Three years later, Donghai City.
It was summer, and the sun hanging in the sky seemed to be having a fit, burning itself madly, wantonly pouring out scorching light.
Fortunately, a sudden typhoon timely rescued the people of Donghai City.
The typhoon blew away the heat of the scorching sun, but it also brought considerable destruction to Donghai City, significantly affecting its daily life.
Fortunately, the people of Donghai City were already accustomed to the arrival of typhoons, so as soon as the typhoon passed, Donghai City had already returned to its usual hustle and bustle.
Under the clear sky, a straight and tall, handsome, black-haired young man in a black outfit, with a popsicle in his mouth, strolled through the bustling crowd.
As the young man walked, he perfunctorily dealt with girls who came up to talk to him.
The young man was none other than Su Mo, who had escaped from Star Dou Forest.
After landing, Su Mo did not choose to take Gu Yuena from Tang Wulin's family but instead ran away directly.
As for why he didn't take Gu Yuena?
What a joke! He had just managed to get his name crossed off Tang Hao's little notebook.
Going back again, wasn't that looking for death?
However, Su Mo didn't do nothing.
The advantage of living long is being able to plan ahead.
Through the methods he learned from Orochimaru and Sasori, Su Mo had also accumulated some savings and secretly cultivated many pawns.
So, even if Su Mo wasn't in Aolai City, he still knew everything about the Silver Dragon King.
To be honest, before he had actual dealings with the humans of this World, Su Mo felt a bit uneasy, thinking that the other party would be a very tricky opponent.
But after having contact with them, Su Mo could understand why the Spirit Beast race had managed to survive until now.
The humans and Spirit Beasts of this World, one could say they were evenly matched, or rather, it was a battle of wits.
Of course, Su Mo was referring to their intelligence.
In all his life, Su Mo had never seen anyone send their own genius into the enemy's stronghold, even calling it “gaining experience.”
And it wasn't just one faction doing this; basically, every top power on Douluo Continent did the same.
The most absurd thing was that these powers even gathered in Star Dou Forest.
If Su Mo were Ditian, he would have slapped them all to their demise long ago, directly causing a generational gap in the talent reserves of these powers.
Only a coward like Ditian could tolerate a group of humans shouting and yelling at his doorstep.
As for whether doing so would anger humans?
What if it angered them?
It's as if not angering humans would make them spare Star Dou Forest.
Does Star Dou Forest exist because humans are kind-hearted and want to spare the Spirit Beast race?
Of course not; humans don't act simply because their current strength is insufficient to deal with both the Abyss and Spirit Beasts simultaneously.
If the Spirit Beast race were truly pushed to the brink and chose to cooperate with the Abyssal Plane, then humanity would be completely finished.
The current situation on Douluo Continent is that whoever the Spirit Beast race helps will win this plane war.
Unfortunately, Ditian lacked intelligence and didn't realize this.
Otherwise, Ditian could have fully utilized the existence of the Abyss to demand benefits from humans in return.
What? You won't give it?
Then everyone will be finished together!
... “Beep beep~”
Just as Su Mo was pondering what he would eat tonight, the wrist guard on his right hand suddenly began to vibrate.
“Finally, it’s here!”
Su Mo gently swiped his finger, answered the call, “Hello, Teacher Ye, is something the matter?”
“Su Mo, did you forget what day it is today?”
As soon as the call connected, an urgent roar came from the other side.
“What day?”
Su Mo was a bit dazed by the shouting, not understanding what Ye Yingluo was saying.
“Hiss~”
On the other end of the phone, Ye Yingluo was almost fuming when she heard that Su Mo had forgotten what day it was.
“Calm down, calm down!”
“Ye Yingluo, you must calm down, Su Mo is your best student.”
On the Donghai Academy playground, Ye Yingluo, standing among a group of people, kept reassuring herself.
“Today is the promotion match!”
After trying to compose herself, Ye Yingluo reminded him gently.
“Do you need me for a promotion match?”
Su Mo was a bit puzzled why Ye Yingluo needed him to play in a small promotion match.
Although the people in Class One were all noobs in Su Mo's eyes.
But for the other first-year classes, Class One was undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction strike.
While Su Mo was still confused, Ye Yingluo subtly said, “The challenger is from Class Five!”
As soon as Ye Yingluo mentioned that the opponent was from Class Five, Su Mo instantly understood and winked, “Got it, I’m on my way!”
“Alright, then hurry up!”
Hearing Su Mo say he would come to participate in the promotion match, Ye Yingluo, who hung up the phone, visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the levels of Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng were already enough to crush Wu Changkong's students, they were, after all, Wu Changkong's students.
Wu Changkong's battle against Guang Biao, the captain of the Donghai City Mecha Brigade, a few days ago, left a deep impression on Ye Yingluo's mind.
To ensure she could absolutely trample Wu Changkong's dignity this time, Ye Yingluo asked Su Mo, who skipped class every other day, to come and support her.
Even though Su Mo's spirit power was only at twenty-nine, if they truly fought, even the combined efforts of Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng would not be a match for Su Mo.
On Su Mo's side, after Ye Yingluo hung up the phone, a knowing smile flashed across his lips, indicating his plan had succeeded.
How could he not know what day it was today? He was just feigning ignorance.
Being too enthusiastic about the promotion match would be inconsistent with the persona he had always presented.
No choice, who made Su Mo's current public persona that of a young master who supposedly snuck out of a strictly disciplined reclusive family to live freely... On the Donghai Academy playground.
A large number of students and even teachers gathered here, paying attention to today's last first-year promotion match.
Of course, the most conspicuous were the two groups of people standing opposite each other in the center of the playground.
These two groups were the protagonists of this promotion match: the students of Class One and Class Five of Donghai Academy's junior section, first year.
“Xie Xie, why hasn’t the match started yet?”
Behind Wu Changkong, who was dressed in white, a young man with messy, disheveled hair, a pale complexion, but bright, piercing eyes, was quietly communicating with his companion.
“They should be waiting for Su Mo from Class One!”
The handsome young man called Xie Xie answered without thinking.
“Su Mo?” Tang Wulin looked at the girl on the other side with confusion.
But she also shook her head, indicating she hadn't heard of him.
“You two...”
Seeing that both Tang Wulin and Gu Yue didn't know Su Mo, Xie Xie felt a wave of exhaustion.
These two were completely hands-off, but there was nothing he could do; they were his friends, after all.
“Su Mo, he's supposedly the strongest freshman in our school's history. The principal specially approved that he doesn't have to attend class every day.”
Xie Xie quietly told Tang Wulin and Gu Yue the information he had gathered.
Hearing Xie Xie say that Su Mo was the strongest student in their year, Tang Wulin's eyes immediately lit up.
Having just broken through the first seal of the Golden Dragon King within him, he was eager to know the gap between himself and the so-called genius.