Chapter 291: Instantly Slaying Two Nations

Amir's head bounced a few times on the ground.

Finally rolled to a stop at Rajat's feet.

A light breeze stirred.

The entire basin sank into deathly silence.

"A… Amir… Lord?"

Rajat stared in disbelief at the head at his feet.

Dead?

Just like that?

So cleanly, so swiftly… dead?

Not even a whole corpse?

Impossible…

Lord Amir was the strongest eighteen-year-old prodigy in the entire world!

The strongest prodigy India had seen in a hundred years!

The master himself had acknowledged him as the one destined to lead India to become the second strongest nation on Blue Star!

How could he possibly die like this?

"Lord Amir!!!"

Rajat collapsed to his knees with a thud.

That scream instantly jolted every Indian student awake.

The Indian students shattered.

In their minds, Lord Amir was invincible, capable of sweeping the entire Ten Thousand Nations Arena.

He died too fast, too cleanly.

What kind of skill was that?

High-grade?

Could it be true—was the Yamato man telling the truth? Was it really high-grade?

On the other side.

Kamon Jin's expression froze.

He turned to glance at the cliff behind him, now flattened to rubble, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He had expected Lin Mo to be strong.

But never this strong!

Even among high-grade skills, there are differences.

To achieve such destructive power, the skill's proficiency must be maxed out.

That means Lin Mo didn't just comprehend a high-grade skill—he mastered it to this extent…

Kamon Jin knew well.

If that spear had targeted him—or anyone else here—the result would have been the same as this Indian representative: no corpse left intact…

"What kind of monster is this?"

Yuuki Kenichi gripped his longsword, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment.

Kamon Jin snapped back to his senses.

He shouted loudly at everyone present:

"Calm down, all of you!"

"What are you panicking for?"

"Do you want to die right here?"

Kamon Jin's blade pointed straight at Lin Mo on the cliff.

"Yes, that was a high-grade skill—so what?"

"High-grade skills have long cooldowns—he won't be able to unleash a second one anytime soon!"

His words ended.

Kusakabe Soichiro stepped forward and shouted:

"The squad leader is right!"

"High-grade skills aren't that easy to master!"

"Lin Mo can only use this one skill—he's currently in a skill cooldown!"

"This is our only chance—kill him!"

Hearing Kamon Jin and Kusakabe Soichiro's words,

everyone snapped back to reality.

"Baka!"

"We almost fell for it!"

"All together—cut him to pieces!"

Yuuki Kenichi roared, a mad killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Rajat, kneeling on the ground, jerked his head up.

His eyes were bloodshot, crimson with rage.

Amir was dead.

Now, he was the highest leader of this Indian team.

"All members of the Burning Class—coordinate with the Yamato people and tear that damn Dragon Country man into shreds!"

Rajat glared fiercely at Lin Mo on the cliff's edge, screaming hysterically.

At his command,

the remaining Indian prodigies drew their weapons.

The Yamato Ghost Corps also brimmed with murderous intent.

Thirty-nine top prodigies.

At this moment, reached an unprecedented consensus.

That was:

Kill the Dragon Country man before them!

Yet.

Just as they prepared to take their first step,

Rajat realized with shock that his feet were locked to the ground, unmoving…

He instinctively looked down.

"What the hell?"

Rajat froze.

The rocky ground beneath his feet had somehow wrapped itself tightly around both of them.

Not just him.

Kamon Jin, Yuuki Kenichi, Kusakabe Soichiro—

every single prodigy present was simultaneously bound in place by the earth.

"What's going on?"

Yuuki Kenichi strained every ounce of his strength, trying to break free.

But he found—

Not a single inch moved!

Kamon Jin also strained desperately.

Yet it was all futile.

The rock had fused them to the entire basin.

…

On the cliff's edge,

the cold wind tousled Lin Mo's messy hair.

He sat atop Daibai, looking down upon the gathered prodigies of all nations.

Watching them struggle desperately,

listening to the Yamato people's rallying cries,

Lin Mo laughed.

This is hilarious, guys.

Skill cooldown?

I've got so many skills, I can't even decide which one to use.

So naive…

Lin Mo thought to himself:

"Xiao Tu, your turn now."

The words had barely left his mouth.

In the skill bar.

【"Earth Shield Technique" surged.】

【"Master! Watch closely! Little Earth won't let you down!"】

The next instant.

Boom—!!

The entire basin's ground began to shake violently.

The earth tore wildly apart, splitting into deep, bottomless fissures.

Rocks shattered and flew outward.

Dust choked the sky.

"What's happening?!"

"An earthquake?!"

The crowd bound in place below stared in terror at their surroundings.

Then.

In their line of sight.

The ground on both sides of the basin exploded violently!

Boom! Boom!

Two colossal rock hands, vast enough to blot out the sky, tore upward from the earth's depths.

Each was as massive as a mountain.

Shadows engulfed the heads of the thirty-nine prodigies.

Shinomochi Kyō snapped his head upward.

He stared at the two rock hands closing in toward them.

His mind went blank.

He wasn't a fool.

"Gao Jie…"

"This is also a Gao Jie skill!"

"How is this possible…"

At this moment, Shinomochi Kyō felt a fear unlike any he had ever known.

"Why?!"

"Why!!!"

"How could he know two Gao Jie skills?!"

"How could anyone at this level, this age, master two Gao Jie skills with entirely different elements?!"

"This isn't right?!"

Next to him, Amanogawa Sōichirō's eyes were hollow.

Despair.

Endless despair.

"It's over…"

Amanogawa Sōichirō let out a bitter laugh.

"I told you before…"

"I told you this trip was wrong…"

"We shouldn't have come. We shouldn't have provoked Dragon Country…"

"Lin Mo…"

"He's nothing short of a great demon king…"

Jia Te stared at the sky-obscuring rock hands.

His psychological defenses shattered completely.

"No… no!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Lord Lin Mo! Grandpa of Dragon Country!"

"I was wrong! I surrender! Please spare my life!"

"I'll give you my exclusive weapon! Please, just let me live…"

Not just Jia Te.

Others from India also cried out in desperate pleas.

"Help!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"Mom!"

Facing the wailing below,

Lin Mo on the cliff showed not an ounce of pity.

This was the real battlefield—either you die, or I do.

"Die."

Lin Mo uttered two calm words.

Boom—!!!

The two mountain-sized rock hands slammed together toward the center.

In the instant the rock hands closed,

the thirty-nine prodigies—the strongest eighteen-year-old warriors of Japan and India—were crushed into pulp.

Blood stained the earth.

Clean. Efficient.

Not giving the enemy a single chance to retaliate.

A mage should be this way.