Chapter 280: Play Lightning in Front of Tae-sung? You

Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield.

Eastern Ruins.

Boom!

The massive one-eyed demon let out a desperate scream and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Its huge body dissolved into a thousand shimmering specks of light.

Fuck!

Kim Tae-sung's entire body was wracked by wild lightning, scorching the ground around him black.

His eyes were red, like a furious beast.

"If it weren't for that damn bastard Lin Mo!"

"That first kill would've been ours!"

Kim Tae-sung trembled with rage.

Beside him.

A male student stepped forward.

"Tae-sung oppa! Don't be angry!"

"Since Lin Mo took the first kill, the unique weapon must be on him!"

"And he even said he's waiting for us!"

Li Zhiyan pressed close, wrapping both arms around Kim Tae-sung's arm.

"That's right, Tae-sung oppa~"

"That Chinese guy not only stole your first kill."

"He just dared to insult you in private chat!"

"He clearly doesn't respect the Great Han Nation!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Li Zhiyan's eyes.

"Tae-sung oppa, let's go kill him right now!"

"Take back the unique weapon!"

Listening to their incitement,

Kim Tae-sung's fury had reached its peak.

"Hmph."

He let out a cold snort.

"Relax."

"That bastard Lin Mo will die for sure."

"He's arrogant, isn't he?"

"Didn't he message saying he's waiting right there for me?"

Kim Tae-sung spun around sharply.

His gaze swept over the other seventeen prodigies of the Great Han Nation behind him.

"Everyone!"

"Target: Lin Mo's coordinates!"

Kim Tae-sung roared to the sky.

"Follow me!"

"Let that ignorant Chinese trash see!"

"What's the price of arrogance!"

Twenty prodigies of the Great Han Nation surged forward, racing toward Lin Mo's coordinates with ferocious momentum.

……

At this moment.

On Lin Mo's side.

Cold wind howled, whipping up dust from the ground.

He sat cross-legged atop a massive boulder.

Calm and relaxed.

Beside him, the massive White lay obediently curled up.

Lin Mo's hands skillfully rubbed and kneaded White's body.

"Mmm…"

White let out a soft, blissful sigh.

Its eyes narrowed into slits of pure pleasure.

Where was the dignity of the Thunder Lord?

It was nothing but a fox utterly addicted to massage.

In the skill bar:

【"Thunder Strike" is still stubbornly arguing.】

【"On the right… yes, apply more pressure behind the ear…"】

【"Hmph, this body's senses are too sensitive. I'm helping it desensitize…"】

Lin Mo continued petting the fox.

And glanced at the time.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"What's going on…"

"I sent my coordinates ages ago—why hasn't anyone shown up?"

"Are they all cowards?"

Lin Mo yawned.

"They promised seven nations would hunt me down. So damn slow."

Just as Lin Mo grew impatient,

In the skill bar,

"Earth Shield" stirred, sensing something.

【"M…Master!"】

【"Something's coming!"】

"Hmm?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

【"Earth Shield's voice sounded excited."】

【"I feel it—vibrations in the ground over there!"】

【"About twenty people, maybe more!"】

【"And they're moving fast—heading straight for us!"】

Hearing Xiao Tu's report,

Lin Mo's eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh?"

He stopped his hands.

Turned his head toward the eastern horizon, following Xiao Tu's perception.

"Finally."

Lin Mo stood up from the boulder.

Patted White's neck.

"Alright, Thunder Lord."

"Massage time's over."

"Time to work."

Hearing Lin Mo's words,

White snapped its eyes open.

The lazy, blissful gaze vanished without a trace.

Zizz…

Thunder cracked.

White's pale blue fur stood on end.

Wild lightning coiled and surged across its massive body like writhing thunder dragons.

Lin Mo watched the transformed Thunder Fox with satisfaction, nodding.

"Little Thunder, go."

"Make it quick and clean."

【"Hehe…"】

【"Thunder Strike's arrogant voice echoed in the skill bar."】

"As you wish."

"I will make them understand…"

"What is heavenly punishment?"

The words had barely finished.

At the edge of sight.

Dust swirled into the sky.

Twenty figures appeared in Lin Mo's line of sight.

"Tai Cheng! Look over there!"

At the front of the group, the male student spotted Lin Mo at once.

"Coordinates are correct! It's him!"

"He's really just standing there like an idiot waiting!"

Hearing this, Kim Tae-sung snapped his head up.

His gaze locked tightly onto Lin Mo.

"Sseokka!"

"We finally found him!"

Kim Tae-sung's eyes burned with bloodthirsty fervor.

At that moment,

Li Zhiyan pointed at the massive creature entwined in lightning beside Lin Mo.

"Huh?"

"Tai Cheng oppa, what's that thing next to him?"

Li Zhiyan's face was filled with confusion.

"A demon?"

"Could it be… a bonded beast?!"

Hearing Li Zhiyan's words,

Everyone turned their gazes toward Da Bai.

Before they could make out anything clearly,

Suddenly!

Boom—!!!

The already gray sky suddenly churned violently.

Layers of thick thunderclouds gathered furiously above their heads.

Within the clouds,

Lightning rolled and roared like a mad dragon.

A suffocating heavenly authority descended from above.

"What the hell is this?"

The male student turned pale.

"A natural disaster in the Ten Nations Battlefield?"

Li Zhiyan was also terrified, her face drained of color.

Only Kim Tae-sung,

Glanced at the storm above,

Then at the giant fox radiating lightning beside Lin Mo.

Then,

He burst into a boastful laugh.

"Hahahahaha!"

"So he's a lightning user too!"

Kim Tae-sung slammed his foot down, lightning erupting violently over his entire body.

"You dare play with lightning in front of me?!"

"Arrogant fool!"

"I am the universe's number one Thunder Berserker!"

Hearing Kim Tae-sung's words,

The Da Han soldiers paused in surprise.

Then they suddenly understood.

Of course!

Tai Cheng is Da Han's once-in-a-century top prodigy!

SSS-rank Thunder Berserker!

To play lightning in front of him?

"Hahahaha!"

The male student laughed loudly.

"I feel sorry for this Longguo prodigy—he's run straight into Tai Cheng's path."

Li Zhiyan sneered with contempt:

"Exactly!"

"Tai Cheng oppa, show him what real lightning looks like!"

"Let him learn how to write 'death'!"

Listening to their praise,

Kim Tae-sung's confidence swelled to its peak.

Lightning surged wildly over his body!

"Worthless Longguo trash, die!"

Kim Tae-sung roared to the sky, brimming with murderous intent.

"Brothers! Attack!"

As his words fell,

Kim Tae-sung led the charge.

With nineteen Da Han prodigies behind him, they charged toward Lin Mo's position.