My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The principal watched as Lin Mo stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

"Young man, you're quite good-looking. How about working for me?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's face turned pale, and he immediately drew his black sword.

A pale blue sword light drew a chilling arc in the dimly lit corridor, aiming straight for the principal's neck.

He used half his strength in that sword strike, but the speed and power were enough to split a low building in two.

Ordinary demigods wouldn't even have time to think of dodging this sword.

However, the principal remained unmoved.

She raised her left hand, her slender fingers gently pinching the air, her index and middle fingers precisely gripping the blade of the black sword.

The sword trembled violently between her fingers, and the dark blue light and some kind of dark golden law patterns collided fiercely at her fingertips, emitting a piercing metallic hum.

Her nightgown fluttered wildly in the wind from the sword, but her body remained as steady as a rock, not taking a single step back.

A hint of disdain appeared on his face.

Lin Mo frowned.

He drew his sword and changed his move, the black sword twisting in mid-air to slash horizontally at her waist.

The principal loosened her fingers, her body leaning back with an agility completely out of character for her age.

She used the momentum to flip over and leap onto the windowsill in the corridor, where she crouched down and looked down at Lin Mo.

"this one?"

She tilted her head, her tone full of undisguised sarcasm.

"I thought anyone who dared to break into my school building would at least have some skill."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved again, instantly lunging towards a spot three steps away from him.

That was the spot Lin Mo was preparing to land, but she had predicted his movement in advance.

He bent over and kicked to the side, revealing the naked body beneath his red nightgown.

Lin Mo felt nauseous.

He didn't even bother to block the kick, quickly turning away to create distance.

The principal, his attack missing its mark, smiled contemptuously again: "Young man, you're in good shape."

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

At this moment, a semi-transparent emerald green figure appeared beside Lin Mo.

The goddess of judgment floated in mid-air in the corridor.

Her sharp gray eyes were fixed on the dark gold patterns flowing on the principal's fingers, her pupils slightly contracting.

"This is the aura of the God of War. This woman possesses the inheritance of the God of War's laws; she has the complete imprint of the God of War, and she has gained the God of War's approval."

Lin Mo frowned: "God of War?"

"One of the strongest among the intermediate gods."

The goddess of judgment spoke at an extremely fast pace.

"Among the native gods, the God of War ranks among the top five in terms of direct combat power. His laws are 'combat intuition' and 'power amplification,' which can push physical strength and speed to an extremely terrifying level, while granting the wielder near-predictive combat intuition. That's why she can keep up with your speed and catch your sword."

She paused at this point.

"But I don't understand... The God of War refused to submit to Gao Yang back then, so how could his inheritance of laws fall into the hands of a mortal? Unless he voluntarily gave his mark to this woman."

The principal withdrew his hand, slowly straightened the loose collar of his bathrobe, and a smug glint appeared in his phoenix eyes.

"So that old man was actually a war god? But it doesn't matter anymore. Young man, listen to your aunt, and I won't treat you badly..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Because she noticed that Lin Mo's expression did not become alert or serious as she had expected.

He merely snorted coldly, switched the black sword to his left hand, and stretched his right wrist, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather today.

"She's just about the same strength and agility as me."

The goddess of judgment instantly understood his meaning, nodded slightly, and stepped back a distance.

The principal's strength and speed were indeed no less than Lin Mo's.

But that's all there is to it.

The mark of the God of War gave her physical strength and combat intuition at the level of the God of War.

However, she lacks the law resistance of a God of War, the skill system of a God of War, and the battlefield experience of a God of War.

She could predict Lin Mo's movements, but her body could only keep up with basic punches, kicks, and claw strikes.

Lin Mo stopped probing.

With a thought, his mirror image split off from his main body, and four figures in black robes silently spread out along the corridor wall, simultaneously unleashing their swords from four different angles.

The principal's phoenix eyes widened suddenly.

She dodged the first sword by turning to the side, and blocked the second sword by raising her leg, but the third sword had already pierced her lower back, and the fourth sword followed closely behind, piercing through her left shoulder.

Double strike triggered.

Four types of damage exploded simultaneously inside her body.

The first shock shattered her bones.

The second tear ripped through her internal organs.

The third layer of sealing laws, which detonated Hellfire within her body, burned away the law patterns of the God of War's imprint inch by inch from her meridians.

The fourth impact sent her body parts flying, crashing into the wall at the end of the corridor, scattering fragments of her dark red nightgown all over the floor.

The corridor fell silent.

The boys in black leather straps stared wide-eyed. Some of them buckled at the knees and collapsed to the ground, while others turned and ran up the stairs.

The female teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses covered her mouth with both hands.

Lin Mo ignored them.

He sheathed the black sword, stepped over the principal's corpse, and continued walking down the corridor into the depths of the teaching building.

According to the Goddess of Judgment's perception, the source of the God of War's aura is not upstairs, but underground.

After passing through an iron gate marked "Faculty and Staff Passage," and turning into a narrow corridor filled with discarded desks and chairs, you'll find yourself in a situation where you're walking through a narrow corridor.

At the end was a hidden iron door behind a row of rusty lockers.

The lock on the hidden door was already rusted shut, so Lin Mo simply used his wrist to pry the entire door off the frame and tossed it aside.

Behind the door is a stone staircase leading downwards, just like the underground cave where the goddess of judgment was imprisoned.

Dark moss, damp stone walls, and the air thick with the smell of decay and rust.

At the end of the stone steps, an iron cage stands silently in the very center of the cave.

An old man sat in the cage.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and even when sitting, he was a head taller than the average person.

His long, gray hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders. His face was etched with deep wrinkles, his jaw was square, his brow bones were high, and his whole body exuded an aura of iron-bloodedness that even thousands of years of being chained could not erase.

He is the God of War.

"Trial?"

The God of War was stunned.

He struggled to lift his eyelids, his voice hoarse and incredulous.

"Judgment, what brings you here? How did you... become like this? Where is your physical body?"

The judge pointed to Lin Mo behind him: "He saved me, and he's my boss now."

Then, the judge's tone shifted: "But what I'm more curious about is you... how did that old woman outside obtain your power mark? The mark of the God of War has always been given only to the most elite warriors. When did you lower your standards so much?"

The God of War's face visibly flushed red.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on that weathered old face.

After what seemed like a long internal struggle, he let out a heavy snort and turned his face away.

"What...what do you know! Women are like fine wine, the older they get, the better they become."

The judge sighed, speechless.

The God of War looked at Lin Mo and quickly changed the subject: "I can sense that woman is dead. You killed her, didn't you?"

Lin Mo looked at him calmly.

The God of War didn't hesitate and continued.

"You came here because you want my power, right? But all you need to do is find me a few more..."

"No need for that."

Lin Mo's voice remained calm.

Before the God of War could finish speaking, the black sword was already drawn.