Chapter 50: Ambush Lin Mo!

Inside the monitoring room.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the boy clad in lava armor.

Just moments ago, they had witnessed a textbook-level solo kill.

“This…”

Xu Wenchang’s voice trembled.

His eyes brimmed with awe as he murmured:

“Facing the Shadow Wing Demon Lord—high agility, high evasion—he didn’t rush to attack. Instead, he feigned offense with fireballs, pretending weakness to lure the demon lord closer.”

“Once close enough, he used the high defense and melee boost of his [Lava Armor] to pin the Shadow Wing Demon Lord, nullifying its greatest speed advantage!”

“At point-blank range, he unleashed the unavoidable [Infernal Spiral Dragon Bullet], then immediately erected a earth wall to block escape routes, chaining the impact stun into [Flame Pillar]…”

“Using the airborne mechanic of [Flame Pillar], he seamlessly followed up with [Multiple Exploding Fireballs] mid-air…”

“This entire combo was flawlessly linked, fluid as flowing water, with not a single unnecessary motion!”

Saying this, Xu Wenchang sharply turned to Lin Tianhao, his eyes burning:

“Old Lin, Lin Mo doesn’t just master his skills to perfection—he’s terrifyingly calm in tactics. This is top-tier combat intuition!”

“Such talent appearing in a student who just switched classes three days ago… it’s monstrous!”

Lin Tianhao’s heart swelled with pride.

He nodded, suppressing his excitement:

“Old Xu, my boy Mo may be lazy, but he’s got brains. What do you think? Is this performance good enough for your Dragon Order Class?”

Xu Wenchang took a deep breath without hesitation:

“More than enough!”

“Just based on this tactical thinking and skill micro-management, even if he were a blank-slate mage, I’d claim him!”

Here, Xu Wenchang changed tone:

“But the final exam still has a second phase: real PVP combat.”

“Human complexity far exceeds that of monsters.”

“I want to see if he can maintain this composure when faced with human betrayal.”

Lin Tianhao smiled confidently:

“Then keep watching. I’m sure this kid won’t disappoint you.”

Meanwhile,

In the corner, Zhao Lei’s face had turned ashen.

His eyes locked onto Lin Mo on the screen.

As commander of Jianghai City’s defense forces and a high-rank fire-class practitioner, he knew better than anyone what he had just witnessed meant.

Perfect fusion of fire and earth elements—offense and defense unified, transcending into a qualitative leap.

That was a combination technique requiring profound understanding of both elements and countless trials to unlock!

How could this be?

He himself, for thirty years, had never unlocked a single combination technique.

Lin Mo, in three days, had already mastered one?

Skipped thirty years of wrong paths?

“This can’t be…”

Zhao Lei felt his worldview crumbling.

Lin Tianhao watched Zhao Lei’s stunned expression and felt a quiet satisfaction.

He personally detached a display screen, then snapped off a corner of the solid wood desk, and walked over slowly.

“Old Zhao.”

“There’s no joking in the military…”

“Mo has passed. You can’t escape the screen.”

“And… here’s the desk corner too. Have it while it’s hot. Don’t be polite.”

“….”

Zhao Lei’s face looked worse than if he’d eaten shit.

“Hmph!”

He let out a cold snort and burned the screen and desk corner to ash with a wave of his hand.

Crunch crunch—

The chewing sounds echoed through the room.

A true master, even when eating a screen, chewed with the ferocity of crushing an enemy’s bones.

Lin Tianhao watched with a smile, kindly offering a cup of water:

“Take your time. Don’t choke. No one’s going to steal it from you.”

…

Outside the Trial Tower, on the plaza.

As Lin Mo cleared Floor 30, the entire plaza erupted.

“Cleared… cleared it?”

“24 seconds?! Floor 30 in just 24 seconds?!”

“I took three minutes just to get through Floor 1—he cleared Floor 30 in 24 seconds? Is he even human?!”

Among the crowd,

Zhao Yu stared at the name at the top of the leaderboard, his eyes glazed.

“Impossible… impossible… how did he do this?”

“The historical record was only Floor 27—how did he clear Floor 30 so fast?”

“How?”

At that moment,

A cry rang out from the crowd:

“Holy shit! My uncle works as a technician in the monitoring center—he just secretly messaged me!”

“The Floor 30 boss is the Shadow Wing Demon Lord—the so-called ‘Mage Killer’!”

At these words, the crowd exploded.

“What? The Shadow Wing Demon Lord? I remember the textbook saying: if you’re a mage and face this thing, just give up and die with dignity…”

“Insane… how did a fragile mage pull this off?”

“Is Lin Shao cheating?”

Hearing the tidal wave of astonishment around him,

Zhao Yu felt suffocated.

His body trembled uncontrollably; his once-arrogant eyes now bloodshot.

A crushing sense of defeat washed over him.

“24 seconds… impossible…”

Zhao Yu gritted his teeth.

His prized S-rank talent now felt like the biggest joke imaginable.

At that moment, his lackey crept up cautiously and whispered soothingly:

“Zhao… Zhao Shao, don’t lose heart. This is only the first phase.”

“Lin Mo’s just good against monsters. In the second phase, PVP, it’ll still be your turn, Zhao Shao…”

“Shut up!”

Zhao Yu spun around, eyes blazing red:

“Are you really that stupid—or pretending?!”

“A man who can solo-kill the Shadow Wing Demon Lord in 24 seconds—you think I can beat him in PVP?!”

The lackey shrank back, silent.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

He knew he couldn’t win.

He was weaker in skill, weaker in talent, even weaker in luck.

But…

He couldn’t accept it!

Why should Lin Mo, a lazy second-generation heir who did nothing but lie around, crush someone like him who had worked so hard?

Why should he, Zhao Yu, stand there like a clown, watching Lin Mo take the glory that rightfully belonged to him?

“If I can’t have it, neither will he!”

Hatred spread through Zhao Yu’s heart.

He gave a single glance, signaling a few loyal lackeys to draw near:

“Go. Contact everyone who’s taken money from my Zhao family.”

“And everyone trying to curry favor with my father—notify them all.”

“Tell them: in phase two, wait for my signal. Everyone gather first, then… kill Lin Mo.”

Several henchmen hesitated upon hearing this:

“Young Master Zhao, isn’t this a bit too extreme? After all, he’s Commander Lin’s son…”

“What’s there to fear?”

Zhao Yu sneered, “The second phase is inherently a PVP confrontation round—attacking the highest-scoring candidate voluntarily is perfectly reasonable.”

Zhao Yu knew well.

Lin Mo’s current performance had already sealed his admission into the Dragon Order Class; there was nothing he could do to change it.

But.

He simply wanted to annoy Lin Mo.

Zhao Yu spoke slowly, each word deliberate:

“I will not let Lin Mo walk through this exam in comfort. I will make him leave the testing grounds in disgrace!”

“Go! Contact them right now! Tell them, if they eliminate Lin Mo, their previous reward is doubled! No—tripled!”

“Yes, Young Master Zhao!”

The henchmen immediately turned and vanished into the crowd.