Apocalypse Gachapon

Lin Moyu stepped into the right-side testing ground, finally drawing the attention of the gathered students. Some recognized him from the Dungeon Hall, exclaiming in surprise.

"Isn't that Lin Moyu?"

"What’s he doing here? Is he joining the Chuangshi Institute?"

"I heard he's insanely strong. He soloed the Fire God's Place Hall dungeon and even set a new record."

"Hmph, because of him, our Chuangshi Institute became a joke—a whole party couldn't compare to one guy."

Lin Moyu was rather well-known in this place, primarily due to the Dungeon Hall incident. However, news of his recent accomplishments in the Dimensional Battlefield had yet to circulate, as the Chuangshi Institute was situated on an isolated island with limited communication with the outside world.

Su Sheng noticed Lin Moyu and frowned, "What's he doing here?"

"Silence!" A teacher at the testing ground barked, and the crowd instantly quieted.

Mo Xinghe led Lin Moyu forward, "Teacher Zhou, this is Student Lin Moyu. He’s here to take the assessment and join the institute."

As he spoke, Mo Xinghe sent Lin Moyu’s basic details. Since Mo Xinghe had personally brought Lin Moyu here, Teacher Zhou didn’t dare treat the matter lightly. After confirming the details, he turned to Lin Moyu, "Alright, Student Lin Moyu, please line up. We'll conduct the assessments in order."

Lin Moyu nodded, polite yet composed, "Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

Teacher Zhou immediately noticed something different about Lin Moyu—an aura that set him apart from the other students. The others sensed it too. His demeanor was calm and collected.

Lin Moyu stood quietly to the side, patiently waiting. At Chuangshi Institute, all the students were elite geniuses, and prideful individuals like Su Sheng were a dime a dozen. Since Lin Moyu remained silent, no one bothered to approach him.

Meanwhile, his presence also caught the attention of students from the other testing ground, where high-level class users were gathered. Normally, a new arrival wouldn't interest them, but Lin Moyu being personally brought by Mo Xinghe piqued their curiosity.

"He seems a bit arrogant." One student remarked.

"All newcomers are." Another replied, "They calm down after a while."

"Exactly. Even Su Sheng was full of himself when he first arrived. Now look at him—nothing special."

"Legendary classes... there are plenty here. Even among those of the same class and level, there’s a significant disparity in strength. If you believe you can stand out solely based on your class, you’re mistaken."

"Have you noticed? He’s level 37 but only now joining the institute. Can’t be that impressive."

Ling Yizhan, who had just returned from the Immemorial Battlefield, overheard these comments. He felt a twinge of embarrassment for his fellow students. They had no idea who they were talking about. He had seen Lin Moyu’s strength firsthand and knew better than to dismiss him. Others who had been on the Immemorial Battlefield with Lin Moyu shared similar amusement, recognizing how misplaced the arrogance of their peers was.

The assessment progressed quickly—each student allotted one minute, and no breaks in between. The crowd could watch how their fellow students handled the assessment inside the formation. The assessment wasn't too difficult, and without exception, everyone passed.

Lin Moyu noticed that Su Sheng's performance was rather mediocre. His lack of real-world experience was evident, as he struggled more than most.

When it was Lin Moyu's turn, Teacher Zhou called his name and gave a few words of encouragement, "Lin Moyu, as this is your entrance assessment, it may feel a bit unfamiliar. Don’t worry too much about the outcome—just do your best. You may get injured within the formation, but don’t be afraid—you won’t die."

At level 37, Lin Moyu would face a level 47 opponent. The gap in power between levels grew substantially after level 40. Su Sheng, at level 31, had faced a level 41 opponent, which was far easier in comparison.

Lin Moyu responded politely, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhou. I’ll be careful."

With that, he stepped into the formation. It activated instantly, and in front of him appeared a fearsome Abyssal Blade Demon, wielding eight arms, each with a blade.

Someone outside exclaimed, "How unlucky! He got a tough one."

"Even among Abyssal Demons, Blade Demons are especially tricky."

"Yeah, those eight blades are as powerful as platinum rank weapons, with insane attack power. The Abyssal Blade Demon can not only fight in close combat but also engage in ranged combat."

"Let’s see how Lin Moyu handles it."

Although they knew Lin Moyu had soloed the Fire God's Hall dungeon, many still found it hard to believe he possessed such overwhelming combat prowess. Their pride made it difficult to accept reality without witnessing it firsthand.

As the Abyssal Blade Demon appeared before him, Lin Moyu calmly pressed down his hand, and the Bone Armor enveloped him. At level 37, his Bone Armor boasted a defense equivalent to 148,000 points of physique. Even if he stood still and let the Blade Demon attack him for a full minute, it was unlikely to breach the armor.

With a soft hum, the assessment officially began.

Lin Moyu extended his right hand and tapped the air, and a red glow spread across—skill: Damage Curse! In his left hand, a flame ignited and swirled—skill: Soul Blaze!

The Abyssal Blade Demon rose into the air and lunged forward, its eight blades gleaming as it shot toward Lin Moyu. However, its expression remained eerily neutral, unfazed by Soul Blaze. Lin Moyu hesitated for a moment before realizing the truth.

This Abyssal Blade Demon was merely a construct of the formation, not a real Demon. Lacking a soul, it was immune to soul attacks. With that in mind, Lin Moyu decided it was time to try a different approach. After all, this assessment felt like child's play to him—no challenge at all.

The Abyssal Blade Demon closed the distance in an instant, unleashing a devastating strike with all eight blades at once.

Clang, clang, clang!

The blades clashed against the Bone Armor as the Demon unleashed a furious flurry of attacks, eight blades raining down in a wild onslaught. A rapid succession of impact sounds echoed. The Bone Armor only glowed faintly, remaining largely unaffected.

Lin Moyu raised his hand, pointing directly at the Demon's head, and a flash of white light erupted from his fingertip.

Skill: Bone Fangs!

Lin Moyu unleashed 1,480 Bone Fangs, all concentrated at a single point. With Damage Curse in effect, the damage was amplified eleven-fold. With a resounding bang, the Abyssal Blade Demon’s head burst apart, Bone Fangs blasting through it, sending shards of light crashing into the formation.

Lin Moyu hadn't just fired one wave of Bone Fangs—he had launched three waves in rapid succession. The Abyssal Blade Demon was hit with all three waves within a second, and coupled with the amplified damage from Damage Curse, it was no wonder the Demon was defeated in an instant.

The Abyssal Blade Demon abruptly stopped its assault and collapsed silently to the ground.

Lin Moyu calmly stepped out of the formation and turned to the still-shocked Teacher Zhou, "Teacher Zhou, I should have passed the assessment, correct?"

Teacher Zhou, still processing what he had just witnessed, nodded numbly, "Yes, you passed."

The Abyssal Blade Demon had been obliterated in the blink of an eye—literally in one hit. From start to finish, the entire assessment had only lasted two seconds.

The feeling Lin Moyu gave off could be summed up in one word: overwhelming.

To the onlookers, Lin Moyu’s strength seemed almost unnatural, monstrous even. Most would have struggled to survive more than ten seconds against an opponent ten levels higher. It was considered near impossible to emerge victorious under such conditions. Yet Lin Moyu had done more than winning—he had annihilated his opponent in an instant.

The crowd stood there, stunned into silence.

Su Sheng's pupils shrank in disbelief, "He’s gotten even stronger... The gap between us keeps growing wider."

Clenching his fists, frustration and helplessness washed over him. It was clear that they were in completely different leagues—there was no comparison. Su Sheng couldn’t shake the feeling that he would never catch up to Lin Moyu.

Meanwhile, in the other assessment ground, high-level students were equally astounded. They couldn’t fathom how Lin Moyu had achieved such a feat. That had been a level 47 opponent! Even they couldn’t guarantee an instant kill against such a formidable foe.

Mo Xinghe had anticipated that Lin Moyu would pass the assessment, but he hadn’t expected him to do so in such an overwhelming manner. It was truly astonishing.

Bai Yiyuan gave Lin Moyu a thumbs up, "Well done!"

Mo Xinghe said, "Congratulations on passing the assessment, Student Lin Moyu. From now on, you are a member of the Chuangshi Institute."

Lin Moyu responded respectfully, "Thank you, Dean Mo."

Mo Xinghe felt a swell of pride. A godly general was bowing to him—how could he not be pleased?

"Teacher Zhou will show you around the institute shortly. I’ll be taking my leave now." Mo Xinghe turned and left.

Teacher Zhou found Mo Xinghe's demeanor toward Lin Moyu peculiar. When speaking to Lin Moyu, their interaction felt like a conversation between equals—unlike Mo Xinghe's usual manner with other students. Even with Teacher Zhou, Mo Xinghe had never been so polite. This observation led Teacher Zhou to regard Lin Moyu with even greater seriousness.