“Huff, not bad, that was pretty powerful.” Mo Li watched the burning tree not far away, his white robe whipped by the wild wind before settling down again.
Tonight’s farce should come to an end.
Mo Li took out his gold card, glanced at the number on it, and frowned slightly.
Weird, why is it still “8” and hasn’t changed? Don’t tell me it’s not dead yet? Once the smoke cleared, Mo Li walked up to the beast.
At this moment, the beast was barely clinging to life, on the verge of death, like it could keel over at any second.
Its silver-white fur was scorched black, and those beastly eyes glared fiercely at Mo Li.
Even though it was paralyzed and couldn’t fight back, the hatred in its eyes looked like it wanted to tear Mo Li to pieces.
“What a shame, I was planning to skin it and sell the pelt, but now, I doubt anyone would want a hide that’s been roasted to a crisp.” Mo Li shook his head regretfully, raised his knife, and was about to finish it off when an arrow shot out from the bushes with a “whoosh,” killing the monster before Mo Li could.
“…Tch, stealing my kill.” Mo Li pouted in annoyance as he looked at the pitiful score on his gold card.
He could’ve gotten all the points for the kill, but the rules were that whoever landed the final blow got the lion’s share, not whoever did the most work.
So Mo Li only got five points, while the sneaky old coin hiding in the bushes got twenty.
“Thanks for the treat, Young Master Mo Li.” Three men walked out of the forest, all wearing light armor for easy movement and holding finely crafted weapons.
The arrow just now had been shot by the noble youth in the lead, who was carrying a longbow.
“Oh, so you steal my kill and don’t even bother running, and now you’re showing off in front of me?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow.
“Have you three never been beaten up by society before?”
“Run? Heh, are you sure we’re the ones who should be running?” The archer in the lead sneered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mo Li calmly took a step back.
“You want to fight me?”
“Don’t forget, this is an assessment site.
Everything you do here is being recorded.”
“Hey! Who are you trying to scare, country bumpkin? If there really was a recording spell, why can’t the instructors save students when they’re in danger? And this secret realm is so big—even if there is one, you think it’s going to look out for you?” The ugly noble with a sword and shield scoffed.
“Stop wasting time talking to this bastard.
No matter what, he’s dying here today!” The leader showed a cruel smile.
“Kill me? You sure about that?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow.
“So what if we do? Who’s going to know it was us?”
“Yeah, every year a few freshmen die during the entrance exam.
Why can’t this bastard be one of them?”
“And even if someone wanted revenge for a bastard, how would Count Norma know who did it? There are so many monsters in the danger zone, people dying is nothing special.” The three nobles grinned like blooming chrysanthemums, as if they already had victory in the bag.
“Don’t blame me, Young Master Norma.
If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for getting close to the wrong people and offending the wrong people!” the leader said viciously.
“Huh? Who did I offend? That’s a weird thing to say.” Mo Li started probing for information.
“Hmph, since you’re about to die, I guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you!”
“Do you know Young Master Cain?”
“Cain? Never heard of him.”
“Heh, typical country bumpkin, doesn’t even know Young Master Cain… Let me tell you, he’s the eldest son of a marquis family in the Papal State, talented and virtuous, a leading figure among the younger generation! In terms of status and noble blood, he’s the one who should be standing next to Her Highness the Princess! You, a bastard noble from the sticks, actually dare to get close to the princess? Hmph, you must have a death wish!” the leader snorted.
“Oh, so you’re just a bunch of lapdogs sucking up to someone else.” Mo Li mocked.
“Still got the guts to laugh when you’re about to die, huh! I’ll give you that, you’ve got guts.” The man sneered.
“Anyway, who’s getting close to Emilia? You think I want to? If you want to get close to her, go ahead.
You can’t blame me for your lack of charm with women, can you?” Mo Li taunted.
“You!… Heh, you little shit, keep running your mouth while you still can!”
The atmosphere instantly turned tense.
“This is your last chance.
I’ll say it again: either get lost now and never bother me again, or you can die here with this beast.” Mo Li’s voice turned cold.
“Kid, you really don’t get what’s going on, do you?” The leader raised his longbow.
“Let me show you what a real fight is—”
Before he could finish, an ice blade covered in spikes flashed by.
The leader froze, then clutched his frozen shoulder in agony—his entire arm was gone.
“You!… What the hell are you two doing?! Protect me!” The man rolled on the ground, clutching his arm and screaming, but when he looked up, he saw two frozen corpses cut in half not far away.
“Are you calling them?” Mo Li nudged the mangled remains on the ground, looking playfully at the bloodless man.
“How… how is this possible?” After a moment of shock, the man stared at the icy blade in Mo Li’s hand, his pupils contracting.
“What the hell is that knife?!”
“All right, your turn.” Mo Li smiled at him.
“No, no!” The man tried to run, but Mo Li stomped on his lower back.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Don’t kill me! Don’t forget, I’m a noble, and I serve Young Master Cain! If you dare kill me—”
“So what if I kill you? Who’s going to know it was me?” Mo Li tilted his head, throwing the man’s own words back at him.
“This is a danger zone, there are monsters everywhere, a few people dying is nothing, right?”
“No, no! Young Master Mo Li, please have mercy! If you let me go, I swear I’ll let bygones be bygones.
Not just that, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you, anything!”
“Sorry.” Mo Li looked at the begging man with a meaningful smile.
“We could’ve minded our own business, but you just had to get the idea to kill me.”
“I never leave anyone alive who tries to kill me.”
