Chapter 314: Putting on a Show Right in Front of the Demon Lord!

Fang Wen's words were confident and every word a pearl.

In his mind,

under the premise of high-level skills, the attribute suppression from level differences is an insurmountable chasm.

Unless one's elemental control is absurdly strong and high-level skill proficiency is outrageously high.

And

one must continuously unleash high-level skills at peak proficiency, one after another, to possibly bridge this twenty-level gap.

But for Lin Mo to master high-level skills at this level is already insane enough.

How proficient could he possibly be?

How many could he possibly know?

Lu Chen glanced at Fang Wen and smiled:

"Fang Wen, don't speak so absolutely. Haven't you heard?"

"A few days ago, our Chairman Yan Lie went to Jingda and fought Lin Mo."

"Chairman Yan Lie lost to Lin Mo."

Hearing this,

Fang Wen sneered again.

"Hmph, I heard about it."

"It's only because Yan Lie cared about his face and voluntarily lowered his own attributes to match Lin Mo's level."

"What kind of real combat is that?"

"That's just child's play!"

Fang Wen said coldly.

"Our levels, our attributes—they're the result of our hard work, blood, and sweat."

"They're part of our strength."

"Why should we lower our attributes to fight him?"

"It's utterly ridiculous!"

Fang Wen scanned the group and concluded:

"In short,

I still say the same thing."

"In terms of potential and talent, I admit Lin Mo."

"But in terms of current combat power, to be our chairman—

no way!"

Seeing Fang Wen's attitude,

Lu Chen laughed heartily and waved his hand.

"Alright, alright."

"Fang Wen, why are you so worked up with us?"

"Like we're agreeing to let him become chairman."

Bam!

Lu Chen lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and said:

"You're right."

"His potential is indeed enormous; he'll surely be the anchor of Dragon Nation's future."

"But for now, his strength isn't sufficient to be our leader."

Chen Feng also nodded.

"But honestly,

if Yan Lie really steps down and we must elect a new chairman,

I think it should be Fang Wen."

Chen Feng looked at Fang Wen.

"Among all of us, your combat power is second only to Yan Lie."

"You becoming chairman would earn everyone's respect."

At this moment,

the others also voiced their agreement.

"No problem."

"Better to have Fang Wen lead us than some ungraduated student."

Hearing the support,

Fang Wen couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, Lu Chen slapped the table and said:

"Then it's settled."

"When Yan Lie brings Lin Mo back,

we'll all stick to the same line: we all disagree."

Lu Chen looked at Fang Wen and smiled.

"If Lin Mo wants to be chairman, let's follow Youth Association rules."

"Let's see if he can beat all of us into submission."

"When the time comes,

Fang Wen, you go first."

"With your strength, if you don't hold back, he won't even pass you—saving the rest of us the trouble."

Hearing this, Fang Wen's lips curled into a confident smile.

"Hmph, I've got no problem."

"I won't be as foolish as Yan Lie, lowering my own attributes."

"I'll use my full strength to make this so-called genius understand what a truly insurmountable chasm means!"

……

……

On the other side,

a black business car slowly pulled into the Dragon Nation Mage Association headquarters.

"We're here."

Yan Lie, sitting in the front passenger seat, spoke.

Lin Mo lifted his head and looked out the window.

No wonder this was the Dragon Nation Mage Association headquarters.

So majestic…

Dozens of grand towers stood in orderly arrangement.

Above the main building, a massive golden hexagram emblem gleamed in the sunlight.

Soon,

the car came to a smooth stop.

"Get out."

Yan Lie opened the door.

Lin Mo stepped out as well.

Zhang Han followed closely behind, walking cautiously.

Yan Lie turned around, pointed to the building on the left, and said to Zhang Han:

"Zhang Han."

"Go to that building over there."

"There's a dedicated new member reception desk on the first floor—just handle your membership procedures there."

After giving the instruction, Yan Lie glanced at Lin Mo again.

"I have other matters to attend to with Lin Mo. Once you're done, you can leave on your own."

Hearing Yan Lie's words,

Zhang Han wanted to protest a thousand times in her heart.

But she knew she and these two big shots belonged to entirely different worlds.

Just riding in the same car was a fortune earned over eight lifetimes.

She quickly bowed deeply.

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Chairman Yan!"

Then,

she turned to look at Lin Mo, her eyes filled with admiration and reluctance.

"Senior Lin Mo…"

Thank you for letting me ride with you today.

I hope I'll have the chance to see you again.

Lin Mo gave a slight nod.

Mm.

Zhang Han bowed again.

Then,

Lin Mo followed Yan Lie, turning toward another building.

Zhang Han stood where she was, gazing longingly at their backs—more precisely, Lin Mo's back.

So handsome, so strong…

Sigh…

I'm definitely not worthy of a big shot like him…

She muttered a few words.

Zhang Han touched her slightly warm cheeks, then turned and walked toward the building Yan Lie had pointed to.

…

…

Not long after,

Qingxie Building.

On the first floor, in a spacious, bright reception room for new members.

The room was quiet.

Zhang Han sat at the desk.

Holding a pen, she quickly filled out information.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Zhao Peng walked in, his face clearly showing panic.

Zhang Han heard the noise, lifted her head for a glance, then looked away.

She had no fondness whatsoever for Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng shut the door behind him, then leaned over to Zhang Han's side, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Zhang… Zhang Han."

Zhao Peng swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"That… that…"

"Lin Mo…"

"Isn't he…?"

Before he could finish,

Zhang Han didn't look up, saying coolly:

"Yes."

"The Lin Mo you're thinking of."

Hearing Zhang Han confirm it outright,

Zhao Peng felt his head buzz.

Fuck…

Fuck!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

It's really that demon king, Lin Mo!

Recalling the things he'd said on the high-speed train, right in front of Lin Mo,

Zhao Peng wanted to slap himself hard!

He'd shown off right in front of the demon king!

What the hell was he even?

Zhao Peng hurriedly asked:

"Zhang Han, tell me quick—did Lin Mo big shot say anything about me on the car?"

"Will he hold a grudge?"

Watching Zhao Peng's pitiful demeanor,

Zhang Han rolled her eyes and sneered:

"Get real."

"Do you really think you're that important?"

"Who is Lin Mo big shot?"

"Hold a grudge against you? Do you even qualify?"

"Don't overestimate yourself."

"In Lin Mo big shot's eyes, you're not even worth a single ant."

Hearing Zhang Han's merciless mockery,

Zhao Peng's face flushed red and pale in turns.

Normally,

if the goddess he'd been chasing said this to him, he'd have jumped up to argue.

But now,

he didn't argue at all—instead, a wave of relief rose in his chest.

Still, Zhao Peng wasn't quite reassured, pressing further:

"Really?"

"Lin Mo big shot didn't mention me at all?"

Zhang Han grew annoyed by his questions.

"Stop bothering me."

"Lin Mo big shot didn't even utter your name—he has no time to care about someone like you."

Saying this,

Zhang Han paused, then lifted her head and said:

"By the way."

"Let me tell you something."

"Lin Mo big shot didn't come to headquarters to take the membership exam."

"He's here to become chairman."