My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo's face turned completely dark.

He wasn't easily provoked, but the burly man in front of him truly made him nauseous.

He stood up and placed his hand on the hilt of the black sword.

This action made the burly man laugh even harder, revealing a row of uneven, yellow teeth, and he stuck out his tongue to lick his chapped lips.

"Everyone who can come here has their fighting ability locked down. You're holding an iron skewer, are you going to pick my teeth? Hahaha, come on, pick one for me!"

The burly men behind him also laughed out loud, and some even whistled.

"Brother, this kid's got a stubborn streak. Let's teach him a lesson."

"Tsk tsk, I need to find a way to train him into a slave."

"Really! Does that mean I have someone like me now?"

……

Some people banged on the iron railings with their fists to cheer themselves on.

The originally deathly silence in the entire cage was stirred into a murky soup.

The voice of the God of War rang out in the depths of Lin Mo's consciousness at just the right moment.

His tone carried a hint of schadenfreude and mockery.

"How about it? Want me to lend you some of my power? Although my power is suppressed by that woman Huan Yu's rules, I can still give you a small wisp to beat up a mortal. Consider it payment for my room."

Lin Mo ignored him completely.

Borrowing strength?

No need.

He slung the black sword back to his waist, squinted at the burly man, his gaze calm and cold.

"I was going to give you a quick death. But now I've changed my mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch.

This punch was neither aided by any laws nor enhanced by any skills.

It's a pure, straight punch that goes from the shoulder to the elbow to the wrist to the fist.

It relies on the primal force generated when muscle fibers contract on the surface of the bone.

The burly man grinned and stretched out his large, fan-like hand to grab his fist, muttering something under his breath.

"Everyone here is a cripple. Judging solely by physical strength, you..."

His voice stopped abruptly at this point.

The moment his palm made contact with Lin Mo's fist, a force he couldn't comprehend exploded from that fist, which didn't look particularly thick.

He first felt a sharp pain in his palm, and then the force did not dissipate.

Instead, it travels upwards along his metacarpals, carpal bones, radius, and ulna.

Every bone emitted a fine cracking sound under the crushing force.

He stared wide-eyed as his right arm twisted at an unnatural angle, starting from his palm.

The skin was intact, but the bones inside were shattered into countless pieces.

His arm hung limply, his elbow bent at a 30-degree angle in the opposite direction, like a broken piece of firewood.

He was stunned for half a second before the pain caught up with his brain.

"Ah~!"

The burly man's screams echoed throughout the entire cage. The sound was shrill and miserable, completely unlike what a two-meter-tall, muscular man could make.

"This...how is this possible! Your power...shouldn't it be sealed away?!"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

In his mind, everyone who entered this arena had their strength stripped away by the rules of pleasure, and no one could beat anyone else; it was all about size and weight.

With his height of two meters and weight of over two hundred kilograms, he should have been at the top of the pyramid in this environment.

This is also the source of his confidence to provoke everyone.

What he didn't know was that Lin Mo's physical foundation had already been stretched to the limit of the human race under Pope Bai Mu'en's imagination.

Every muscle fiber has been stretched and reshaped to its limit; the toughness of the tendons, the density of the bones, the speed of nerve conduction... all have reached the physical limits that the human race can bear.

In other words, as long as the opponent is still human, it is impossible for them to be stronger than Lin Mo.

This isn't a difference in attributes or skills; it's a pure, overwhelming crushing defeat of the pinnacle of racial physical strength.

Lin Mo gave him no explanation and kicked out a second time.

The toe struck the burly man squarely in the chest, the crisp sound of breaking ribs mingling with the impact.

The burly man flew backward, crashing into his group of henchmen behind him, knocking down three of them, before slamming into the iron railing and bouncing back.

Finally, he fell face down onto the stone floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.

The entire cage fell into a deathly silence.

Then Lin Mo stepped forward, stepped on the strong man's only intact left arm, grabbed the remaining part of his right upper arm with both hands, and pulled hard.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the torn shoulder joint.

It splashed onto half of Lin Mo's face.

It splashed onto the mottled iron railings.

It splashed onto the faces of the closest henchmen.

Lin Mo casually tossed the severed arm, which was thicker than his thigh, onto the ground with a dull thud.

The severed fingers were still twitching slightly, and dirt that hadn't been washed in who knows how long was stuck under the fingernails.

At this point, everyone present could no longer hold back.

Exclamations, gasps of shock, and the clanging of metal railings being slammed together mingled together.

Those burly men who had been watching the spectacle with their arms crossed turned pale.

Some people instinctively took several steps back and bumped into the wall, some opened their mouths but couldn't make a sound, and one person's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, desperately trying to scoot backward with his hands on the ground.

Lin Mo did not let them go.

He punched them one by one, breaking ribs, dislocating joints, shattering kneecaps...

Each strike was crisp and clean, with the force perfectly controlled.

They won't kill him, but he'll never be able to stand up again in his lifetime.

The men who had been whistling and making noise just moments before were now all curled up on the ground, some groaning in pain, others in so much pain they could only manage hoarse gasps from their throats.

Then he drew his black sword and walked up to the burly man.

The burly man lay on his back on the ground, blood still gushing from the broken right shoulder, and he couldn't lift his left arm after Lin Mo stepped on it.

He watched Lin Mo approach, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling as he forced out broken pleas for mercy.

"No...no...I can give you oral sex...please don't kill me, please, I'll do anything you want..."

His voice grew softer and softer, until it finally turned into a muffled sob.

Lin Mo felt disgusted.

He raised his black sword, the tip aimed at the burly man's neck.

Just then, a voice came from the corner of the cage. It wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the cage.

"Let him go. We're all human, and we'll fight side by side in the next duel."

The person speaking sat in the darkest corner at the deepest part of the cell, leaning against the iron bars, one leg bent and resting on his arm, the other leg casually stretched out.

He was dressed in a faded gray outfit, holding a long sword in his hand, the blade resting across his knee.

He was now slowly sharpening the blade of his sword with a whetstone, the whirring sound of the whetstone as steady as his tone of voice.

Lin Mo turned her head to look at him and snorted coldly.

"Why didn't you say anything when he was giving me trouble just now?"

The words and the black sword fell simultaneously.

The sword sliced ​​open the strong man's throat, severing his trachea and blood vessels, and his screams came to an abrupt halt.

All that remained was the gurgling sound of blood and foam gushing from the severed throat.

The burly man's body twitched twice before falling completely silent.

Lin Mo sheathed the black sword and turned to look at the swordsman in the corner with a blank expression.

The swordsman stopped using the whetstone in his hand, looked up at Lin Mo, and his gaze was like two cold irons in the dim light.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke, his tone still calm and unhurried.

"You...you're very brave."