Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”A duel?”

Duanmu Yin’s words caused many disciples of the Mystic Realm Sect to change their expressions slightly. Everyone knew that Rong Xiaofeng was a High-level Star Lake Level cultivator, a top genius of the Dayan Dynasty Academy, and the legitimate son of the Demon Star Prince, whose strength and status could crush Lin Mo.

This duel was inherently unfair; Lin Mo would undoubtedly lose.

However, due to Duanmu Yin’s status, the other disciples of the Mystic Realm Sect didn’t dare to speak up despite their objections.

Upon hearing this, Rong Xiaofeng laughed heartily and said, ”What Brother Duanmu says is true, Original Law Fragments are ownerless. We’ve all seen it. If you take it alone, who would be convinced? But if you can defeat me, I’ll let you take the Original Law Fragment. How about it?”

”Despicable...”

Standing beside Lin Mo, Han Xiaowen bit her silver teeth, her delicate face showing a trace of indignation, whispering softly, ”These two sing in unison. If Rong Xiaofeng takes the Original Law Fragment, he might give half to Duanmu Yin. It’s infuriating, isn’t this humiliation?”

”Fine, I agree to the duel.”

Suddenly, a clear voice broke the unusual silence. Lin Mo stepped forward, his eyes shining brightly as he stared straight at Rong Xiaofeng, a faint curve lifting at the corner of his mouth, ”I just think this duel is somewhat unfair!”

”Oh, how is it unfair?” Rong Xiaofeng squinted his eyes, with a sharp cold light emerging from his pupils. He didn’t expect Lin Mo would actually agree to the duel. But this was perfect, giving him a solid reason to beat Lin Mo harshly.

”I was the first to discover the Original Law Fragment. The Young Prince wants to take it and challenge me to a duel; if I lose, the fragment goes to him. But if I win, shouldn’t the Young Prince offer some prize?” Lin Mo said loudly.

Rong Xiaofeng’s eyes widened, cold light shining bright, ”A prize, is it? If you can defeat me, I’ll give you a hundred thousand soul coins. How about it?”

At these words, a low murmur spread among the crowd; a hundred thousand soul coins is an amount even Hall Masters like Su Yuanfan would feel pain giving away, as personal cultivation demands a large expenditure of soul coins, and saving them is difficult.

Probably only Rong Xiaofeng, the legitimate son controlling the entire Demon Star Prince, could afford such generosity.

”Good, before so many people, the Young Prince probably won’t cheat!”

Lin Mo smiled, while Han Xiaowen, Luo Dao, and Wei Ming beside him showed unusual expressions. The scene earlier, where Lin Mo used his fist to blow away a Star Sea Level Basic Barbaric Beast, was vivid in their memories.

Han Xiaowen was worried that Lin Mo would offend the Young Prince by beating Rong Xiaofeng, and bring trouble upon himself in the future.

”Arrogant!”

Rong Xiaofeng snorted coldly, stomping his foot, his figure suddenly shooting out like an arrow rushed, bringing a strong gust heading straight for Lin Mo, then raising his right leg, his knee like a cannonball aimed at the latter’s chest.

Although unable to use True Yuan and Spiritual Energy, the Martial Artist’s physique and Martial Arts can still exert immense power.

Rong Xiaofeng, as a High-level Star Lake Level cultivator, after a year and a half of cultivation in the Great Ruins, was only one step away from reaching the Star Sea Level Early Stage, with a strong background and powerful strength of his own, otherwise he couldn’t be the leading figure at the Dayan Dynasty Academy.

Bang!

A heavy thud suddenly echoed in the Ice Forest, and in the astonished eyes of the crowd, Lin Mo intercepted with his palm, forcibly blocking Rong Xiaofeng’s knee strike, both figures quickly sliding backward from Lin Mo’s position.

”Hmm?” Rong Xiaofeng’s expression changed slightly, a trace of surprise surfaced in his eyes, shocked that his strike was blocked by Lin Mo. He felt as if he’d struck an iron plate.

”Young Prince, if that’s all you’ve got, don’t blame me for being unkind!”

Lin Mo’s eyes shot out two beams of cold light, his right fist clenched, swiftly punching at Rong Xiaofeng’s face. The rapid speed stirred up two sharp gusts, smashing heavily onto Rong Xiaofeng’s cheek, sending him flying like a cannonball, crashing hard onto the ice surface, leaving an ice gorge mark as his body slid.

In the moment of exchange, the surroundings fell into silence; no one expected Rong Xiaofeng to suffer such a heavy loss.

Duanmu Yin, arms crossed, stood high above, witnessing the scene, a little twitch in the corner of his eyes, eyebrows forming a frown, clearly shocked by Lin Mo’s performance.

”Scum, I will kill you!” Rong Xiaofeng leapt up, standing immediately, with searing pain on his face, his gaze turning deadly with rage. He is the Young Prince, a top genius of the Dayan Dynasty Academy, yet in front of everyone, he got beaten by Lin Mo.

This humiliation far exceeded the physical pain tenfold, Rong Xiaofeng clenched his fists, his eyes blazing like fire.

”Who’s the scum, aren’t you clear yet?” Lin Mo sneered, his figure flickered, appearing before Rong Xiaofeng, swinging a fist out, fierce winds covering his arm, smashing like a cannonball towards the latter.

Had it not been in the Forbidden Area, it might have been difficult for Lin Mo to deal with Rong Xiaofeng, considering Rong Xiaofeng’s talent at the Dynasty Academy, backed by rich resources and treasures. But here in the Forbidden Area, the only standard for measuring strength is physical prowess.

Seeing this, Rong Xiaofeng crossed his arms against his chest, though the fierce wind from the incoming fist already stung his cheeks.

”Inch Fist!”

With wind-carrying fists just half an inch from Rong Xiaofeng, it suddenly accelerated, releasing a surge of force, slamming onto Rong Xiaofeng’s arms with a dull thud.

Inch Fist, a school of Huaxia Martial Arts, excels in suddenly unleashing full body strength over short distances, catching foes off guard.

Rong Xiaofeng’s expression changed, a force of sheer power poured into his body, once again sending him flying, tumbling over the icy surface, both arms numbed by the intense pain, making him sweat coldly.

The entire arena fell silent; no one anticipated the duel to end with Lin Mo’s overwhelming victory against Rong Xiaofeng, who had no chance to counterattack—an outcome out of everyone’s expectations.

”Young Prince, do you now understand who’s the scum?”

Lin Mo sneered.

”Scum, I must kill you, I will kill you!” Rong Xiaofeng, head clouded by anger, stood again, his face grim, swinging his Hard Fist towards Lin Mo.

Lin Mo squinted, blocking with his palm, then twisted to grip the opponent’s fist, causing Rong Xiaofeng’s complexion to change from the inflow of Dark Energy, as Lin Mo raised his right leg, acting as an Iron Whip, slashing harshly at Rong Xiaofeng’s waist, the latter flying while pale-faced, spurting blood that splattered vibrantly on the ice surface.

”Scum, do you admit defeat?”

Lin Mo asked plainly.

”Lin Mo, I advise you to think carefully, this Original Law isn’t something you can obtain!” Rong Xiaofeng, trembling and unsteady, stared with resentment like a venomous snake, eyes bloodshot covering most of his pupils.