang's ceaseless urging.

Kannazuki Kyo frowned slightly, a flash of irritation crossing his eyes.

"Alright, alright."

Kannazuki Kyo impatiently cut him off.

"All this namby-pamby nonsense — it's an utter disgrace to our Oni Gods!"

Having said that.

He began privately messaging the people from the other countries.

This was also a special minor function in the battlefield, allowing one to send messages to people from other countries.

Moreover, it would automatically translate the language, so there was no need to worry about language barriers.

【I am the representative of Ying Nation, Kannazuki Kyo.】

【Please lead your teams to rendezvous with me.】

【Let us discuss how to encircle and annihilate that Dragon Nation person.】

The message was sent.

Kannazuki Kyo waited quietly for a reply.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

Half a minute passed.

On the system panel, a deathly silence.

Ryūgū Ken'ichi stood to the side, his expression gradually darkening.

"Class monitor."

"These guys don't seem to be paying us any attention."

"..."

"I can see that."

Kannazuki Kyo said calmly.

Though his expression was composed, his hand was already secretly clenching.

Damn those useless bastards, how dare they ignore his message?

Just then.

The captain of Daehan Nation, Jin Taicheng, replied.

【Siba!!!】

【What kind of thing do you think you are? And you dare give orders to me?】

【Discuss? Discuss your mother, siba!】

【Just a little mouse from Dragon Nation, I could stomp you to death with one foot!】

【Need to team up with you useless trash?!】

【Don't come near me!】

【If you dare send another message to bother me, once I get the first kill, I'll slaughter you short-legged dogs along with them!】

【Bah!】

"..."

Ryūgū Ken'ichi said:

"Class monitor, it looks like he's cursing you..."

"... I can see that."

Kannazuki Kyo's face was black as the bottom of a pot.

The veins on his forehead bulged one by one.