12: Chapter 12, a level 2 provoking a level 30? That's quite realistic.

Night.

Heifeng Hunting Camp.

Massive searchlights illuminated the open space in front of the camp, making it as bright as day.

Thousands of freshmen participating in the assessment gathered in small groups, counting their gains from the first day.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and the sound of excited discussions.

Lin Mo's figure was like a ghost that no one noticed.

He walked to the camp director's office on the second floor and nonchalantly took out a lounge chair.

Finding an empty spot, he lay down casually.

Nearby, Camp Director Zhang of the hunting camp watched: "?"

Sometimes, he really hated these students who lacked a sense of boundaries.

In a fit of anger, Camp Director Zhang was about to scold him.

But after seeing the person's identity up close, he was instantly silenced.

He has a background; I can't afford to provoke him.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron door of the camp hall was kicked open.

Zhao Tai strode into the hall.

The Fine-grade leather armor on his body had several deep gashes and was stained with dark red blood, but instead of showing fatigue, he deliberately straightened his back.

The powerful aura of a Level 2 was released without restraint.

"Holy crap! Is that... the Professional Glow?"

"Zhao Tai reached Level 2?! It's only the first day!"

"Not just him, look at Wang Meng and the others behind him; their auras have changed too. This entire team is Level 2!"

The surrounding freshmen immediately let out a collective gasp.

Gazes of envy, jealousy, and awe instantly converged on Zhao Tai.

Zhao Tai thoroughly enjoyed these looks.

He raised his chin and slammed his wolf-blood-stained longsword into the wooden floor.

"I think the City Siege Hunt is just so-so."

Zhao Tai looked around, his voice booming, intentionally making sure everyone in the hall could hear him.

"My team easily slaughtered a few Level 3 monsters; it's nothing worth bragging about."

The hall instantly erupted into an uproar.

"Level 3 monsters? They dared to fight above their level on the first day?"

"No wonder he reached Level 2. Zhao Tai has really made something of himself!"

"It looks like Zhao Tai's team has a chance at the top hundred this year."

Hearing the flattery around him, the mage in the team, Chen Cong, raised his head proudly:

"You bet! Those Level 3 beasts couldn't last three seconds in front of us! I'd say Level 3 monsters are only so-so."

"Is the strength of our Elite Class just for show?"

There are a total of 12 hunting camps around Shimmering City, with nearly ten thousand participants in each.

Ranking in the top hundred out of nearly 100,000 people is definitely an outstanding achievement.

While everyone was crowding around Zhao Tai and his group with flattery.

Zhao Tai spotted Lin Mo on the lounge chair.

At this moment, he was lying there leisurely, as if he were here on vacation.

Zhao Tai narrowed his eyes; seeing Lin Mo's unscathed appearance, the anger in his heart instantly flared up.

He strode over to Lin Mo.

"Yo, look who it is."

Zhao Tai looked Lin Mo up and down, a mocking sneer curling his lips.

"Our Shimmering City's former number one Psychic genius—which tree hole did you just crawl out of?"

Lin Mo lifted his eyelids and gave Zhao Tai a casual glance.

"Idiot, don't disturb my sleep."

Zhao Tai's face darkened, but he held back his temper and instead laughed even louder:

"Quite the temper. I see your clothes are so clean there's not even a blade of grass on them?"

"What, did you spend the whole day wandering the edge of the Level 1 Buffer Zone and didn't even dare touch a single Level 1 Carrion Rat?"

The priest, Li Yuan, stepped forward, covering her nose in disgust:

"Brother Zhao, why waste your breath on a freeloader? He probably pissed his pants the moment he heard a monster's cry and hid in a tree all day."

"Hahaha—"

The surrounding freshmen immediately erupted into unrestrained laughter.

They couldn't touch him; after all, he had a "sugar mommy" to rely on.

But a bit of trash talk was fine.

Lin Mo wasn't angry.

He looked at Zhao Tai's face, slightly distorted with smugness, and found it somewhat amusing.

"Are you finished?" Lin Mo picked his ear. "If you're done, get lost. I'm not interested in listening to a dog bark."

"You still dare to be so arrogant!"

Wang Meng, behind Zhao Tai, took a violent step forward, slamming his heater shield heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

Zhao Tai reached out to stop Wang Meng.

He stared at Lin Mo, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Lin Mo, do you think this is still school? Do you think there are still teachers to protect you?"

Zhao Tai pointed at Lin Mo's nose.

"Without Su Xiaoli around, what the hell are you?"

"I today led my team to kill Level 3 monsters and reached Level 2!"

"And you? You probably haven't even reached Level 1 yet. What right do you have to be arrogant in front of me?!"

He deliberately released the pressure of a Level 2 Thunder Swordsman, attempting to overwhelm Lin Mo with his aura.

Faint electrical currents crackled in the air.

Qin Lan, who had long been sitting in the main seat above the camp, watched the posturing Zhao Tai with a strange expression.

A Level 2 mocking a Level 30?

Interesting.

Young people these days really know how to court death.

This kid is also quite devious; he could clearly crush others, yet he refuses to reveal his strength.

Lin Mo didn't back down; he just looked at him as if he were an idiot.

With a Level 30 attribute panel, he could easily crush him with basic stats alone.

Zhao Tai's so-called "pressure" blowing against Lin Mo wasn't even as strong as a light breeze.

"You killed one Level 3 dog, and look at how capable you think you are."

A mocking curl appeared at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth.

"Why don't you just drape that dog skin over yourself and crown yourself king right here?"

"You—!"

Zhao Tai's face twitched, choked with rage.

"Look at you, your face is so pale and your forehead is dark. Did that Level 3 dog bite your brain?"

Lin Mo continued his verbal assault, his voice steady, each word cutting to the quick.

"Then again, you finally managed to form a team of five and relied on numbers to bully a single monster, barely grinding down a Level 3 beast. I suppose that's worth all this shouting."

"But next time, before you try to act tough, remember to heal your wounds. You look like a dung beetle that just rolled off a manure pile."

The people in the hall couldn't help themselves and burst out laughing; the camp was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Most people were just there for the entertainment and didn't care who was being humiliated.

Zhao Tai's chest heaved violently, and veins popped on the back of his hand gripping his sword.

He wanted to strike immediately, but he knew private duels were forbidden in the camp; he would be disqualified the moment he made a move.

"Fine... very well!"

Zhao Tai pointed at Lin Mo, gritting his teeth.

"Since you're so stubborn, let's let the results speak! The hunting camp's leaderboard is about to refresh, and system data doesn't lie!"

He turned around and shouted loudly to the entire crowd:

"Today, I want everyone to bear witness: if this Blank-slate trash doesn't even get half my points, he has to kneel down, kowtow to me, and admit he's complete garbage!"

"And what if you can't beat me?"

Lin Mo asked back.

"Not beat you? Hahahaha!"

Zhao Tai reacted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"If you can get a higher score than me, I'll get down on all fours, bark like a dog, and crawl around the entire hunting camp while barking!"

"You said it."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"There are cameras all around the camp; your 'heroic' figure will surely be widely circulated later."

Just then, the massive mechanical crystal screen in the center of the hall let out a low hum.

Blue light projected into the air, forming a massive virtual light screen.

"It's about to be announced!"

"The total rankings for the first day are coming out!"