I'm Already Invulnerable, I Want to Play DPS. And Look Badass Doing it

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Qi Xiaotian's pupils dilated like a bull's, unable to believe what he was seeing.

How was this possible?!

Just moments ago, he'd had this guy spinning in circles.

Sure, he'd burned a ton of energy with that opening big move, leaving him short on stamina.

But even then, he'd still toyed with him effortlessly.

So what the hell was happening now?!

Qi Xiaotian scrambled to muster what little strength he had left, dodging to the side.

But Su Mo had never said this was just a regular attack.

[Mountain Collapse, Earth Shatter!]

[Boom!]

Qi Xiaotian's figure, along with a huge swath of ground ahead, shattered into pieces, dissolving into a cloud of dust drifting in the air.

"I thought you were some big shot—turns out you're just another squishy!"

Honestly, this was the toughest Silver-rank fight Su Mo had faced since awakening.

After slicing through so many Silver-ranks before, he'd stopped seeing them as threats.

But like Qi Xiaotian said, there really was a gap between Silver and Silver.

Low-tier professions or awakened abilities might peak at Silver-rank in a lifetime—pathetic weaklings.

Top-tier professions or abilities, though? Their stats were worlds apart.

Take Su Mo's absolute defense—one ability alone made him untouchable!

After offing Qi Xiaotian, Su Mo kept sweeping through the dungeon.

350 slots? Tianfu High couldn't even fill them all—only 290-something had entered the district exam this time.

Factoring in those already eliminated, it was even fewer.

Now, Su Mo's plan was to wipe out everyone not from Tianfu High, killing until only 350 remained!

As for how many lucky survivors the other schools would have left to pass the district exam—that wasn't his problem.

As he carved his path, more and more people revived in the real world.

The principals of the three other schools watched their students pop back in droves, hearing that one name over and over. Their faces darkened so much they could've dripped ink.

Normally, a fiasco like this would've been blasted nationwide by the media already.

But seeing the grim faces of the Gold-rank bigwigs up top, the reporters held their cameras still.

[Boom!]

A flash of gold swept the plaza. Whether they'd died earlier or somehow slipped Su Mo's grasp, every remaining student appeared at once.

The eight-hour exam ended in under two.

In Tianfu High's plaza, Su Mo stood with his Zhanmadao, radiating killing intent.

Behind him, 206 classmates gazed at him with awe.

Old Man Wang's face had been thunderous when he saw so many students getting eliminated.

But when Su Mo led 246 students to bulldoze the district exam, his grin stretched to the heavens.

Only 40-something eliminated? In past years, they'd lose at least 200.

With over 1,300 fighting for 350 slots, split four ways, no school averaged even 100.

"Good, good, good! Su Mo, you did great! For this alone, I've got to give you a school-wide announcement!

Friendly and united with classmates, respectful to teachers—a true model student.

If a kid like you doesn't get a school-wide shoutout, I'd be failing as principal!

Come on, snap some pics—this is our school's model student, Su Mo!

As for the other three schools ganging up on Tianfu High, I'll damn well make them answer for it!

This isn't over!"

Old Man Wang stood beside Su Mo, waxing eloquent—one moment fired up, the next feigning sorrow. His bald head gleamed under the July sun.

Tears welled in his fierce eyes—a principal full of heart!

Wiping them away, he patted Su Mo's shoulder:

"Su Mo, you've been wronged this time. The national exam's the day after tomorrow—take tomorrow to rest.

I know this hit you hard,

but don't worry—I'll get you justice!"

Su Mo stood there, totally baffled.

Huh?

I've been wronged?

This hit me hard?

Since Old Man Wang said it, sure, why not!

With that, Su Mo lowered his head, putting on a "wronged" look.

Seeing this, Old Man Wang beamed with satisfaction.

Worthy of being his prized student—teachable indeed!

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Meanwhile, at the other three schools, their principals stared at their advancement quotas, faces already dark now black as coal.

Even in their worst years, they'd snag at least 50 slots. This year?

24!

Half of their previous low!

The biggest disgrace in their careers as principals!

And their students had started it! If Su Mo had struck first, they could've called him out.

But now…

The more he thought, the angrier he got. His terrifying aura burst free, splintering the desk in front of him.

[Boom!]

The loud crash drew every eye. Realizing too many reporters were around, he snorted coldly and vanished.

Similar scenes played out at the other three schools—details varied, but the gist was the same.

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The southwest district exam wrapping up so fast caught Kyoto's attention.

"Why'd the southwest exam end so quick?!"

"Got the results yet?"

"We're coordinating with the southwest now!"

"We've got it—an Su Mo led everyone from Tianfu High to eliminate all students from the other three southwest schools."

The vast hall fell silent at that.

After a long pause, an aged voice chuckled:

"Heh, interesting kid. Since it's a legit exam, we won't interfere.

But I'm curious how he'll do in the national exam!"

Paper can't hold fire—the southwest results leaked eventually.

And Su Mo's name boomed across the nation.

Before, noble heirs mocked him as a clown chasing clout.

Now, after he single-handedly carried Tianfu High through the southwest district exam, flattening the other three schools, no one dared underestimate him anymore.

Online, pics of Su Mo in his Tianfu High uniform, wielding his badass Zhanmadao, went viral.

In all the years of the exam, he was the first to lead an entire school into the national stage with his own strength. If that wasn't an exam god, what was?!

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