Chapter 293: Survive, You Must Survive!

The four-nation alliance fell into silence.

After a long while,

Siam's team captain, Song Pa, finally spoke, breaking the suffocating stillness.

"Since the other three nations have all been wiped out by Long Country's Lin Mo, what do we do next?"

He looked around.

"Hide from that Long Country guy and keep hunting bosses elsewhere?"

As soon as he spoke,

"No!"

Ma Bian's team captain, Wu Kelin, cut in without hesitation.

His expression was extremely serious.

"We absolutely cannot hunt any more bosses!"

"Don't forget—every time you kill a boss, the entire battlefield is notified, and the kill coordinates are exposed!"

Wu Kelin spoke rapidly.

"Although the coordinates aren't real-time,

Lin Mo has already wiped out the other three nations, proving his mobility is far from slow."

"We're eighty people on this ship—it's too heavy."

"I guarantee, before we even kill a few bosses, Lin Mo will find us."

"Then what do we do?"

Listening to Wu Kelin's analysis,

Vietnam's team captain, Nguyen Van, clenched his dagger tightly.

His face flushed red with frustration.

"Are we just going to hide forever and do nothing?"

Nguyen Van gritted his teeth.

"This is fucking humiliating!"

"We're the top prodigies selected from our respective nations!"

"Are we just going to cower like turtles?!"

Nguyen Van stepped forward sharply.

"My suggestion: go elite!"

"Eighty people is too large a target—easy to catch."

"Let's pick the twenty strongest from these eighty!"

"Form a highly mobile elite squad!"

"Kill bosses at top speed, grab the exclusive weapons, and retreat immediately!"

"The rest scatter and hide!"

After hearing Nguyen Van's proposal,

Qiandao's team captain, Su Xiluo, and Siam's team captain, Song Pa, both looked torn.

They were also the top prodigies of their nations at this age.

They shared nearly the same thoughts as Nguyen Van.

Hiding until the end of the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield was simply too humiliating.

Su Xiluo sighed.

"We all entered carrying our nations' honor."

"If we truly hide from start to finish,

and word gets out back home that we were so terrified of a single Long Country man we didn't dare kill a single monster…"

"How can we ever face anyone again?"

"Exactly—our faces would be completely ruined."

Song Pa nodded in agreement.

Wu Kelin glanced at the three of them and sneered:

"Face?"

"Nguyen Van, are you out of your mind?"

"Your so-called elite squad—can it match the Han Kingdom's White Tiger Unit? Can it match the combined power of Shinmu Kyō and Amir?"

"How long has it been since we entered? They're already dead."

"On what grounds do you think your twenty-man group can even stand against Lin Mo?"

Nguyen Van's face flushed.

"If we kill fast enough, kill and run—"

"Run?"

Wu Kelin cut him off.

"Can you outrun that demon king?"

"As long as we're hunting bosses, our coordinates keep getting exposed—it's only a matter of time before we're caught."

Saying this,

Wu Kelin turned his gaze to the other two.

"I ask you:

Is your life more important, or your exclusive weapon?"

"If you're dead, who are you showing your face to? The King of Hell?!"

"The Han Kingdom, the Ying Kingdom, the Tianzhu Kingdom—they weren't weak, were they? Now they're all completely destroyed!"

Nguyen Van opened his mouth,

then let his dagger hang limply.

He had no reply.

Song Pa let out a long sigh.

"Wu Kelin is right."

"Face means nothing—survival is what matters."

Su Xiluo also sighed and nodded.

"Then let's just survive, brothers."

"No more hunting. Find a place to hide."

"The Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield is huge—he won't find us."

The eighty prodigies had lost all their former confidence.

Each looked as if they'd lost a loved one.

Their only hope now was that time would pass faster.

After all, they currently held eighty exclusive weapons.

That demon king had no reason not to guess.

Such a massive quantity of exclusive weapons absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the demon king, Lin Mo.

…

Meanwhile,

Long Country, Capital University.

The Replica Center Plaza.

Crowds buzzed loudly.

The entire plaza seemed ready to be overturned by thunderous cheers.

"Demon King is awesome! Demon King is invincible!"

"Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!!"

"The Ying and Tianzhu Kingdoms—what trash! Crushed instantly by the Demon King!"

The watching students were wildly excited.

Unlike the four-nation alliance inside the battlefield, they had witnessed firsthand the simultaneous instant annihilation of Ying and Tianzhu.

They knew clearly: such clean, decisive instant kills, such overwhelming domination ignoring numerical superiority,

who else but their own Demon King, Lin Mo, could achieve it?

At the very front of the plaza,

the atmosphere in Class Long Xu was even more electric.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

Han Mengqing jumped up in excitement.

"Our class leader is so cool!"

"I knew it! I knew those foreign bastards couldn't even match one of our class leader!"

"Instant kills! All instant kills!"

Wang Dawei's face flushed with excitement.

"Class monitor is awesome! Class monitor is number one in the world!"

"Let those bastards know who the true dominant power of Blue Planet is!"

Ye Kong shook his head and sighed.

"Terrifying."

"Forty top prodigies—even if they stood still and let me kill them, I'd still need half a day to finish..."

Han Mengyao gazed at the scene above the rift in the replica, murmuring:

"No wonder he's the class monitor..."

"No wonder he's the class monitor—capable of suppressing an entire era."

Ahead of Class Longxu.

The array of senior figures now wore broad smiles.

Xu Wenchang laughed uproariously, completely disregarding decorum.

"Hahahaha!"

"Good kid! You did brilliantly!"

"Thrilling! So thrilling!"

Principal Guhe stood rigid, his aged eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good, very good."

"Hahahahaha!"

Nie Zhenguó also threw back his head and laughed loudly.

Although there was currently no concrete evidence proving that the seven nations were jointly besieging Longguo on the Ten Nations Battlefield,

Nie Zhenguó trusted his judgment, trusted his understanding of the Adams family.

Nie Zhenguó unleashed an astonishing aura.

"That boy Lin Mo is using his fists to tell the whole world."

"Longguo cannot be insulted!"

Among the crowd.

Lin Tianhao held his chin high.

"You all, calm down."

"There'll be many more situations like this in the future."

"When my son one day wipes out the Adams family alone, won't you all be stunned?"