Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Apart from the people from the Martial Arts World, the great families of Han Country had also arrived, along with the upper echelons and the confidants of the president.

After all, Lin Mo had slaughtered the Li Family and even caused the death of Cui Xuanjian from Sanhe Group, making every family in Han Country feel endangered. If Lin Mo were to live, he would always be a threat to them.

Sanhe Group, after all, was a financial giant; its resources and connections were unmatched by any ordinary corporation. Even though Cui Xuanjian was dead, Sanhe Group made every effort to suppress the news while they started to elect a new chairman.

However, even with Sanhe Group’s emergency measures, there are no walls in the world that keep all secrets; Cui Xuanjian’s death had quietly spread throughout Han Country, and Sanhe Group’s stock prices were plunging in a frenzied downward trend, causing losses of at least tens of billions of US dollars.

And the instigator of all these was just a teenager from Huaxia who was barely over ten years old.

Whether it was Sanhe Group, the Martial Arts World of Han Country, or the upper echelons, they all wished dearly for Lin Mo to die here and wash away their previous humiliation.

They pinned all their hopes on Liu Zhengming, the living fossil of Han Country’s Martial Arts World, and the last generation Sword Saint.

Similarly, the appearance of Liu Zhengming had caused a stir in the Martial Arts World of Han Country – a legendary figure of the Martial Arts World confronted by the brash and unbridled Lin Tanyu, promising a world-shocking battle. That’s why many martial artists had traveled great distances to witness the fight.

Lin Mo, as Huaxia’s most prominent figure in the past one or two years and the one to top the Qingyun List as the Strongest King, naturally attracted the attention of the Huaxia Martial Arts World.

Veteran Sword Saint of Han Country vs. the Strongest King of Huaxia

This battle was enough to shake both nations’ Martial Arts Worlds.

Lin Mo and Liu Zhengming stood facing each other, their auras gradually emanating, as if everything around them had become a still picture.

Lu Xing, Yingzi, and others retreated hundreds of meters away, for they simply could not participate in a fight of this level. The might of one sword from Liu Zhengming was already so fearsome; they would be more of a burden than help to Lin Mo if they were close.

These kings of the Qingyun List had come to Han Country with the purpose of challenging Lin Mo. Now that Liu Zhengming and Lin Mo had begun their battle, they realized that Lin Mo had reached a level far beyond their own.

Lin Mo had ascended to higher ground.

”Lin Mo, do your best,” Zhuang Ziruo murmured, looking at the treasure sword in her hand, riddled with cracks.

”Brother Lin, please glorify our Huaxia Martial Arts,” said Li Yang with a solemn expression.

”Though I find you obnoxious, I still hope you win,” Chen Yanghao stated.

”Glorify our Huaxia Martial Arts World!” Wu Yihan clenched his fists, a battle spirit bursting forth from within him.

After all, Liu Zhengming was from Han Country, but they were all Huaxia people, naturally wanting to support Lin Mo.

”Draw your sword,” Liu Zhengming said, staring intently at Lin Mo with a calm voice.

Lin Mo, with an indifferent expression, drew the Xuanyuan Sword from his back; in a flicker of silver light, a three-foot-three-inch-long sword, sharp as an ice peak, appeared in his palm.

The Blood Cang Sword in Liu Zhengming’s hand also emitted a faint black mist, like silkworm threads, swirling around the blade, exuding an incredibly terrifying murderous aura.

The two drew swords, but there was no storm surge or thunder and lightning as one might imagine; it seemed as though nothing had happened at all, as if two of the most ordinary Sword Daoists were holding their swords, charging towards each other.

”Bang!”

Two swords clashed together, bringing forth a series of sparks, as Lin Mo and Liu Zhengming’s gazes met amid the electric light and fireworks in the void.

”You are very strong,” Liu Zhengming said with a grave look in his eyes.

”You’re not weak either,” Lin Mo responded indifferently.

Liu Zhengming was a master of Sword Dao, advancing in martial arts studies and holding the Blood Cang Sword. With a fierce upward flick, a string of sparks danced, and then he thrust straight toward Lin Mo’s chest.

This move was extremely simple, so simple that even a novice in Sword Dao could perform it, but it made Lin Mo’s eyelids twitch slightly.

The so-called great way is the simplest, and returning to nature is like cooking—the simplest egg fried rice is often the hardest to perfect.

The will, power, and killing intent of Liu Zhengming’s Sword Dao almost solidified at one point; it seemed light as a cloud, but upon contact, it was sure to obliterate everything.

Lin Mo’s wrist turned, sword pointing downward, as a silver dragon emerged above his chest.

Liu Zhengming’s sword tip thrust fiercely, so fast that it instantly broke the sound barrier. With a clang, it struck the Xuanyuan Sword, and an invisible shockwave spread out in a circular pattern for a hundred meters. Lin Mo’s entire body slid back dozens of meters, scraping two deep furrows into the ground.

For the first time, a hint of seriousness appeared on Lin Mo’s face.

”Being able to take one of my swords should make you proud,” Liu Zhengming said coldly, gripping the Blood Cang Sword.

”Is that so? To this day, no one has proven to be a match for me, Lin Mo,” Lin Mo said calmly, his lips curving into a confident smile.

”Today, you must die!”

As Liu Zhengming spoke, his entire being vanished from the spot, reappearing in front of Lin Mo, his sword slashing down again.

”As they fight, why does it feel like they have just touched upon the art of swordsmanship?” Xiao Zhu questioned with a hint of skepticism in her eyes.

In Lin Mo’s previous battles, the sun and moon would change color, thunder and lightning would sound in unison, and dark clouds would cover the sun, but now their fight truly seemed like that of ordinary people who had just entered the world of martial arts.

Li Yang’s face was serious as he shook his head and sighed, ”I am far too inferior compared to Brother Lin to delude myself into challenging him.”

Wu Yihan also sighed, ”If I were to take that sword strike, I would surely die!”

”The two of them have condensed their True Qi to one point, much like the same mass, if the area is smaller, then the inflicted damage is greater. They both have reached the pinnacle in their understanding of martial arts, never wasting a bit of True Qi—this is truly the mark of a master,” Zhang Yesheng said slowly.

Indeed, as Zhang Yesheng had said, some people wield swordsmanship or martial arts divine skills with seemingly great power, but in reality, they are only wasting True Qi.

Like Liu Zhengming, concentrating all True Qi to one point, with the sole purpose of killing the enemy and not wasting a single bit of True Qi; that is the hallmark of a true Sword Dao master.

Liu Zhengming’s swordplay was imbued with a piercing chill, and each move he made was intended to kill the opponent. Furthermore, His speed was so fast that he left behind dozens of afterimages throughout the courtyard, each afterimage displaying a different sword strike posture.

Lin Mo was equally fired up, with both fighters colliding and battling with the sheer force of their True Qi.

It was just unfortunate that if Liu Zhengming had been much younger, he would surely have been a peerless genius among the new generation of young powerhouses.

Lin Mo executed his swordsmanship, with silver light flickering as well, clashing with Liu Zhengming’s attacks.