27: Chapter 27 You just changed the values directly, right?
"Lin Mo, don't you understand your own value yet?"
At the edge of the swamp, the burnt smell had not yet dissipated.
Qin Lan stood in front of Lin Mo, an unprecedented fanaticism flashing in her ice-blue eyes.
She stepped forward on her own, speaking very quickly:
"Your combat class is ordinary, and your talent is nothing special, but in the field of sub-classes, you are the undisputed number one genius in the world!"
"Pharmacist, Blacksmith, Scroll Inscriber..."
Qin Lan stared at Lin Mo as if looking at a peerless piece of uncarved jade.
"As long as you come back to the Core City with me, the Alliance will surely pour massive resources into helping you push your sub-classes. Your status will never be lower than Su Xiaoli's!"
Lin Mo shrugged speechlessly.
He raised his eyelids to take a look at this Fifth-Rank Archmage, feeling only amusement in his heart.
"Special Envoy Qin."
Lin Mo straightened up, his tone becoming serious.
"You've gotten one thing wrong."
"What?"
Qin Lan frowned slightly.
"I don't like standing behind others."
"Especially when that person is Su Xiaoli."
"No man can accept his woman fighting for her life at the front while he stays safe and sound in the rear."
"Sorry, I can't live a life like that."
"But what can you do? Do you have any combat power?"
Qin Lan raised her volume, her face pale with anger.
"Didn't you see how dangerous the outside world is today? Who knows how those from The Consortium might deal with you!"
Her voice stopped abruptly. She glanced at the corpses of the death squads all over the ground and suddenly felt that this statement had no persuasive power.
Lin Mo grinned:
"In that case, you should just protect me closely."
"If anything happens to me, it would be a huge loss for the Alliance!"
Qin Lan's breath hitched, her full chest heaving violently.
She had never seen such a shameless person.
"No matter what you say, you must return to the Core City with me today!"
"You must know that constant defense leads to defeat! The Ling Consortium has already targeted you!"
"Even I cannot guarantee that I can protect you every time!"
What happened today clearly gave her a great sense of crisis.
She flipped her wrist, and a frost chain condensed in her palm, clearly intending to tie him up by force.
"Stop!"
Lin Mo took half a step back and raised a finger.
"Special Envoy Qin, we have a bet, don't we?"
"If I take first place in the hunt, you cancel the Alliance's mandatory protection for me, and you still owe me one request."
"What, a dignified Fifth-Rank powerhouse, are you planning to break your promise?"
This sentence hit Qin Lan's fatal weakness precisely.
The chain in her palm flickered twice and finally collapsed into ice mist.
The dignity of a high-level professional did not allow her to go back on her word.
"Fine, very good."
Qin Lan laughed out of anger.
"When you are beaten until you cry for your father and mother by those high-level combat professionals, don't come asking me to take you away!"
"We shall see."
Lin Mo shrugged.
...
In the evening, at the Heifeng Hunting Camp.
The wide square was full of travel-worn students. This was the last day of the assessment, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.
Everyone was staring at the mechanical crystal screen in mid-air. The final point rankings were jumping on it.
Zhao Tai stood in front of the crowd, his face gloomy.
He was covered in bandages, and his left arm was in a splint.
Beside him, his four teammates were also severely injured.
Over the past few days, they had fought desperately in the Level 2 and 3 monster zones, even nearly getting wiped out, only to barely scrape together over 8,000 points.
"Captain, we are currently in 98th place. We've secured our qualification for the Tianfu University preliminary test."
Shield Guard Wang Meng clutched his chest, his tone filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.
Zhao Tai snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping through the crowd.
"Where is that trash Lin Mo? I want to see if he can still hide behind others when the scores are tallied!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crystal screen in the center of the hall emitted a sharp hum.
The mist covering the top ten of the leaderboard dissipated, and the final data began to appear.
10th Place: 12,500 points.
5th Place: 18,000 points.
2nd Place: Chu Tiankuo's team, 35,000 points.
"Hiss—Young Master Chu actually farmed 35,000! How many high-level monsters did he have to kill?"
A burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd.
However, in the next second, the exclamations of the whole venue were cut off like torn cloth slashed by a knife.
In the first-place position, golden light flickered crazily.
Name: Lin Mo (Solo)
Points: 999,999,999...
The entire square was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's breathing stopped.
This wasn't just cheating; this was literally editing the data!
On the second-floor observation deck, the Camp Commander suddenly plucked out a handful of his beard.
He widened his eyes and looked helplessly at Qin Lan beside him.
Qin Lan stood expressionless in front of the railing.
She was not surprised at all.
"This is impossible!!!"
Zhao Tai pointed at the crystal screen, his eyeballs almost popping out, and he roared hysterically:
"I want to report this!!!"
"I must report this!!!"
"The camp staff have been bribed to modify the contestant's scores!!!"
There was a commotion in the crowd, and almost everyone showed suspicious eyes.
The last time it was 150,000, which was already questionable, but this time it was really too excessive!
He didn't even bother to put on an act; he just changed it to 999,999...
Lin Mo squeezed out from behind the crowd slowly.
Not only did he not have a single scratch on him, but his clothes were also clean, and there was even a faint sweet, fishy smell.
"Class Monitor Zhao, why so much anger? I'm just a diligent person who practiced a little bit longer."
Lin Mo stood opposite Zhao Tai, his tone casual.
Zhao Tai stared fixedly at Lin Mo's punchable face, and the jealousy and humiliation in his heart erupted completely.
Why him?
Why did he get the favor of a Mythical Grade genius?
Why would the camp help you cheat?
Why, in this damn world, can a piece of trash like him live more comfortably than himself, who has a rare profession?
"Lin Mo, stop putting on an act here!"
Zhao Tai suddenly drew the longsword from his waist, electric arcs jumping on the blade.
"Article 7 of the Hunting Codex: Anyone who doubts the top-ranked score has the right to initiate a combat challenge!"
He turned his head to look at Zhang Tianzhen and Qin Lan on the second floor.
"Officer! I do not accept his score! I demand to initiate a challenge! If he loses, it proves that his score is all faked!"
The square went quiet again. Everyone looked up at the second floor.
Zhang Tianzhen frowned, just about to speak and reprimand, but Qin Lan raised her hand to stop him.
"You may."
Qin Lan's voice was cold and clear, spreading throughout the venue.
She stared at Lin Mo below.
Since you are unwilling to come with me, why should I help you Block trouble?
Lin Mo looked up, meeting Qin Lan's gaze, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
He turned around and looked at Zhao Tai and his four teammates.
Within his line of sight, a pale golden data panel was floating quietly.
[Talent: Block (Level 7090)]
[Skill: Parry (Level 300)]
[Skill: Berserk (Level 420)]
Over 70,000 points of Block...
This was his harvest from yesterday.
It's just that those Magic Needle Bees had limited stamina and were soon exhausted to death, otherwise, even 10,000 would have been possible!
And his strength, under the bonus of Level 420 Berserk, had also reached an absurd 1402.
His limit strength under Berserk Intent reached a terrifying 4206!
Lin Mo sighed.
This wasn't an adult beating a child; this was a Transformer crushing baby chicks.
"The five of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry to go back and take a shower."
Lin Mo didn't even draw the Boar Tooth Longsword at his waist, just standing there loosely.
"You're courting death!"
Zhao Tai's eyes were bloodshot; this was an extreme humiliation of being looked down upon.
"Form the formation!"
He shouted loudly.