Chapter 82: An Absolute Genius

Still, Chen Mo couldn’t figure it out. That energy-gathering blast had built power for ten seconds—even the Demon Lord’s true form might not have withstood it.

He triggered another data scan.

This time, Wu Chen’s Annihilation Set attributes were revealed: Deathbestowal Blade Aura!

At the cost of his own life force, he could ignore all damage or shields and deliver a fatal strike!

Well now—it made sense! The Annihilation Set truly was a mad, mutually destructive artifact. Clearly, Wu Chen’s hatred for him had reached the point of obsession.

Chen Mo knew that with the Little Prince’s current stats, defeating Wu Chen was impossible unless he transferred all the Demon Lord’s attribute points over. But that would create too drastic a disparity and would surely arouse Yuehu’s suspicion.

Suddenly, Chen Mo remembered a manga he’d read—Dragon Ball. Every time Son Goku was on the brink of defeat, his cosmos would explode and he’d transform into a Super Saiyan!

If only he could mimic the Super Saiyan transformation: spike his hair, wreathe himself in flames—he might just fool the instructor and the others. Then, if he secretly shifted all the Demon Lord’s stats to himself, what would he have to fear?

Do it now! Chen Mo had always been a man of action. Since birth, he’d been an orphan with nothing—what was there to be afraid of?

Slowly, he got up from the ground, his clothes covered in dust.

He locked eyes with Wu Chen, fists clenched, flames surging around him. His hair stood upright, and his voice came out as a hellish roar: “Wu Chen! You’ve made me angry! Prepare to die! Flame Evolution!”

He roared—

Like a mighty dragon, Chen Mo let out a thunderous bellow!

With him at the center, the floor within ten meters exploded upward, stone shattered, and fire engulfed his entire body. His feet even lifted off the ground in an exaggerated display!

“What the—?! Is this a Super Saiyan transformation?!”

“Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! I heard there’s a fire-type magic that lets you enter a berserk state, burning energy to boost all your attributes and skyrocket your combat power! Could it be that Chen Mo knows this magic?!”

Of course, Chen Mo knew no such berserk magic. He had simply transferred the Demon Lord’s 300 attribute points over, boosting his combat power tenfold!

His power was so great it shattered the floor. Using his powerful concentration, he manipulated the waves of heat to lift his feet from the ground, giving the illusion of floating—though in truth, he could barely keep it up, and it was all for show. He certainly couldn’t fly.

[Ding! Manual Berserk Mode]

[Self-created Flame Berserk Skill (Disguised)]

[Temporarily gained a large number of attribute points—duration: ten minutes]

Chen Mo couldn’t help but laugh. This AI was such a drama queen! It had even labeled his fake berserk act as a self-created skill. All the better—if the instructor checked, she’d see nothing amiss.

Wu Chen, now it’s my turn to perform!

Instructor Yuehu watched in shock and delight as Chen Mo’s power erupted.

She was shocked because Chen Mo’s strength had exceeded her expectations; delighted because he was her student. If he could achieve great things, it would reflect well on her. If Chen Mo entered Whitecloud Hounds, Yuehu might even be promoted.

Within the Whitecloud Hounds, “Whitecloud” was divided into four ranks: Sun, Moon, Star, and Radiance. Yuehu was currently Radiance-ranked, as indicated by her plain white cloak without adornment. Wei Zheng, on the other hand, was a Star-ranked Whitecloud—his cloak bore stars, and the more stars, the higher the merit and strength. Moon-ranked Whiteclouds had a crescent moon on their backs, and the rounder the moon, the higher their status. The highest, Sun-ranked Whiteclouds, bore a black sun on their backs.

If an instructor could train ten full-fledged Whitecloud Hounds members, they’d be automatically promoted to Star rank.

“Brother! You’re amazing! Hmph, did you see that? That’s my brother—Chen Mo!” Ning Xuan shouted proudly.

Young Lord Wei and Zhang Shengmo exchanged glances, clearly astonished. Neither had expected that a mage like Chen Mo could actually go berserk—a trait usually reserved for warriors.

Among the five prodigies, Xiang Wanqing gave a faint smile and murmured to herself, “Hmm? This Chen Mo is interesting. Maybe I can recruit him to counter Young Lord Wei’s team.”

What was supposed to be a one-sided match was now becoming far more intriguing.

Wu Chen sneered, “Chen Mo, is this your trump card? Flame Berserk? Hahahaha! Even if the King of Heaven himself showed up today, he couldn’t save you. You’re down to your last bit of armor—I only need to sneeze and you’ll lose!”

Surrounded by flames, Chen Mo felt the Demon Lord’s attribute boost fill him with confidence. “Oh? If that’s so, what are you waiting for? Come at me! Or are you scared?”

Wu Chen was, in fact, intimidated by Chen Mo’s appearance. With his hair all spiked and both feet off the ground, he looked every bit the archdemon.

Wu Chen took a deep breath and shook his head. Ridiculous—how could he fear a mere mage? Thinking of Zhong Lin’er still lying in the hospital, her body covered in burns, his fury erupted again.

“Arrogant fool! I was going to give you a chance for last words. Since you don’t appreciate it, don’t blame me! Die!”

Annihilation Leap!

Whoosh—

Wu Chen’s Annihilation Demon Wings unfurled, their black sheen rippling. His speed doubled, and like an artillery shell, he shot toward Chen Mo’s head, repeating his earlier move—Descending Slash!

Whoosh!

The five-meter-long Annihilation Demon Sword came crashing down, the very air parting in fear, currents swirling chaotically.

So fast, such a long blade, such overwhelming force—a mere mage could never dodge this—wait, where was he?!

BOOM!

Wu Chen’s Annihilation Leap and airborne strike should have finished Chen Mo. Yet, astonishingly, the sword sliced through nothing—not even an afterimage remained. Chen Mo had vanished!

“Heh. I’m behind you,” Chen Mo’s icy voice sounded.

Wu Chen’s hair stood on end. He twisted his wrist, swinging the Annihilation Sword in a horizontal slash behind him, relying on hearing to judge Chen Mo’s position.

A warrior engaging a mage in close combat—anyone with sense would know the mage’s reaction speed couldn’t match a warrior’s.

And yet—

Just as Wu Chen’s sword swept out, Chen Mo’s body bent backward like rubber, nimbly dodging so that the blade brushed right past his skin.

Whoosh—

As Wu Chen’s sword whiffed through the air, Chen Mo’s body rebounded. With his magic gauntlets blazing, he unleashed Taekwondo’s—Killing Inch Punch!

Bang!

One punch!

-50 Armor!

Wu Chen was startled that a mage could react so quickly, but the damage value that followed made him scoff.

“Heh?! Only 50 damage?! Even if you really did go berserk, what can you do with that? Dream on! Annihilation Blade!”

Wu Chen swung the Annihilation Demon Sword, leaping and spinning in a 360-degree rotation, preparing to strike from midair!

Suddenly, he heard a ridiculously loud scream—“Ah-da!”

Chen Mo’s Jeet Kune Do—Wing Chun Rapid Fists, ten punches per second!

Every punch was wreathed in flames!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Poor Wu Chen—his sword technique was interrupted before it could even be unleashed. Chen Mo directly intercepted him in midair!

Jeet Kune Do could intercept not only fists, but with the magic gauntlets’ power, even skills themselves!

Thud!

With a deep crash, Wu Chen crashed vertically to the ground, sword and all.

“Eh?!” The stands erupted in astonishment—was this really a mage? How could he be this brutal?!