Four Skills for All.

Looking at the widely circulated pictures, Mo Xiu felt an urge to beat Dong Fang up right now.

Forget it, Mo Xiu is too lazy to watch anymore, he might as well just turn off the computer and go to sleep.

The next morning, Mo Xiu walked out of the dormitory and experienced what it felt like to be a star, with people watching him wherever he went.

When I got downstairs, Yang Qingzhuo was waiting for me.

Mo Xiu asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I've been waiting for you!"

Mo Xiu asked curiously, "Why are you waiting for me? Didn't you not have to go to the departmental selection competition today?"

Yang Qingzhuo said playfully, "Hmm, the teacher said we don't need to go, but she didn't say we can't go. I'll go to the competition with you. Did you forget what I said yesterday? I'm your shadow."

After what happened yesterday, Dong Fang didn't dare to say anything out of line and quietly followed behind Mo Xiu and Yang Qingzhuo.

Mo Xiu felt somewhat uncomfortable as passersby looked at him with strange eyes.

"Go back and wait here. You don't need to follow me. I'll choose you after the competition results are out."

"I know you'll choose me, so I'll follow you. This will help us develop our relationship."

Mo Xiu couldn't reason with the girl, so he gave up trying to persuade her and just let her follow along.

Upon arriving at the venue, Mo Xiu was taken aback. There were even more people here than yesterday. Didn't Cao Fengqing say that those who were eliminated didn't need to come? How come there are so many?

The next second, Mo Xiu realized that these people were all coming for him.

A group of men shouted, "Mo Xiu! Awesome!!" and walked towards Mo Xiu.

"Mo Xiu, tell me quickly, how did you get this little girl next to you to recognize you as her master? Just teach me one trick."

"Get out of here. You have no sincerity whatsoever. How could Master Mo teach you? Master Mo, I'll pay you a registration fee of 100,000, how about that?"

Mo Xiu thought to himself, "This is bad. I might not be able to keep a low profile now."

Just then, Cao Fenglin's voice rang out, and for the first time, Mo Xiu found Cao Fenglin to be quite adorable.

"What are you all doing? This is the selection area for the support department. Everyone who is not involved, get out!"

When everyone saw the teacher arrive, those who weren't support-type players all left.

After closing the door, Cao Fenglin said, "Mo Xiu, you're very popular. You even have fans now."

Mo Xiu hadn't expected Cao Fenglin to make fun of him in public, so he could only laugh awkwardly and move on.

The audience's attitude towards Mo Xiu is now divided into two extremes: the boys look at Mo Xiu with envy, while the girls look at him with disgust.

Mo Xiu spent the morning alternating between these two kinds of gazes.

In the afternoon, it was finally Mo Xiu's turn to compete in Class 6.

"Class 3 and Class 6 enter the arena to choose their opponents."

The new Class 3 consists of three girls and one boy. Although the three girls all looked at Mo Xiu with murderous intent, they knew the importance of the situation and did not want to confront him.

Finally, the students of Class 3 took the initiative to suggest using the plan that Mo Xiu had proposed last time to form groups.

When the groups were finally formed, Mo Xiu was paired with a short-haired girl with a somewhat androgynous appearance.

The girl snorted coldly and said, "Mo Xiu, don't think you're easy to deal with. Even if I can't beat you, I'll make you suffer. You scumbag who plays with women, ptooey!"

The short-haired girl's voice was quite loud, and everyone watching heard it. Since there were mostly girls in the support class, the shouts were deafening.

"Mo Xiu, you scumbag!"

Seeing that this was going to affect the course of the game, Cao Fenglin quickly called a halt.

"Quiet down, everyone. Don't bring personal grudges into the competition. Now that we've divided into groups, let's start the competition."

All of them entered the venue. Whether it was because of their skill or their notorious reputation, almost all the students came to watch Mo Xiu's match.

Although Mo Xiu found it annoying, he wasn't greatly affected and, as usual, began to spy on the short-haired girl.

Skill 1: Weakened

Skill effect: Weakens a single target, reducing speed, strength, and focus by 30%.

Duration: Three minutes

Cooldown time: three hours

A negative status skill? This is the first time Mo Xiu has encountered one. This kind of skill is difficult to deal with, and there is no possibility of taking shortcuts.

Because regardless of whether Mo Xiu uses his skill first or the opponent weakens him first, the reduction in value is the same.

Since that's the case, Mo Xiu might as well use the Descent of the God of War directly and experience the feeling of being suddenly weakened.

Seeing that his opponent did not move, Mo Xiu took the initiative to attack.

Upon seeing Mo Xiu's actions, one of the girls in the audience immediately exclaimed, "What a scumbag! He has such a huge advantage against girls, yet he attacks first! Ugh! Scumbag!"

"Yes! He's a scumbag!"

"Don't give up on this scumbag!"

Mo Xiu listened to the voices from the audience without pausing his movements. Just as he was about to reach the short-haired girl, a layer of red light enveloped him, and then his whole body sank.

Mo Xiu stood still, feeling his body. Was this a negative state?

To gauge the impact of the weakening on himself, Mo Xiu did not launch a full-scale attack to eliminate his opponent, but instead slowly engaged in combat with him.

Mo Xiu didn't seem to feel anything, but the girls in the audience went wild when they saw this.

"This pervert, hitting me like that, is he trying to take advantage?"

"Look at that lewd look on his face. It's really too much. He won't let any girl off the hook."

The boys' eyes lit up; this was a great way to get something for nothing.

They all shouted the same slogan in unison.

"Mo Xiu! Awesome!"

The audience was in complete chaos. Cao Fenglin sighed and muttered to himself, "Ah, youth is truly wonderful. The departmental selection competition is practically turning into Mo Xiu's solo concert."

Mo Xiu was also tired of listening. He felt that he had heard enough. The effect of this weakening on him was fading over time. At first, he was not used to it and some flaws appeared, but he gradually got better.

In other words, skills like weakening are most threatening the moment they are activated, as they disrupt the offensive rhythm.

Mo Xiu suddenly exerted his strength, pushing the short-haired girl's arm with a palm strike, sending her out of bounds.

With Mo Xiu's victory, all four matches were decided, and all four students from Class 6 advanced to become Class 3.

Amidst two contrasting opinions—"scumbag" and "awesome"—Mo Xiu left the stage. Next up was the final match between Class 4 and Class 5, giving Mo Xiu a moment of peace.

Taking advantage of the last group's match, Mo Xiu informed Cao Fenglin and left first to avoid trouble later.

Mo Xiu was in a great mood as he left the venue, finally able to have some peace and quiet.

As I walked forward, I felt someone pulling me from behind. I turned around and saw no one there. But when I looked down, I saw Yang Qingzhuo tugging at my clothes.

Mo Xiu sighed and said, "Hey, why did you follow me out?"

Yang Qingzhuo said, "Mo Xiu, have I caused you any trouble? I'll explain for you."

"It's okay, you don't need to explain for me, this is fine."

Just kidding, Mo Xiu has been tricked before. If Yang Qingzhuo can't explain it clearly, he'll only make things worse and be finished. People will naturally forget about this kind of news over time, so let it go.

Just then, Mo Xiu's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Liu Ziyang. This guy has been under a lot of pressure in the competition lately, how come he has time to call?

"Hey? What's up? You're not thinking of yelling, 'Mo Xiu's awesome, are you?'"

After their last "sparring" session, Liu Ziyang dared not speak recklessly again.

"No, boss, Zheng Yi wants to get together. He called you yesterday but your phone was off, so he contacted me. How about tonight?"

Mo Xiu glanced at the tagalong beside him.

"Hmm... okay!"