Over-Level Burst Kill, Dead Silence Across the Arena (First Edition)

In the center of the ring.

Lin Mo wore a calm expression, showing not the slightest trace of panic.

This guy actually dares not dodge? He's really arrogant enough.

The young nobles from the privileged circle off the stage saw this scene and couldn't help sneering.

Mind you, they all felt Zhou Hang's move was somewhat tricky to deal with, let alone a One-Ring Soul Master.

Facing the incoming green vines, Lin Mo's eyes flashed with a cold glint as dark purple electric arcs burst forth from the Thunder Hell Vine in his palm.

Unlike the tender and soft nature of ordinary plant martial souls, his martial soul carried a destructive power originating from a heavenly lightning tribulation, sweeping across the scene in an instant.

No one saw clearly what happened.

The Thunder Hell Vine erupted completely, and the dark purple electric arcs bursting from it swept outward, transforming into a bizarre barrier. When it touched the rashly encroaching green vines,

Zzzt—

The green vines shattered and exploded directly beneath the sweeping lightning arcs; that was an absolute suppression originating from the very essence of a martial soul!

The Green Wood Vine was merely somewhat prominent, counting as a rather good martial soul.

Yet compared to the Thunder Hell Vine, it was purely a little brother.

This was originally a top-tier plant martial soul one in ten thousand, naturally suppressing all wood-type soul masters!

Even the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul would still be beaten black and blue!

Vitality? Go talk to my destructive lightning!

"What?!"

Zhou Hang's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with horror.

He clearly sensed that his connection with his martial soul was forcibly severed.

Before he could even deploy his second soul ring skill, a thick Thunder Hell Vine drilled out from beneath his feet and wrapped around his ankles, locking down his mobility completely!

Lin Mo closed in at some unknown moment, a sandbag-sized fist smashing straight into his opponent's face.

Bang!

A muffled impact rang out.

Zhou Hang's cheek swelled up, his entire body's soul power instantly thrown into disarray and shattered, and his two soul rings abruptly dimmed and faded away.

His manifested Green Wood Vine martial soul shattered and vanished with a crack. The whole person was like someone struck by a heavy hammer, losing his center of gravity entirely, tumbling down in a sorry state, hitting his head on the ground, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth while his expression turned sluggish.

The entire process took less than three breaths.

A One-Ring Soul Master instantly killing and suppressing a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster!

The entire arena instantly fell into dead silence!

All discussions and taunts abruptly ceased.

Hundreds of new students in the audience stood dumbfounded, staring fixedly at the upright youthful figure on the ring, their minds completely blank.

A dignified two-ring noble scion had been defeated head-on by a one-ring commoner soul master, so easily and so cleanly!

The referee teacher also froze for several seconds before snapping back to his senses, raising his right hand high with a resonant voice, "This match, Lin Mo wins!!"

As his voice fell, the spectator stands completely exploded!

Shock, disbelief, and extreme astonishment filled everyone's heart.

Lin Mo slowly retracted the Thunder Hell Vine, the hundred-year soul ring beneath his feet quietly fading away as his expression remained indifferent.

Beneath the ring.

After simple treatment by a healing soul master, Zhou Hang had regained consciousness.

His face was pale as he clenched his fists in a mix of shame and anger, his eyes filled with venom and resentment.

He had never imagined that he would actually lose at the hands of a commoner.

Today's battle meant he had completely become a laughingstock for the entire freshman year!

As for that group of noble young masters on the stands who had originally been watching the show mockingly, the smiles on their faces completely froze, replaced by an icy gloom.

Zhou Hang was one of their circle, sharing the same breath and branch, relying on each other's family connections to huddle together and establish a foothold in the academy.

A commoner freshman with no background at all had publicly suppressed and humiliated a companion from their social circle.

This was no longer a simple evaluation victory or defeat, but a slap to the face of the entire Heaven Dou noble freshman circle!

"A bottom-feeder commoner actually dares to bully the children of aristocratic families!"

"Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, do they really think that winning one evaluation means they can stay in Class A?" Someone curled their lips into a sneer.

"Zhou Hang suffered a loss; this matter absolutely cannot end like this!"

The group of youths in brocade robes angrily rebuked in low voices, their gazes locked dead onto Lin Mo on the ring, their eyes filled with hostility.

In their cognition, the dignity of aristocratic families and nobles was absolutely not allowed to be trampled by a mere commoner.

Today, Lin Mo won against Zhou Hang, which meant he had completely offended their entire circle, and from now on in Plant Academy, he needn't think about living in peace!

Lin Mo stepped down from the ring, his pitch-black eyes slightly sweeping past that group of gloomy-faced noble scions, understanding clearly in his heart.

A bunch of idiots!

The subsequent duels and sparring matches continued, mostly small-scale affairs.

Class A only had twenty slots, yet this year's freshmen numbered in the hundreds.

Those two-ring soul grandmasters from the noble circle were almost all on winning streaks, securing their spots in Class A steadily.

Having suffered a defeat at Lin Mo's hands, Zhou Hang could only find satisfaction at the expense of other one-ring soul masters afterward, striking with extreme ruthlessness.

Lin Mo subsequently took on three more matches, all of which were crushing victories.

Invincible at the same rank, over-level burst kill!

This combat record chilled people's hearts.

Those two-ring soul grandmasters were also quite wary at the moment.

With Zhou Hang's precedent before them, they did not dare to act rashly either.

As time passed, the classes had already been divided.

Lin Mo successfully entered Class A, and Zhou Hang as well.

Several other one-ring soul masters scraped through by luck.

They had good luck and fewer lost matches.

The rest were basically assigned to Class B and Class C.

After confirming the roster, the academy instructor announced the dismissal on the spot.

Holding the report information, he hurried in a flurry toward the administrative building of the Dean's Office.

Just as Lin Mo prepared to leave, his path was blocked by a small group of people.

Zhou Hang was precisely one of them, and several others were two-ring soul grandmasters who had displayed great prowess earlier.

"Something the matter?" Lin Mo said coldly.

"Don't get cocky. Even if you managed to luck your way into Class A, you're destined to be weeded out later!" Zhou Hang said chillingly.

"Luck?" Lin Mo asked rhetorically with surprise.

He retrieved a pouch of gold coins from his sleeve, unfastened the opening of the bag, and began to count them.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

What was this situation? Was Zhou Hang's group extorting people in public?

Zhou Hang and the others were also thrown off by this operation of his.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't think we'll let you off just because you've got money! We don't give a damn about your few stinking coins." Zhou Hang said with a tough attitude.

Lin Mo looked up at his swollen, pig-like face on one side, picking up a gold coin to toss it and catch it.

"Originally, I planned to pay you some medical expenses, but now it looks like... I was too friendly." Lin Mo released his hand, and that gold coin dropped to the ground, bouncing before he stepped on it.

"Come, my treat to you." He looked provokingly at this group of people.

"Lin Mo, you!!"

"Fine, playing it like this, huh?"

"This guy really is arrogant enough."

That group of people was obviously provoked into anger.

"What, you unconvinced?!" The corners of Lin Mo's mouth hooked into a sneer as he raised his hand to summon his martial soul.

This scene instantly frightened those few people into hastily retreating a few steps.

Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't help letting out a chuckle.

"Alright, I don't have time to play with you lot. If you have business, come find me at my residence."

"Of course, on the premise that you can actually get in." Lin Mo smiled faintly.

With that, he strode away.

Zhou Hang and the others watched his departing back, angry yet daring not speak.

This guy's methods were far too bizarre; before figuring out the other party's background, they truly didn't dare to clash head-on.

Zhou Hang was the living example, losing face to the extreme, and the others still wanted their dignity.

You could lose in momentum, but you couldn't get your face slapped.