37-Trying to Kill Me? Good Luck.

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Meanwhile, Lin Zixuan posted a message in their group chat.

[@Everyone, Qi Xiaotian's rallying the other three cities to snipe Tianfu High, mainly targeting Su Mo. Everyone, don't get involved!]

[Holy crap, Qi Xiaotian's got guts! Sniping Su Mo? Does he not value his life?!]

[We're all noble heirs—didn't you try to talk him out of it? He's probably trying to go for the kill, he will get himself killed…]

[I did, but if he wants to die, I can't stop him. Besides, dying in a dungeon just costs you your student ID and national exam eligibility—nothing more.]

[@Everyone, Anyway, just don't join in. If you can, try to protect any Tianfu High students you come across.]

[Got it]

[Got it +1]

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Su Mo had just gotten home. The moment he opened the door, he saw his sister sitting on the couch, buzzing with excitement.

She was scrolling through videos on her phone, her laughter ringing out like silver bells.

When she saw Su Mo step in, she leapt up and rushed over.

"Little Mo, I knew you'd be the best! Tell me—what do you want to eat tonight? Big sis will cook for you!"

Seeing his sister so thrilled warmed Su Mo's heart.

How many years had it been since he'd last seen her this happy?

"I told you—the top scorer this year's gotta be me!"

In front of strangers, Su Mo wouldn't say something like that, but with Su Yu, he couldn't help but show off.

She was his only family left!

That night, Su Mo and Su Yu enjoyed a lavish dinner together.

The next morning, Su Mo headed back to the school gate.

Unlike yesterday, the moment he arrived, countless cameras—long lenses and short—snapped away at him relentlessly.

Flashbulbs popped all over him. If not for the soldiers holding back the crowd with their microphones and gear, they'd have swarmed him by now.

Back at the exam plaza, the crowd was less than half yesterday's size—fewer than 300 had passed the school exam for a shot at the district exam.

It was clear the dungeon Su Mo had cleared in 10 minutes yesterday wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Today, Old Man Wang still rocked his flashy outfit, standing at the podium and addressing the group below:

"Today's district exam will decide if you get into a top-tier academy, so give it your all. No more chit-chat—exam starts now!"

As his words landed, the runes beneath their feet flared up. When Su Mo opened his eyes again, he stood on a vast plain.

The rules for this exam crystallized in his mind.

This district exam pitted four schools against each other: Tianfu High, Tianlan High, Yuncheng High, and Guinanz High.

These were the four major cities of the southwest, guarding the region's border together.

The dungeon rules were straightforward—points-based, earned by killing monsters.

Level 3 monsters: 1 point. Level 4: 3 points. Level 5: 3 points. Level 6: 5 points. Level 7: 10 points. Level 8: 20 points. Level 10: 50 points.

Top 350 by points advanced to the national exam.

Historically, the top 50 were always noble heirs.

There was another way: eliminate enough opponents until only 350 remained, and everyone left auto-advanced.

But few chose that route. Be the first to try, and the rest would gang up on you.

Even if you made it out, you'd get nothing but scornful looks.

Grasping the rules, Su Mo didn't hesitate. He picked a direction and charged forward.

He didn't consider himself a saint, but he saw no need to go around knocking people out either.

With his strength, snagging first place would be a breeze.

His 410 speed attribute unleashed in full force, his figure streaked forward like a tornado tearing through a parking lot—leaving devastation in his wake.

Spotting dozens of Level 3 wild monsters ahead, he didn't falter, barreling straight in. He didn't even need to swing his Zhanmadao—his sheer momentum was enough to obliterate them.

These monsters also granted free attribute points. In mere moments, Su Mo racked up 50 more.

His score soared to a hefty 160.

With his current power, Level 3 and 4 critters were effortless—even the dungeon's toughest Level 10 monsters were just one slash.

Su Mo kicked a Level 5 rhino monster to death, hopped onto a boulder, and prepared to switch directions.

[Bang!]

A long blade struck the back of his head. Su Mo slowly turned, eyeing the attacker:

"30 seconds. Explain."

Facing him was a guy in a Yuncheng High uniform. Seeing his strike land without so much as a scratch—and Su Mo calmly turning to demand an explanation—he froze.

But when he recognized Su Mo's face, fear didn't hit him—instead, he lit up with glee:

"You're Su Mo!"

"30 seconds. Explain!" Su Mo's voice was ice-cold, his gaze like he was staring at a corpse.

He didn't want trouble, but that didn't mean trouble couldn't find him. A blade to the back of his head? If this guy didn't give a damn good reason today, he wouldn't just miss the exam—he'd be better off dead!

"Hahaha, you're Su Mo! I found Su Mo!"

The guy didn't cower—he laughed maniacally, pulling out a whistle and blowing it hard, signaling his buddies.

"Looks like you're not explaining."

"Heh, explain? I'll explain your mom—"

[Pfft!]

The Zhanmadao flashed, and a head hit the ground, its face still smirking with contempt.

Su Mo watched it all, his expression unchanging.

He'd been about to head elsewhere, but now he didn't budge—he stood there, waiting.

Waiting for the dead guy's pals to show up—so he could send them to join him!

He'd just wanted to take the district exam in peace, but why were some people begging to die?

Since they were asking for it, he'd reluctantly oblige!

As he mulled this over, shouts echoed from the distance.

"Classmate, what's your deal? Why'd you attack my teammate?"

"What's my deal? Getting you all eliminated, obviously. Isn't that clear enough?

But don't blame me—blame your school's Su Mo.

Who told him to hog the spotlight and piss people off?"

Su Mo slipped silently behind the speaker, his face blank as he said coolly:

"Oh, really? I love the spotlight, huh? Then tell me—who exactly's pissed off?"

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