Worldwide Class Change: Minimal Effort, Maximum Reward!-Chapter 69, He Needs Only One Strike!

Inside the monitoring room....

"That J45 team... what kind of speed is that?! They’ve already reached the eighth floor in just a few minutes!"

"Impossible. Even coordinated A-rank teams shouldn’t be clearing that fast. Are they skipping floors?"

"Skipping? Do you think this is some kind of illusion trial? Every floor must be cleared completely before advancing!"

"That boy... that Lin Yi... he’s killing every monster in a single strike!"

The massive projection screens flickered continuously, displaying real-time feeds from hundreds of team instances within the Dragon God Tower. Yet one feed, just one, had drawn nearly every gaze in the room. J45. Three figures stood within the instance. One stepped forward. One watched in stunned silence. And one practically worshipped.

Principal Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, but there was a faint glint in his eyes.

Then, a nearby principal let out a sharp laugh, "Principal Zhou," he said, shaking his head, "you truly have a sense of humor. An E-rank Laborer... and you claim he will win this entire examination? What are you feeding your students in Jianghe?"

Another joined in, his tone laced with mockery. "Even now, I still believe Chen Feng is your best candidate. S-rank Stormblade Swordsman, Level 23... that is a proper genius. Not this."

Principal Zhou didn’t respond immediately. He simply kept watching the screen. Then, calmly, "Keep watching." The others frowned slightly, but before they could press further, a voice cut through the room.

"Wait — look at that!"

All eyes snapped back to the projection. J45. Floor 8 cleared. Transition complete. Floor 9.

...

Inside the tower, a wave of heat rushed forward the moment the three stepped onto the next floor. The ground beneath their feet turned into cracked, blackened earth, heat shimmering in the air and distorting vision slightly while faint embers drifted like ash from an unseen fire.

Wang Hao wiped sweat from his forehead. "Why does every floor feel like a completely different world...?"

"This is a fire-type environment," Su Qinghan said, her gaze sharpening.

Then a low growl echoed. One. Then another. Then ten. Flames ignited across the field as massive beasts stepped forward from the haze.

[Fire Lion]

Threat Level: 9

Health: 1,850 / 1,850

Physical Attack: 140 – 190

Physical Defense: 160 – 210

Magic Resistance: 130 – 170

[A high-tier fire-element predator. Its body burns with constant internal heat, granting it enhanced attack power and resistance against most elemental damage. Its claws can melt armor, and its roar can disrupt concentration. However, its core beneath the chest is slightly less protected.]

Ten of them. Each one radiating heat. Each one far stronger than anything they had faced so far. Su Qinghan’s grip tightened around her frostblade as cold energy began gathering along its edge.

*This is different. Level 9 monsters. And ten of them.*

She stepped forward slightly, her voice calm but firm.

"Leave this to me."

Her aura shifted outward, frost energy pushing back against the oppressive heat as a thin layer of ice spread beneath her feet like creeping veins.

"This is my element’s advantage. Fire is strong... but it is not invincible."

Behind her, Wang Hao nodded rapidly. "Yes! Qinghan, show them! Freeze them all—!"

But before either of them could move further, Lin Yi stepped forward. No warning. No signal. Just one step. His hand moved. The Celestial Lord Blade slid free. And the world seemed to dim for a moment.

SWOOSH!

A crescent of golden sword qi erupted forward, cutting through the heat, through the air, through everything. The Fire Lions didn’t even have time to roar.

BOOM!

The entire battlefield split with a single strike. Flames extinguished instantly. Bodies gone. All ten Fire Lions erased in one motion.

Silence. Complete silence.

Su Qinghan stood frozen, her frost energy still gathered and never released, her mind blank. Then slowly, thoughts began to form.

How...? Her eyes shifted toward Lin Yi’s back. That attack was overwhelming. Absolute. Her fingers tightened slightly around her blade.

That weapon... just what is it? At first I thought it was rare... no. Impossible. Even epic weapons shouldn’t produce this level of suppression. That strike didn’t just kill them. It erased them. Ten level 9 monsters, at once, with no resistance, no struggle, nothing. Could it be Legendary? No... even Legendary weapons require skill, require effort. But him, he didn’t even try. Then there’s only one possibility. Mythical. If that’s true, then everything makes sense. Why he moves the way he does. Why he fights the way he does. Why he doesn’t see any of this as a challenge. Because to him, this entire examination is nothing more than a formality.

Su Qinghan exhaled slowly. Her pride, her confidence, for the first time, wavered.

Behind them, Wang Hao suddenly dropped to his knees. "Brother Lin!" He clasped his hands dramatically and lowered his head. "I, Wang Hao, acknowledge you as the strongest existence under the heavens! If you ever need a loyal follower, I am ready!"

Lin Yi didn’t even look at him. He sheathed his blade and walked forward. "Move."

Wang Hao instantly jumped up. "Yes!"

Su Qinghan followed silently. But her eyes remained on Lin Yi’s back.

....

Monitoring Room

"...What."

One word. That was all someone managed to say. The entire room had gone still. Then it detonated.

"ONE STRIKE AGAIN?!"

"That was ten level 9 Fire Lions!"

"He didn’t even slow down!"

"Is that even a student anymore?!"

A principal slammed his hand on the table. "This is absurd! What kind of weapon is he using?! That level of output—!"

Another narrowed his eyes slowly. "...Mythical." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The word dropped heavily into the room. Silence followed. Then disbelief spread across every face.

"No... impossible..."

"A Mythical weapon in the hands of a freshman?"

"That’s something even top guild elites struggle to obtain!"

Principal Zhou finally spoke again, "You asked me earlier why I chose Lin Yi over Chen Feng." He turned back to the screen. "This is why."

No one laughed this time. No one mocked. Because on the screen, J45 had already moved again. Floor 10.

"Report! One team has reached the tenth floor!"

"Which team?!"

"...J45."

"My Godslaying Archer team is still on floor 7 — how are they—?!"

No one answered him. Because at that exact moment the screen flashed. A new battlefield appeared. New monsters formed. And before anyone could even analyze them, a single golden arc cut across the screen.

SWOOSH!

Silence.

Floor 10 cleared. In one strike.