Chapter 20: Obtaining a Common-Type Fruit!

The third‑round, second‑place matches featured two fire‑type, fighting‑type elite three.

It was indeed very lively.

Lin Mo didn't return to his class; instead he sat upright in his chair, gazing at the distant arena.

"Jet Flame!"

The two girls spoke in unison, and the two fire‑type Little Spirits opened their mouths simultaneously.

A ball of scorching flame surged out of their mouths in an instant.

The flames roared wildly, blotting out sky and sun, as if the whole horizon were being completely incinerated.

Even from afar, Lin Mo could feel the intense searing heat.

"Da Zhen Feng is still too restrained by fire types!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly and muttered softly, "If we were to face a fire‑type elite three whose strength is comparable to Da Zhen Feng, it would indeed be hard to handle!"

The two fire‑type Little Spirits, however, cared little about such subtleties.

Their attacks were simply straightforward, punch‑to‑flesh strikes.

Scorching flames continuously burned around the two Little Spirits.

They emitted a series of harsh "cila" sounds.

Their originally red fur turned charred black.

The two Little Spirits were merely fire‑type Little Spirits, not fire‑inducing.

Naturally they could not be immune to flame damage.

"Punch‑to‑flesh is actually far more thrilling than real‑person combat!"

Lin Mo's mouth twitched upward as he gave a faint smile.

And while Lin Mo was chatting and laughing,

Strong Chicken suddenly appeared behind Fierce Fire Monkey.

Its sharp Claw swung down instantly.

With a "cila" sound, several blood‑red wounds appeared on Fierce Fire Monkey's body.

"Aah!"

A mournful Cry rang out as Fierce Fire Monkey was heavily knocked to the ground.

"Stand up!"

The twin‑ponytail girl's face turned fierce, and she hurriedly shouted, "Counterattack quickly!"

Both were aggressive fire‑type Little Spirits.

The side that gained the upper hand would naturally press the advantage.

"Cila! Cila!"

Strong Chicken's sharp Claw whirled like a raging storm.

In an instant, several bottomless wounds were added to Fierce Fire Monkey's body.

"The outcome is decided!"

Lin Mo shook his head slightly and whispered a word.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a heavy booming "Bang!", Fierce Fire Monkey collapsed onto the ground, its eyes going black as it fell into a coma.

Lian Ni Chang, seeing this, slightly moved her ruby lips and revealed a bright smile.

The judge beside them, seeing this, raised his right hand:

"Strong Chicken wins!"

Hearing the System Prompt Sound in her ears, Lian Ni Chang sighed and glanced toward Lin Mo in the stands.

"The next match will be the contest between you and me, right?"

Lin Mo glanced at Lian Ni Chang and suddenly said an off‑topic line: "What kind of fruit do you want?"

"Of course it's a fire‑type fruit!"

Lian Ni Chang's unthinking reply put Lin Mo at ease!

"In two hours, the final showdown will take place!"

At the same time, a shout from the Teaching Director came from afar.

It indicated that in two hours, Lin Mo and Lian Ni Chang would engage in the final duel.

"Quickly go treat Strong Chicken!"

Lin Mo stretched lazily and laughed softly, "I can't wait to have a fierce battle with you!"

"What are you saying!"

Lian Ni Chang glanced at Lin Mo and revealed her pink face: "It's clearly a Little Spirit battle; when did it become a fierce duel between us?"

Seventeen‑year‑old Lian Ni Chang, though a rich girl, had a heart that was pure and unblemished.

Hearing Lin Mo's teasing, her cheeks flushed with rosy light.

Two hours is neither too long nor too short.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Accompanied by a series of footfalls, Lian Ni Chang, dressed in school uniform, jogged from afar.

Her face reddened, showing great excitement.

"Let's begin!"

Lian Ni Chang looked at Lin Mo and took a Spirit Ball from her bosom.

Red Taro, acting as the referee, slowly walked to the center between the two.

"Are you ready?"

Red Taro glanced at the two, about to announce the start of the match, when Lin Mo raised his right hand first.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Lin Mo, Red Taro thought Lin Mo might have some sudden issue.

"I concede!"

Lin Mo's words instantly left several people present staring in place.

"What are you saying?"

Red Taro widened his eyes, his gaze full of disbelief.

Lian Ni Chang spoke up, "You may not concede!"

"There's no rule that forbids conceding, right?"

Lin Mo gave a faint smile, waved his hand, and turned away directly.

There was not the slightest hesitation.

Lin Mo's move also left Red Taro a bit at a loss, and he looked up toward the Teaching Director on the distant stand.

The Teaching Director slightly frowned, hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Seeing the Teaching Director nod, Red Taro had no choice but to raise his right hand:

"Strong Chicken wins!"

As Red Taro's words fell.

The top three of this match have already been selected.

"When do we choose the rewards!"

Compared with these hollow titles, Lin Mo cares more about the fruit rewards.

Red Taro pointed at the distant stand, glared at Lin Mo: "Go pick them! The champion picks first!"

"Lian Ni Chang, let's go!"

Lin Mo looked at Lian Ni Chang, who was pouting and sulking, and waved a hand.

"What fruit reward do you want?"

Lian Ni Chang's eyes flickered, her gaze fixed on Lin Mo.

Lian Ni Chang's little expression naturally didn't hide from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's mouth curved upward, laughing: "Of course I want a fire-type fruit reward, it's the most valuable!"

"Teacher, I want a fire-type fruit reward!"

Lin Mo's reply echoed, and Lian Ni Chang hurriedly ran up to the stand.

That eager demeanor was like a little dog guarding its food.

"Hehe!"

Lin Mo chuckled lightly; it was clear Lian Ni Chang was complaining about Lin Mo conceding in the match.

She deliberately wanted to make Lin Mo feel uneasy.

But how did Lian Ni Chang know that the general-type fruit, Brahma Fruit, was Lin Mo's ultimate goal?

Other fruit rewards were fine, but Lin Mo didn't need them.

Only the general-type fruit reward can let one's Miaomiao improve its strength.

Only when two Little Spirits reach the novice‑level pinnacle does one have confidence to enter the Secret Realm.

To hunt ordinary‑level Little Spirits.

Of course, if one can catch a Drop Spider, that would be the best.

"Brahma Fruit!"

Lin Mo directly seized the plain‑colored fruit reward in his hand, and a strong, fresh fragrance wafted to his nose.

"I don't even know whether humans get any effect from eating these fruit rewards!"

Lin Mo scratched his chin, unable to stop pondering.

Of course, it was just a thought.

Lin Mo's current savings wouldn't allow such extravagance.

"Everyone's been working hard these past few days!"

The Teaching Director looked at the three before him and smiled: "You all should go back early to rest today."

The match came to a pause.

Lin Mo, cradling the Brahma Fruit, returned to the complex.

"Meow!"

Fang Yi pushed the door open, and a crisp meow sounded by his ear.

The jet‑black Miaomiao leapt up and landed steadily in front of Lin Mo.

A pair of stark black‑and‑white eyes stared tightly at Lin Mo's backpack.

It was as if something inside the backpack attracted the Miaomiao.

"Here!"

Lin Mo was decisive, tossing the Brahma Fruit over.