Chapter 287: The Ying People Only Have This Much Ability to Fabricate Stories

Cold winds whistled and darted through the broken rock walls.

Twenty members of the Ying Nation's Ghost and God Host stood frozen, staring blankly at the message that had just popped up on their system panel.

"Ah!"

Yagami Kenichi roared.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot.

He, Yagami Kenichi, had been the outstanding one among his peers since childhood, one of the top geniuses across the entire nation.

Wherever he went, he was met with looks of awe and humble bows.

Who dared show him even a shred of disrespect?

But today.

In this arena of a hundred nations.

He was actually being pointed at and humiliated by a Dragon Nation person!

Calling him "dog" again and again!

Calling himself "grandpa" again and again!

"Baka!!!"

Yagami Kenichi could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

His long sword left its sheath.

With a single slash, he split a huge boulder nearby in two.

Pebbles flew everywhere.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Yagami Kenichi, his eyes red, radiated killing intent from head to toe.

"That damn Dragon Nation person!"

"What does he think he is?"

"Does he think killing a few stupid dogs from the Great Han Nation makes him invincible under heaven?!"

Yagami Kenichi spun around abruptly.

"I'm going to kill him right now!"

"I'll tear his mouth apart inch by inch!"

"I'll cut out his tongue and feed it to dogs!"

As Yagami Kenichi erupted.

The other members of the Ghost and God Host around him were stirred into a frenzy, their fury reaching the sky.

"Yes!"

"Kill him!"

"Too arrogant! They simply don't put our Great Ying Empire in their eyes!"

A Ying Nation genius drew the staff in his hand.

"Let's go!"

"Let's teach him a lesson!"

"Do they really think the Ghost and God Host are pushovers?!"

"Only by torturing him with the cruelest methods can we wash away our humiliation!"

Everyone drew their signature weapons.

In the crowd.

Only Tiancao Zongyilang remained silent.

He looked at the furious crowd, words on his lips, but swallowed them back down.

He knew that speaking now would only provoke the crowd's wrath.

But in his heart, he was very clear.

Lin Mo...

Was absolutely not bluffing.

He could only turn his gaze toward the spiritual leader of this year's Ghost and God Host, Kannazuki Kyō.

Kannazuki Kyō's cold voice rang out.

"Everyone, shut up."

As he spoke.

The previously noisy rift instantly fell silent.

"Class monitor..."

Yagami Kenichi gritted his teeth.

"Are you still going to endure? Are you still going to let him be so arrogant?"

Kannazuki Kyō glanced at Yagami Kenichi.

"Endure?"

"When did I ever say I would endure?"

"Have you forgotten our primary purpose for coming in here?"

Kannazuki Kyō stepped forward.

His gaze swept over everyone present.

"Remember this!"

"Our Great Ying Empire is a follower of the great Adams family!"

"We are the most loyal subordinates of my lords Adams!"

"Completing the tasks of my lords Adams is always the top priority!"

Kannazuki Kyu took a deep breath.

"Absolutely, no mistakes are allowed!"

Yagyu Kenichi gripped his sword hilt; he still felt somewhat unwilling.

"But..."

"That Dragon Country man has already been shitting on our heads..."

Kannazuki Kyu let out a cold sneer.

"So what?"

"You all saw the various situations Lin Mo has displayed."

"He annihilated the Great Han Country's Bai Hu Camp."

"He possesses a contracted beast and is suspected of mastering high-level skills."

"He even instantly killed Jiro's summoned creature from five kilometers away."

Kannazuki Kyu narrowed his eyes.

"All of this proves that this fellow named Lin Mo is absolutely not simple!"

"What my lords Adams want is to ensure the Dragon Country people cannot leave this Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield."

"What we need to do is very simple."

"That is, we must guarantee one hundred percent completion of my lords Adams' orders, understand?"

Kannazuki Kyu's train of thought was very clear.

Given the various bizarre performances Lin Mo has shown, he had lost confidence in whether this current group of Onmyoji could kill Lin Mo.

"Then what should we do?"

Yagyu Kenichi replied, forcibly suppressing his anger.

Kannazuki Kyu looked at him.

"I will continue to send a message to the Tianzhu Country."

"Tell them exactly what we just saw."

"Including Lin Mo annihilating the Great Han Country, including the contracted beast by his side, and also the speculation that he may have mastered high-level skills."

Hearing these words.

Yagyu Kenichi paused for a moment.

"Captain, why tell those idiots in the Tianzhu Country? They didn't even reply to our message just now!"

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Kannazuki Kyu's mouth.

"They didn't reply just now because they thought the Dragon Country was just a joke."

"But now."

"If they know Lin Mo is a monster capable of solo-clearing the Bai Hu Camp, do you think they will still sit still?"

"Only by combining the strength of our two countries can we ensure Lin Mo is killed without a single flaw."

"As for the other four countries, let them be; after we finish dealing with Lin Mo, we will go settle the score with them."

Having said that.

Kannazuki Kyu began editing the message.

Yagyu Kenichi couldn't help but ask:

"Then..."

"What if the people of the Tianzhu Country still ignore us?"

Kannazuki Kyu raised his head, paused for a moment:

"Then we will go over there and find them personally."

At the same time.

In a vast basin.

Amir was leading the members of the Tianzhu Country's Burning Heaven Class, standing at the edge of the basin.

At this moment, Amir.

Was bare-chested, the pure gold ornaments he wore shimmering faintly under the dim light.

He pressed his palms together, his expression calm and arrogant.

Before them was a giant werewolf of massive size, looking up at the sky and letting out a deafening roar.

This werewolf was covered in black steel-like fur, its eyes blood-red.

It held a giant double-bladed battle axe in its hands.

Its ferocious aura, even from far away, made people feel their hearts race.

Just then.

Rajat saw the message sent by the Ying Country on the panel.

Afterwards,

His expression became somewhat strange.

"What's wrong?"

Amir noticed his strangeness and asked.

"My lord Amir..."

"Over from Ying Country... another message has arrived."

"Oh?"

Amir raised an eyebrow.

"What did they say?"

Rajat swallowed hard.

"They say..."

"The Han Kingdom's Bai Hu Camp was wiped out by Lin Mo alone."

"And..."

"The people of Ying Country also claim that this Lin Mo possesses a Contracted Beast, and has a very high probability of mastering a High-Level Skill."

After hearing Rajat's report,

the prodigies of the Fen Tian Class all wore strange expressions.

"This... these people from Ying Country, did they drown in their own brains?"

Rajat couldn't help but complain.

"Han Country may be loudmouthed, but their strength is undeniable—could one man really annihilate Bai Hu Camp? Even my lord Amir..."

Here he stopped.

"Hmm?"

Amir cast him a cold glance.

Rajat quickly corrected himself:

"With my lord Amir's power, what is Bai Hu Camp? Even if Bai Hu Camp joined forces with the Ghost Spirit Clan, they wouldn't last three minutes in my lord Amir's hands!"

Amir let out a cold snort.

A sneering smile lingered on his face.

"The people of Ying Country have nothing but this talent for making up stories."

He tilted his chin slightly, his eyes brimming with condescending arrogance.

"Contracted Beast?"

"Even our Fen Tian Class's instructors can't tame a Contracted Beast—how could a mere student fresh into the Junior Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield do it?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Rajat nodded frantically in agreement.

"This is utterly absurd!"

"And he probably mastered a High-Level Skill?"

"My Fan Tian!"

"Mastering a High-Level Skill already makes one a core combat asset of a nation!"

"In some small countries, it's outright top-tier combat power!"

"A first-year student mastering a High-Level Skill?"

"That's pure nonsense!"

The prodigies from India burst into laughter.

Rajat turned to look at Amir.

"My lord Amir, what do you think?"

Amir didn't even lift his eyelids.

"What do I think?"

"I don't care what the Ying Country people are aiming for."

"They're not worth my thought."

"There's plenty of time left in the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield."

"Plenty of time to play around."

With that said,

Amir turned his gaze to the howling werewolf before him.

"Rajat."

"How many minutes do you think it'll take us to take down this boss?"

Rajat immediately shouted:

"With my lord Amir here, we can take it down in five minutes!"

Hearing this answer,

Amir sneered.

Slowly, he raised his right hand and extended three fingers.

"Three minutes."

His voice carried an air of inexplicable confidence.

"This dog only deserves three minutes of my time."

The moment he finished speaking,

Amir's gaze abruptly changed.

Hum!

Six spectral arms erupted behind him, overwhelming pressure sweeping across the entire arena.

"Three minutes, take down this boss."