Ling Mo slowly raised his head, looking at the AK45 expressionlessly, and said with particular indifference:
"You're not qualified to talk to me about rules!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling power that sent shivers down people's spines, causing those around her to turn their heads in surprise or curiosity.
Seeing AK45's face suddenly change color in anger in the arena, Gu Tingbai quickly squeezed next to Ling Mo, carefully tugged at her sleeve, and whispered:
"Sister Mo, this isn't No. 1 Middle School, it's the Super God Arena City that eats people alive. Please be careful."
Following closely behind Gu Tingbai, Ji Yan nodded heavily and echoed his agreement:
"Yes, Ling Mo. It's really not a good idea to offend the instructors on the first day of training."
"A teacher, besides imparting knowledge and nurturing students, should also have upright character and set a good example. Does he even deserve that title?"
Ling Mo's sharp eyes grew even colder as he recalled the many vibrant lives lost to AK45s.
AK45 never expected that on the first day of training, someone would rush to deliver him a fatal blow. The arrow fletching painted gold in his broad palm was once again pointed at Ling Mo's brow, while his nostrils, with their rapid breathing, repeatedly contracted and expanded like a frog's swollen cheeks.
"Fool, do you know what the consequences will be for offending me?"
Before answering your question, please answer mine first.
"What?" AK45 tilted his head and sniffed impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo suddenly leaped into the air, performing a clean backflip that drew an extreme arc in the gloomy air.
Everyone looked up in disbelief, staring blankly at Ling Mo, who was standing steadily on AK45's shoulder.
"Sister Mo, come down quickly!"
Gu Tingbai looked flustered and, not caring about anything else, leaped onto the arena.
Ji Yan, Fu Yunque, and Qiao Feng then emerged from the large crowd.
"Damn it! Is my cousin tired of living?"
Shi Yi coldly looked at Ling Mo standing on AK45's shoulder, thinking to himself that if Ling Mo was injured in the Arena City and Zhan Hanjue blamed him, he would also be held responsible.
But if he were to rush forward and die like Gu Tingbai and the others without a care, he would feel that such a death was too unworthy.
"Who knows! Does she really think that just because she's hooked up with two important men, the whole world has to cater to her?"
Ling Tian wished Ling Mo would die on the spot. Her eyes were fixed on her as if they were poisoned, and a sickly smile appeared on her pale face.
To her great disappointment, although the AK45 looked very fierce, it appeared quite clumsy in front of Ling Mo.
He originally intended to flick Ling Mo off his shoulder, but because he couldn't find the right spot, he kept missing and ended up cutting several bloody marks on his own neck.
In contrast, Ling Mo seemed like a supreme king standing atop Mount Tai.
Although its size cannot compare to the approximately three-meter-tall, bull-headed, human-bodied AK45, its aura is extremely powerful.
On several occasions, the new recruits in the arena even felt that AK45 was like a ferocious beast encountering a top-notch tamer in front of Ling Mo, with no way to use its talent and brute strength.
Realizing that Ling Mo's presence was greatly affecting his lofty image in the eyes of the new recruits, AK45 became increasingly irritable, switching into a manic state in the blink of an eye.
During this phase, he resembled a mad bull, his hands braced on the ground, his feet kicking backward incessantly, and the sparse green hair on his head becoming even more disheveled in his frenzy.
"Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
AK45's wide nostrils opened and closed with a wheezing sound, and its eyes, as big as copper bells, suddenly became distorted due to its rage, with its originally round pupils turning into slightly flattened ovals like those of a snake.
Ling Mo twitched his lips, glanced at the AK45 beneath him that was running wild like a runaway horse, steadied himself slightly, and then took out the paint can that he had hidden in his backpack beforehand, and splashed it on the few sparse green hairs on the top of the AK45 without hesitation.
In an instant, the thick, bright yellow paint seemed to be stuck to the top of AK45's head, dyeing his originally sparse hair so that its original color could no longer be seen.
"I'll ask you one last time, is it allowed to dye your hair in Arena City? If not, then I'll have no choice but to fulfill my supervisory duty as a student and completely remove you from the list of Arena City instructors." Ling Mo nimbly jumped off his shoulder and said solemnly.
"That's just sophistry! I'm an instructor at Super God Arena City. How dare you throw paint on my head? Die!"
Prior to this, the AK45 had never suffered a loss.
Being manipulated by Ling Mo like this, she was so angry that she almost had a heart attack and died.
"Is the vast Super God Arena City truly devoid of any order or rules? Before the training camp, you didn't say anything about not being allowed to dye your hair. Since you didn't say that, what right do you have to indiscriminately kill innocent people?"
Ling Mo stood in the center of the arena, his sharp gaze fixed on the AK45, which roared like a beast. His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.
Realizing that Ling Mo was deliberately inciting discontent among the new recruits, AK46 dared not let AK45 run rampant any longer. He could only adopt a conciliatory demeanor, trying his best to soften the situation, and said:
"This was indeed our oversight, and on behalf of the instructors of Super God Arena, I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone. However, this new recruit openly disrespected the AK45 instructor. Although his crime does not warrant death, such behavior should not be tolerated and he should be punished."
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