Chapter 30: The Priest Profession—A Healing Class?!
“Lin Han, since that’s how you want it, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance!”
Gao Chong drew the dagger from his waist—a bronze-tier weapon, glinting menacingly.
He advanced, step by step, the dagger’s keen edge flashing before Lin Han’s eyes. But as the blade arced toward him, Lin Han simply ducked, deftly evading the strike.
Impossible.
Gao Chong could hardly believe what he saw. By all rights, Lin Han shouldn’t have been able to predict any of his attacks.
It had to be a fluke.
It must be a fluke!
“Kid, you got lucky this time, narrowly dodging my attack by pure chance. But next time, you won’t be so fortunate!”
Lin Han could only sigh inwardly. “Your movements are so slow to me, they might as well be a slideshow, yet you still boast so shamelessly.”
In a way, he was rather enjoying his current state. The situation was quite amusing.
No matter how oddly Gao Chong moved across from him, thinking Lin Han couldn’t see a thing, the truth was Gao Chong looked just like a clown.
The elderly man with yellow hair spoke calmly, “What do you make of how he dodged that last strike?”
The middle-aged woman replied, “I think it was just luck. After all, Gao Chong’s a second-tier Shadow Thief—when he uses Stealth, the other shouldn’t be able to see him at all.”
As she spoke, she picked up Lin Han’s file to review it.
The young man interjected, “You really are all brawn and no brains. How could that have been luck? Lin Han’s movements just now showed clear anticipation—every detail was a calculated response to Gao Chong’s attack.”
“He’s already seen through all of Gao Chong’s moves. I even suspect Lin Han can see Gao Chong outright.”
The yellow-haired elder nodded, “Exactly. If you watch Lin Han’s eyes closely, though the movements are subtle, their direction always follows Gao Chong’s position.”
They all observed as instructed, and indeed, as the elder had said, no matter how well Lin Han concealed it, the overall shift in his gaze couldn’t be hidden.
He could see every move of the second-tier thief.
“Lin Han, an outstanding graduate, class: Life Priest.”
When the middle-aged woman read out the class, she sighed regretfully, “It’s a shame it’s not a primary combat class. Otherwise, with his talent, this boy would surely make a name for himself.”
“But to be fair, his stats as a Life Priest are extraordinary—even some elite warriors might not match them,” she continued.
The yellow-haired elder said, “Having reviewed his profile, it’s a pity. He was born to be a warrior, but ended up assigned to Life Priest, a class with almost no prospects.”
After recovering from his earlier failure, Gao Chong composed himself and lunged again—this time aiming for Lin Han’s throat.
But just as victory seemed assured, Lin Han’s arm shot out and, with a single punch, sent the unguarded Gao Chong flying into the wall with a heavy thud.
“What kind of power is this?” the yellow-haired elder exclaimed in astonishment. This was not the strength of a healer class.
“This boy’s class shouldn’t be called Life Priest. With a punch like that, how many warriors of his rank could match him? Many would fall short.”
“He’s a veritable Battle Priest!”
At that moment, the assessors began scoring the candidates in their minds.
“If only he weren’t a Priest—what a waste,” someone lamented.
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Gao Chong, his face full of disbelief, picked himself up from the floor. He couldn’t fathom how Lin Han had seen through his moves!
Dragging his battered body, Gao Chong cursed, “What artifact do you have that lets you see through my disguise?” His temper flared, but there was nothing he could do—everything Lin Han used was within the rules.
The audience, too, was captivated by Lin Han’s punch—so clean and decisive, sending a second-tier Shadow Thief flying.
“Gao Chong, why aren’t you barking now? Weren’t you always so loud? You’ve always lived in Lin Han’s shadow, and from now on, you’ll never escape it,” someone jeered.
“You’re out of tricks!”
Wang Qiang, watching from the waiting area, burst into laughter. If anyone knew Lin Han’s true strength, it was him—he’d seen Lin Han send a Minotaur flying with a single punch.
Though no one else would believe Lin Han could win under these circumstances, Wang Qiang had absolute confidence in him.
“Lin Han, can’t you do something about your rabid dog?” he called out.
Gao Chong, dagger in hand, charged again—this time further rattled by Wang Qiang’s taunts, his mind consumed with regaining his dignity.
He could no longer accept the idea of defeat.
Especially not to a class universally deemed worthless—a Priest!
He simply couldn’t accept losing to Lin Han. All through school, he’d lived in Lin Han’s shadow. Now, finally, he had the upper hand and would not let the tables turn again.
“Die!” he roared.
Gao Chong’s aura surged, his second-tier strength unleashed in full. He moved so fast that to the lower-ranked professionals in the audience, he was a blur.
“All show and no substance,” Lin Han remarked coolly, unmoved by Gao Chong’s display.
No matter how blinding Gao Chong’s speed appeared, to Lin Han, he was still as slow as a crawling snail.
Just moments before, Lin Han had almost reflexively unleashed a forbidden spell, nearly wiping the arena clean—if he hadn’t caught himself, thinking this was no dungeon run, all of Moonlit City’s young generation might have perished here.
“Die!” Gao Chong was suddenly before him, the dagger aimed at Lin Han’s throat. One stab and Lin Han would fall, bleeding out on the ground.
But Gao Chong, blinded by the prospect of victory, had lost all sense of consequence.
The referee at the side watched closely, ready to intervene the moment Lin Han was in danger.
“I told you, you’re too naive,” Lin Han said softly, swinging his fist once more.
Under Gao Chong’s incredulous gaze, the punch landed squarely on his face, sending him flying yet again.
This time, two bloodied teeth joined him in his trajectory, dropping to the floor before him.
“I told you, Gao Chong, you’re only fit to be beneath my feet. You’re no match for me. What’s wrong? Want to keep going?”