36-Want to Target Su Mo—Do You Know How to Spell "Death"?
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Tianhai City, Tianhai High School
Twelve young people in Tianhai High uniforms scrolled through the news on their phones, their faces dripping with disdain.
"He's just a measly Level 9 nobody. I don't know what the noble kids in the southwest are doing, letting a Level 9 awakened take first in the school exam. What a disgrace to all noble heirs!"
"Heh, who knows? Maybe those noble kids didn't even take the school exam seriously—no effort at all. It's just a petty school exam, after all. It doesn't affect the final rankings."
"Even so, letting a Level 9 scrub take first place? If everyone did that, where'd that leave the dignity of us noble heirs?"
"Just a lucky fluke. He's hogging the spotlight now, but I bet he won't even pass the district exam."
"Who can say? I've got a couple southwest buddies, though. I could tip them off. District exam's fair game for direct confrontation, you know!"
"Hahaha, good point!"
Noble Heir Chat Group (Elite Tier)
[Hey @Qi Xiaotian, What's wrong with you southwest folks? Out of people or something? Letting a Level 9 scrub steal the show—looks like the southwest's fallen hard!]
[@Qi Xiaotian, Not gonna lie—if this attention-seeking clown makes it past the district exam into the national one, I'll laugh at you forever!]
[Don't pile on Qi Xiaotian like that. They're not even from the same school. Who's Tianfu's top dog this year, anyway? Why haven't they popped up?]
[This year's Tianfu crew is too weak. We didn't even bother inviting them.]
Inside Yuncheng High School, Qi Xiaotian glanced at the group chat on his phone and fired off a reply:
[Rest assured, you'll never see this grandstanding clown step onto the national exam battlefield!]
After sending it, he pocketed his phone and glanced at the young flunkies fawning over him nearby:
"A puny, overconfident Level 9 awakened daring to steal the spotlight? Fine—I'd love to see just how 'great' you really are!"
"Brother Tian's the best! But why bother with a small fry like that? If I run into him in the district exam, I'll beat him so bad he can't even take care of himself!"
Qi Xiaotian shook his head:
"No. Since Tianfu High loves the limelight so much, I'll make sure every single one of them crashes and burns in this exam!"
"I think Tianfu High's got some Zhang and Lin family folks too. Are we…?"
[Smack!]
Qi Xiaotian's palm shot out, sending the speaker flying:
"How can we noble heirs be lumped in with common trash? Still, we should give them a heads-up. Internal squabbles among us nobles wouldn't look good."
His piercing gaze swept the group after he finished. Seeing them all shrink back, too scared to speak, he nodded in satisfaction.
As the highest-leveled noble heir of Yuncheng's graduating class, he'd become the de facto leader of the young generation across all Yuncheng's noble families.
At just 18, he'd hit Level 50 Silver-rank, awakened as a top-tier Swordsman class.
Speed, burst damage, technique—he was elite in every way.
But his ambition didn't stop at being Yuncheng's top dog. He aimed to be the southwest's number one.
If the chance came, even this year's national top scorer wasn't out of reach.
With that thought, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
Lin Zixuan, fresh out of a dungeon, was still enduring his principal's endless bragging about Su Mo's prowess.
In past years, they'd have bristled at this, but after seeing Su Mo slaughter Silver-ranks like dogs and even take on a Gold-rank, they'd abandoned any defiance.
[Ring ring ring]
He pulled out his phone, frowning at the vaguely familiar name before picking up.
"Lin Zixuan, that's you, right?"
Lin Zixuan's brows creased:
"Qi Xiaotian, why're you calling me at this hour?"
"Heh, I heard Tianfu High's got a genius. Level 9, and he's got all you noble heirs eating his dust. True or not?"
Lin Zixuan's frown deepened at this.
Sure, Su Mo could crush them—heck, one hand would be enough to flatten them.
It was true, but saying it out loud like that? That's just a slap in the face.
His voice chilled as his expression hardened:
"Qi Xiaotian, what's your point?"
"Heh, nothing much. Just feels off having a Level 9 scrub standing over us noble heirs. So, I'm planning to snipe him in the district exam.
Not just him—I'm taking out every Tianfu High kid. You guys excluded, of course. If you wanna join in, feel free."
Lin Zixuan's mind instantly flashed to Su Mo—Zhanmadao in hand, double-edged axe at his waist, that massive tusk slung over his shoulder.
His mouth twitched. You sure you can handle a guy like that?
You want me to jump in too? You might not care about your life, but I do!
This guy's got a track record—piss him off, and he mows down Silver-ranks like grass and chops Gold-ranks for fun. A punk like you? Probably one slap from him.
"If you guys don't wanna get involved, I get it—same school and all.
But if there's any offense during the district exam, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Lin Zixuan burst out laughing after hearing this:
"You're gonna snipe Su Mo?! Hahaha—with you lot?!
Take my advice: don't do something stupid. If you die, I'd have to chip in for your funeral, and I'd rather not spend the cash!"
Qi Xiaotian, who'd been smirking, furrowed his brows, his cocky gaze turning icy:
"What's that supposed to mean? You cursing me to die?!"
Lin Zixuan chuckled and shook his head:
"No, no, I'm not cursing you to die—I'm advising you not to get yourself killed!
But if you're dead-set on it, I can't stop you. That's all I'll say—do what you want, just don't die!"
With that, Lin Zixuan hung up.
Best to steer clear of someone courting death—don't want the blood splashing on him.
On the other end, Qi Xiaotian frowned slightly. Did this Su Mo kid have some big backing? Why else would Lin Zixuan talk like that?
He quickly shook his head—probably just bluffing. A Level 9 nobody flipping the skies? No way!
With that, he dropped the thought. Next, he'd notify the top noble heirs from the remaining two cities.
He was sure plenty would jump at the chance to snipe Su Mo.
The bigger Su Mo's fame grew now, the more glory they'd reap when they took him down.
A Level 9 scrub daring to eye the national top scorer spot? Laughable! Did he think he was
Even Bai War God back in the day hit top scorer at Level 12. A measly Level 9—how dare he?!
Love the spotlight, huh? When you crash and burn, you'll have all the spotlight you can handle—hope you don't choke on it!
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