Chapter 313: Yan Lie Steps Down? Lin Mo Becomes Chairman?

Headquarters of the Dragon Nation Mage Association.

In a spacious conference room of the Youth Association building.

Smoke curled through the air.

Around the conference table sat a dozen people.

They all looked young.

But each had a rank above level 60.

They were the senior leadership of the Dragon Nation Mage Youth Association—regional directors and council members.

At this moment.

The atmosphere in the conference room was quiet.

A young man with a shaved head had his legs propped on the table, a cigarette dangling from his lips, idly blowing smoke rings.

His name was Lu Chen.

Council member of the East China Region.

On the other side, a young man in black clothing lowered his head, idly playing with a dagger that gleamed with cold light.

Chen Feng, council member of the South China Region.

At that moment.

The heavy door of the conference room was shoved open from outside.

A burly, broad-shouldered young man walked in.

He wore a black vest.

His exposed arms were corded with muscle, pulsing with explosive power.

"Oh?"

"Ain't that our Fang Wen, Big Councilor Fang?"

"What's the deal?"

"Starting to act all high and mighty now?"

Lu Chen exhaled a smoke ring, teasing.

He flicked away some ash.

"All these regional directors and council members are just sitting here, waiting for you alone?"

"You're putting on quite the show."

Facing Lu Chen's teasing.

Fang Wen feigned a fierce expression and cursed.

"Get lost."

Then he walked to the conference table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"I just crawled out of a dungeon, hadn't even had a sip of water, and rushed right here."

"So what?"

"I'm late by a little—do you have a problem with that, Lu Chen?"

"If you've got a problem, keep it to yourself!"

Hearing Fang Wen's words.

The others in the conference room also laughed.

They were all senior members of the Youth Association.

Similar in strength, and generally got along well.

This kind of banter was nothing unusual.

Fang Wen turned to Lu Chen, his expression turning serious.

"Enough."

"Stop fooling around."

"Let's get to the point."

Fang Wen scanned the room.

"Why did you call all of us here? If you don't have a major reason, don't blame me for twisting your head off."

At these words.

All eyes turned to Lu Chen.

It was Lu Chen who had summoned them.

Lu Chen met their gazes, then crushed out his cigarette.

"Alright. Since everyone's here, I'll speak plainly."

His gaze swept over each person.

"Yan Lie is stepping down."

The words hung in the air.

Everyone froze for a moment.

Yan Lie—the brute, the madman—was stepping down?!

What's going on?

After several seconds.

Fang Wen finally snapped out of it and said:

"Yan Lie stepping down? He's at the peak of his power—why step down now?"

"Lu Chen, is this news reliable?"

Lu Chen rolled his eyes.

"Obviously."

"When has Lu Chen ever spread false information?"

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair and spread his hands.

"It's absolutely true."

"Yan Lie has formally submitted his resignation as Youth Association chairman and will be promoted to vice-chairman."

"And it's already been approved."

Hearing this confirmation.

The conference room fell silent again.

If true.

It was indeed a major event!

Fang Wen's eyes grew fiery.

If Yan Lie was stepping down.

Then, according to Youth Association rules, the new chairman would have to be chosen from among these council members.

Strength rules!

Whoever had the strongest fists would sit in that chair!

Fang Wen rolled his wrists.

"Since Yan Lie's done."

"The chairman's seat needs to be re-elected."

Fang Wen lifted his chin, scanning the room.

"Let me be clear upfront."

"We're all old acquaintances here—everyone knows exactly what each other's worth."

"No matter who among you today wants this chairman's seat."

"I, Fang Wen."

"Will be the first to refuse."

Fang Wen's voice rang out clearly.

"Want to be chairman?"

"First go to the training ground and knock me down!"

Fang Wen's words were full of provocation.

But they were also the truest reflection of the Youth Association.

Here.

There was no seniority—only strength mattered.

Just as Fang Wen prepared to face challenges from other Youth Association elites.

Lu Chen shook his head.

He sighed.

"Fang Wen."

"Calm down."

Lu Chen looked at Fang Wen, his tone oddly measured.

"This chairman's position."

It's not about stepping down in favor of any one of us here.

Upon hearing this.

Fang Wen paused in surprise.

Not in favor of anyone here?

Then who?

The strongest in the Youth Association are all here, aren't they?

Is there some unseen monk sweeping the floors?

At this moment.

Chen Feng, seated across from him, couldn't help asking:

"Stop fucking around—whose idea was this? Fuck, spit it out already!"

At these words.

Lu Chen didn't take offense; he laughed heartily:

"Alright, alright, you're all as impatient as monkeys."

"It's Lin Mo."

"Lin Mo?"

"Which Lin Mo?"

Fang Wen frowned, asking instinctively.

Lu Chen rolled his eyes.

"Which Lin Mo?"

"The one who stole the spotlight yesterday on the Ten Nations Battlefield."

"The class monitor of this year's Dragon Order class at Jingda—Lin Mo."

"..."

"Holy shit!"

Hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help blurting out a curse.

"Him?"

Fang Wen tightened his brow.

Lu Chen nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

"Yan Lie stepped down specifically to make way for him."

"This afternoon, Yan Lie personally went to the Tian Shui high-speed rail station to pick him up—by now, he's probably on his way to headquarters."

At this moment.

The conference room fell into silence.

This news was truly explosive.

A rookie who'd switched careers less than a month ago? A first-year college student? To become chairman of the Youth Association?

Unbelievable!

"Hmph."

After a half-minute of silence, Fang Wen let out a cold laugh.

"Lin Mo wiped out the seven-nation alliance single-handedly and brought back over a hundred legendary specialty weapons—his record is indeed impressive. I admit that."

"Lin Mo's talent, even by Blue Star's historical standards, is unprecedented. I admit that too."

"But..."

Fang Wen scanned the room.

"This is the Dragon Nation Mage Youth Association, not some school."

"Here, we value strength, not some damn potential."

"Whoever has the strongest fist becomes chairman."

"Everyone here is level 60 or above. Even if Lin Mo is strong, he's definitely not above level 50, right?"

"On what grounds does he presume to tower over all of us and take the chairmanship?"

After Fang Wen finished speaking,

Chen Feng, seated across, frowned slightly.

"You can't say it like that."

"Lin Mo wiped out the seven-nation alliance alone—that proves he very likely mastered a Gao Jie skill."

"Possibly more than one."

Hearing Chen Feng's rebuttal,

Fang Wen sneered.

"So what?"

"Gao Jie skill?"

"Who here doesn't know a Gao Jie skill?"

"Don't you, Chen Feng? Or you, Lu Chen?"

Fang Wen glanced at the two and continued:

"To be blunt,"

"Lin Mo's level being able to unlock a Gao Jie skill is indeed peerless talent."

But precisely because of that, he was able to slaughter freely in the Primary Ten Nations Battlefield.

After all, the Primary Ten Nations Battlefield is filled with novices who only know Zhong Jie techniques.

"With a Gao Jie skill, Lin Mo was just overwhelming them—downgrading the fight."

"But here—in the Mage Youth Association—"

"Everyone here knows Gao Jie skills. Under these conditions, how can Lin Mo possibly dominate when he's twenty levels behind us all?"