Chapter 42: What a Total Embarrassment!
「Ah, this…」
Xu Wenchang's aged eyes locked onto the screen, letting out a dry gasp of astonishment.
As the admissions officer for the Dragon Sequence Class at Tianlong Academy, he had seen countless ways to clear the Trial Tower.
Some relied on positioning and kiting, others on burst damage to instantly kill, and some even on summoned beasts to tank.
But he had never seen anything like this…
Brick up the monster spawn point, then flood it with fireballs!
Remember, 【Earth Flow Wall】 is an advanced earth skill.
At just three days post-transformation, an ordinary earth mage would be lucky to hold up a wall at all—let alone construct such a thick, perfectly seamless hexagonal cage.
More importantly, while achieving this level of 【Earth Flow Wall】, he also possesses the terrifying firepower to instantly melt ten goblins!
Even a genius with innate dual affinity for earth and fire would consider it impressive if they could stabilize a moderately thick wall and nail their fireball accuracy at the major exam.
«Old Xu, what do you say? »
Lin Tianhao's mouth twitched harder than an AK, yet he forced a calm expression.
Xu Wenchang took a deep breath, his voice thick with awe:
«Old Lin, your boy… he's no ordinary kid…»
«No no, he's just a bit stronger than average…» Lin Tianhao said, his eyes flicking toward Zhao Lei.
Xu Wenchang turned to the technician:
«Rewind the footage! Slow motion! »
The footage reversed.
Everyone clearly saw the rain of fireballs reduce the bewildered goblins to ash.
Most crucially, Lin Mo never once glanced at what was inside the earth wall!
«Did you see that? »
Xu Wenchang pointed at the screen, his voice low:
«Every split fireball landed precisely on one goblin. »
«Without line of sight, he locked onto every monster's position—this kind of absolute perception… honestly, I've never seen anything like it…»
«Hahaha, Old Xu, you're exaggerating. »
Watching his son receive such high praise, Lin Tianhao couldn't help but blush, waving his hand:
«You can do this too, can't you? How come you've never seen it before? »
Hearing this, Xu Wenchang shot Lin Tianhao an annoyed glare:
«Old Lin, that's not fair—you've been transformed for thirty years, your son for three days. How can you compare? »
«This is a genius—a true genius! Old Lin, I really owe you thanks for notifying me in time; otherwise, we'd have lost him for the Dragon Sequence Class. »
«Ha… hahaha…»
Lin Tianhao and Su Wan exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with amusement.
«Come on, Old Xu, you're overdoing it. »
Su Wan stepped in, speaking just right:
«What genius? Our Mo'er has no grand ambitions—he's just lazy. »
«He thinks chasing monsters is too tiring, so he came up with this lazy trick: trap them and blow them up, just to save effort. »
«Exactly, » Lin Tianhao added. «Our Mo'er's been like this since he was a kid—always lying down if he can. »
The couple played their parts in perfect harmony.
To Xu Wenchang and Zhao Lei, it sounded like: «Basic move, no need to be impressed, everyone sit. »
Zhao Lei's face remained calm, but inside, his mind was in turmoil.
Such terrifying elemental control… such unimaginable tactical thinking…
He had been wrong—those Abyss Team Fuben had nothing to do with Xia Qingyue.
It was this kid who led the team through them!
Damn… misjudged him completely.
Xu Wenchang glanced at the data and spoke again:
«Three seconds. »
«Old Lin, what's the current record for our Trial Tower? »
Lin Tianhao thought for a moment, calmly replying:
«The current record is five years ago—Layer 27, total time 20 minutes, excluding any mid-run rests. »
«20 minutes… Layer 27…»
Xu Wenchang murmured, «At this pace, Lin Mo won't just break the layer record—he'll likely break the fastest clear time for every single layer. »
«Hmph, dreaming! »
Zhao Lei finally couldn't hold back, sneering and interrupting Xu Wenchang's speculation.
He stared coldly at the screen, trying to salvage some dignity: «Old Xu, you're overestimating him. »
«The last five layers have 25-level monsters, plenty of them, even flying ones. »
«How are a few earthen walls supposed to hold? »
Lin Tianhao merely smiled faintly: «Old Zhao, your vision is limited. Since you think it's a dream, let's keep watching. »
Zhao Lei's face darkened, falling silent, turning instead to his precious son.
Too bad—his own son couldn't even match Lin Mo's little toe.
…
Meanwhile, in the independent space within the second level of the Trial Tower, Zhao Yu was present.
"Huff—huff—"
Zhao Yu leaned on his staff, gasping for breath.
Though he had won that battle, it had not been easy.
These ten Goblin Warriors were not only thick-skinned and tough, but also skilled at splitting up and flanking, with fierce aggression.
He had to constantly maneuver to draw them out, calculate skill cooldowns precisely, and release each fireball with perfect timing.
"This level of combat… is this only the second level…?"
Zhao Yu walked over to a supply crate, pulled out a basic mana potion, and downed it in one gulp.
【Congratulations, candidate Zhao Yu! Level Two has been cleared!】
【Time: 1 minute 47 seconds!】
【Prepare yourself—Level Three will begin in five minutes!】
Hearing the broadcast, Zhao Yu's face broke into a smug smile.
One minute forty-seven seconds…
An ordinary A-rank candidate would struggle for at least three to five minutes, and might even get injured.
Even among S-rank talents, those who could finish within two minutes were few and far between.
Yet he had done it in under one minute fifty seconds!
This score, in past years, would have been the absolute peak among S-rank talent candidates!
And Jianghai City had no one above S-rank.
That meant…
His current score was almost certainly crushing the entire field!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu turned his head, his gaze landing on the surveillance camera in the corner.
"Dad, did you see that?"
"This is the dominance of an S-rank Flame Mage!"
"This year, the Jianghai City top scorer is mine!"
Though he could not see the monitor room's screen, he was certain his father was now seated in the VIP monitoring room, watching him with pride.
…
At this moment, inside the monitoring room.
Since Lin Mo had already cleared the trial, everyone's attention was fixed on the other enlarged screen—Zhao Yu's.
Watching Zhao Yu's strange smile on the screen, Lin Tianhao feigned confusion and asked:
"Old Zhao, what's your son muttering over there?"
Zhao Lei's face turned black at this.
No one knows a son better than his father.
He knew his son too well.
From that look, from the angle of that smirk, Zhao Lei could guess exactly what the boy was thinking.
Normally, he would have been proud, delighted.
But now…
Looking at the monster who cleared Level Two in three seconds beside him, then at his own son's "I'm the greatest" expression,
Zhao Lei felt a surge of blood rushing to his scalp—he wanted to crawl into the screen and drag Zhao Yu out to beat him senseless.
Shameful…
So damn shameful!
End of Chapter
