Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Xue Wen was a bit nervous. She had pleaded with Lin Mo to be her assistant and accompany her. If Lin Mo got hurt because of her, she would certainly feel guilty.

”What about your friend? Offending me means he must pay the price and understand that offending someone comes with consequences.” Wu Zhiming said fiercely, then whispered a few words in Korean to the Korean man with a moon-shaped hairstyle beside him.

”Hmm, I’ll definitely teach that kid a lesson. How dare he insult Han Country Martial Arts.” The Korean man nodded, his gaze growing colder.

Wu Zhiming nodded, his expression somewhat respectful, ”Mr. Li Zhencheng, that kid is relying on the little martial arts he knows, boasting that Han Country Martial Arts is trash. He should be taught a lesson.”

Yesterday, Wu Zhiming’s bodyguard had suffered a loss at the hands of Lin Mo, so Wu Zhiming specially invited an expert from the Swordsmanship School to deal with Lin Mo, which was none other than Li Zhencheng Kikyu before him.

”Isn’t that kid supposed to know martial arts? But Mr. Li Zhencheng Kikyu is the top expert from the first Swordsmanship School in Han Country; let’s give him a good beating later.” Wu Zhiming displayed a sinister smile.

”The first Swordsmanship School in Han Country?”

Su Yu was shocked by Wu Zhiming’s words.

Now with the resurgence of spiritual energy, those wealthy and underground forces are no longer relevant; the real powerhouses are those martial artists, those strong beings adept in various magic.

And the first Swordsmanship School in Han Country is one of the three schools, arguably the strongest of the three great forces in Han Country.

Xue Wen clenched her palms, biting her translucent lower lip hard, her pretty face full of worry.

”Wenwen, don’t worry.” Ren Jing held Xue Wen’s cold arm, whispering, ”After your friend comes out, let him apologize to Young Master Wu. I’ll have Young Master Su say a few words, at least he won’t suffer too much.”

”Only... only this way.” Xue Wen regretted; had she known this would happen, she wouldn’t have pleaded with Lin Mo on the plane for help. Seeing her best friend’s guilty expression, Ren Jing said, ”Wenwen, actually, this isn’t your fault. The consequences were all due to that guy’s personality, liking to show off. Now he’s offended Young Master Wu. If he was more humble, would Wu Zhiming be causing him trouble?”

Though she said that, Xue Wen still didn’t feel good inside.

”Going to the restroom, I’ll wait here for him. If he dares, he shouldn’t come out.” Wu Zhiming adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold gleam, with a quirky smile on his lips.

”Huaxia Martial Artists, let me show you the power of Han Country Sword Dao!”

Li Zhencheng Kikyu stood coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Inside the restroom.

Lin Mo set up an array, using divine thought to detect that the two Han Country cultivators had already entered the barrier’s range.

”They’re here, concentrate!”

Lin Mo formed the dharma seal with his hands, instantly covering the entire street with a massive invisible dome, naturally unseen by ordinary people, and those two Han Country cultivators, with cultivation too low, were unaware.

”Master, that girl is just ahead; let’s grab her quickly. There’s no time tonight; I want to have fun with her later.”

”There’s also a good-looking woman next to her; take both.”

At the entrance of this quiet street, two casually dressed men walked side by side, talking in low voices.

”Gentlemen, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in their minds.

The two Han Country cultivators’ faces changed dramatically; the opponent had discovered them, yet they couldn’t find the opponent, implying the opponent’s strength was much higher.

At this moment, a young man with black hair and black eyes suddenly appeared in front of them.

”Sir, may I know who you are? What do you want from us?” The middle-aged man’s expression was tense, his gaze steady, warily staring at the young man before him.

The slightly younger Han Country cultivator placed his hands behind him, forming a spell.

Lin Mo saw this but did not stop him, saying, ”I only want to know about the spiritual veins in Han Country. If you two cooperate, I can ensure you die without too much pain.”

”Bastard!”

The middle-aged man’s face suddenly twisted in a fierce expression.

”Fire Immortal Technique!”

The young man had already condensed magic in his hands, waving them, summoning a gigantic flaming bird to charge at Lin Mo, its intense flames distorting the surrounding air into ripples.

”Hmph, such a petty trick.”

Lin Mo opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth, his abdomen contracting, his chest rising, unbelievably swallowing the firebird into his belly.

”This...” The two Han Country cultivators turned pale as paper, their minds filled with one thought — run!

The two turned to flee, wind at their feet.

”Gentlemen, it’s already too late.”

Lin Mo flipped his right palm, two golden little swords emanated golden brilliance, like models of immortal swords, hovering in his palm.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Rumble!

Two golden beams instantly struck their chests, sending them flying tens of meters, crashing into over ten street-side tables, landing beside Xue Wen and the others’ table with a loud crash.

Xue Wen, Ren Jing, and Su Yu looked closely, only to see two casually dressed Han Country men lying on the ground, spewing blood from their mouths.

Wu Zhiming, Li Zhencheng Kikyu, and the others turned their heads, seeing the two injured Han Country men lying on the street, and at a distance on the street stood a young man with black hair and black eyes, one hand behind his back.

”That guy?” Wu Zhiming’s eyes narrowed, showing shock.

”Shadow.” Xue Wen’s pretty face also revealed shock.

Lin Mo was supposed to have gone to the restroom; why was he over there?

The sight of a fight on the street caused chaos, with people fleeing in different directions.

”Sir, we are both from the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, where did we offend you?”

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground and the young man tapped the tip of their toes on the ground, and their entire bodies floated backward like pieces of paper, their gazes filled with a solemn look as they stared at Lin Mo.

Both of them were well aware that Lin Mo’s strength was far superior to their own, yet they were bewildered and couldn’t figure out when they had offended such a formidable expert!

Could it be

Their peripheral vision fell on Xue Wen. Could it be that guy knew they had designs on Xue Wen?

”Yin Yang Shishen Sect, is it? I’m not really sure what that is.”

Lin Mo slowly walked toward them, and with each step he took, he was already several meters away, soon arriving in front of the two male cultivators from Han Country.

”You—” The middle-aged man’s face flushed red, blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, anger surged within him, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. At the same time, he pointed with his finger, and a transparent aura whooshed into the sky.

”How can this be?”

The middle-aged man wore an expression of astonishment. Moments ago, he had used a magic that should have notified his fellow sect members nearby, yet as it ascended into the air, it seemed to encounter an obstruction, as if unable to break through.

The middle-aged man and the young man exchanged a glance, realizing that Lin Mo had already set a deadly trap, deploying even the array barrier, arriving with a lethal intent.

”Let’s fight him to the death!”

The middle-aged man roared, his hands weaving complex Dharma Seals, summoning more than a dozen dark lights in the air, which transformed into a meteor shower, shooting fiercely toward Lin Mo with a gusty wind.

”You two are not strong enough!”

Lin Mo condensed a seal in his hand, and a golden light shield emerged above, emitting a golden brilliance with countless tadpole-like secret patterns coursing over it, impenetrable.

”Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

One by one, the dark lights pounded against the golden light shield, creating a massive roar, yet the golden light shield remained rock-steady like a rock, showing not the slightest tremble.

The young cultivator took out a pair of silver bracelet Magic Artifacts. The bracelets hovered in mid-air, rapidly expanding until they became as big as grinding plates; one emanated scorching flames while the other exuded white cold energy.

”Ice and Fire Joint Attack!”

The young cultivator formed a seal with his hands, urging his internal mana to control the bracelets as they bore down on Lin Mo.

”The two of you are too weak.” Lin Mo shook his head lightly, sending a Divine Thought: ”Zhen Yuanzi, control these two.”

”Yes, Young Master.” Zhen Yuanzi’s voice echoed in his mind.

Lin Mo’s True Yuan surged, and instantly two powerful blasts of air swept forward like sharp arrows, kicking up a layer of dust that hit the two Han Country cultivators in the chest, sending them flying like kites with broken strings.

Simultaneously, Zhen Yuanzi’s soul transformed into two streams of light, shooting into their eyebrows, instantly sealing their souls.

In that instant, their eyes flashed with confusion before quickly returning to clarity.

”We can’t beat him, hurry and run—”

”You dare offend the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, you’re dead for sure—”

Each left a harsh word yet escaped into a secluded alley.

The leisurely street was left in disarray, with people either fleeing or hiding, and Lin Mo smiled in satisfaction, walking toward Xue Wen.

”Shadow, you—” Xue Wen was dumbfounded, her chest heaving, making her already perfect curves appear even more alluring.

Indeed.

Not only was Xue Wen shocked, but Ren Jing and Su Yu similarly stood with mouths agape, their minds blank.

”What about me? My tenure as your assistant is over, we should part ways.” Lin Mo smiled faintly.

After speaking, Lin Mo turned his head, his cold gaze fixated on Wu Zhiming, and he said softly, ”Earlier, I heard you wanted to find someone to deal with me, to help me stretch my muscles?”

Wu Zhiming’s face alternated between blue and red, his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed hard.

”Mr. Li Zhencheng—” Wu Zhiming glanced at Li Zhencheng with lingering hope.

Li Zhencheng had long discarded the long blade from his waist, kneeling prostrate on the ground, trembling non-stop, ”Spare me, milord, spare me!”

”Please don’t kill me, I was wrong—” Seeing that even the Sword Dao expert he had hired was kneeling, Wu Zhiming was terrified to the point his face turned ashen, and he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

Wu Zhiming dared not cease, for out of fear, the front of his pants had become uncontrollably wet, emitting a nauseating stench.

He had witnessed Lin Mo’s methods firsthand just now—an authentic cultivator, a legendary super human, not someone a rich second generation like himself could afford to offend.

”Don’t bully Xue Wen anymore.” Lin Mo left a remark and turned around, walking toward the opposite street.

”Shadow—” Xue Wen bit her lip, wanting to speak, but she stood silently, unsure of what to say, feeling as if everything were a dream.

Even though the world now claimed a global revival of spiritual energy, with the existence of super humans no longer being a significant secret, personally witnessing one and living alongside them for two days felt like a dream to ordinary people.

Ren Jing blinked, covering her mouth with both hands, and only after a while did she say, ”Wenwen, your friend is an Immortal!”

Su Yu’s face bore all sorts of complex emotions: fear, dread, envy, jealousy, each expression imaginable but unspoken. He considered himself a social elite, yet before a cultivator, he realized he was nothing but an ant.

Gazing at the devastating scene of the street, a single gesture could demolish a house, a mere footstep could crack the bricks. This was true strength. Li Zhencheng felt as if his heart nearly leapt out, only managing to lift his head to glare at Wu Zhiming after Lin Mo left. ”Fool, nearly got me to offend an expert. Was I trying to get myself killed by challenging him? He even dared to fight people from the Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace. I must go back and report this to Master!”

Meanwhile, Lin Mo already appeared on another street, where the two Han Country cultivators stood respectfully in front of him.

”Master!” The two greeted him in their usual expressions, bowing respectfully.

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