High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

A medicinal herb farm, with an outer defensive wall.

Chen Mo was crouching in the corner, waiting for Zhu Long and Dai Emei's signal.

He had thought that Zhu Long or Dai Emei might have some ingenious ideas, but he never expected it to be the simplest diversionary tactic.

Chen Mo played a crucial and pivotal role in this robbery...

Okay, there are only three people in total, and all three are key figures.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the Abyss warriors couldn't defeat the human warriors.

The human warriors were all incredibly mad, to the point that they didn't even value their own lives that much.

Through the light emitted by the energy stone, Chen Mo could even see the ordinary farmers tending to the medicinal herbs.

In the eyes of martial artists, these farmers were nothing more than livestock, livestock without a shred of dignity.

Just as Chen Mo was observing the internal structure of the farm, a loud bang came from the main gate of the farm.

Boom!

The heavy metal door was sent flying by Zhu Long's punch, crushing countless low-level Abyss warriors to death.

"Khemu! Karif!"

Zhu Long shouted, and a tall figure instantly sprang out of the farm.

The figure glared fiercely at Zhu Long, drew the long sword from behind him, and charged towards him.

"What's going on? Why did that person suddenly get angry?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. The level 11 expert who rushed out was clearly in a state of rage.

"If someone comes to your door and tries to assault your mother, aren't you angry?"

Dai Emei, who was hanging on the defensive wall, chuckled and drew two long swords from her back before charging out as well.

"Once most of the martial artists inside have left, hurry out and gather medicinal herbs. Be extremely careful!"

After a series of clanging sounds, Zhu Long pretended to be outmatched, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned to run away.

How could that level eleven Abyss warrior let go of someone weaker than himself who dared to insult him? He shouted and chased after him.

Both of them were incredibly fast, disappearing on the other side of the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Dai Emei's appearance caused great chaos in the farm, with at least a dozen level eight or nine martial artists besieging her.

Chen Mo did not act rashly, but waited quietly for an opportunity.

Soon, Dai Emei's face began to turn pale, as if she was exhausted.

The Abyss warriors' eyes lit up, and they rushed forward, eager to cut off Dai Emei's head.

Suddenly, Dai Emei's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and countless fierce sword lights directly killed four level eight Abyss warriors.

But after this attack, Dai Emei's aura plummeted, her blood and qi surged from her feet, and she turned and ran.

The bloodthirsty Abyss warriors naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass them by, and one by one they used their footwork to chase after them.

Those Abyss warriors in the midst of battle couldn't see it, but Chen Mo, as an observer, could see it clearly.

Dai Emei and Zhu Long showed absolutely no signs of weakness; it was all an act.

"So skilled...?"

Although Chen Mo felt like vomiting, his immediate priority was to quickly go inside and scrape the ground.

No matter what it is, even if it's just grass, Chen Mo will take a bite first.

With a leap, he jumped over the wall and kicked a farmer away. Chen Mo then pulled out his Phoenix Beak Dragon Tooth Halberd and began digging.

With dirt flying everywhere, Chen Mo didn't care whether the medicinal herbs were ripe or not; he just kept stuffing them into the sack.

Various medicinal herbs exuded a rich energy aura, and Chen Mo's landing point was clearly in the high-grade medicinal herb area.

Seeing this, the farmers dared not go forward to intervene and hid in the corner, trembling with fear.

Unfortunately, the high-grade medicinal herb area only has seven or eight herbs; the herbs that can be produced in large quantities are the low-grade herbs.

Don't underestimate these medicinal herbs; they can't be grown on human territory, and even a single one can be worth hundreds of thousands.

Not to mention those high-grade medicinal herbs that are worth millions!

After stuffing the eight high-grade medicinal herbs into a sack, Chen Mo turned his head and set his sights on the low-grade medicinal herb area not far away.

He was like a starving wolf, every medicinal herb was a source of immense academic credit for Chen Mo!

Although the middle and upper-level martial artists in the medicinal herb farm went to hunt down Zhu Long and Dai Emei, quite a few lower-level martial artists remained.

Unfortunately, those lower-level martial artists couldn't even break through Chen Mo's defenses. Chen Mo simply ignored their attacks and relentlessly attacked the ground.

puff!

An arrow imbued with intense energy struck Chen Mo in the buttocks, sending waves of excruciating pain through him, but Chen Mo made no attempt to turn around and defend himself.

He can now dig up large quantities of low-grade medicinal herbs at a time, and he doesn't have time to get entangled with those lower-level martial artists.

Less than five minutes later, Chen Mo heard Zhu Long and Dai Emei shouting from afar.

"Chen Mo, run! We've messed with a big fry!"

"Neither of us can beat this!"

A deep-sea warrior who can impress both Zhu Long and Dai Emei must be either a level twelve or a level thirteen grandmaster.

Or perhaps it's a group of level 11 martial artists...

Chen Mo's head was spinning. He took one last bite of the low-grade medicinal herb, picked up the sack, and ran away.

Unfortunately, he only took a little over half of the medicinal herbs from the entire herb farm, leaving a large pile of herbs behind.

Fortunately, the "big" that Zhu Long and Dai Emei were talking about was chasing the two of them. Chen Mo managed to hide in a safe place without any serious danger while carrying a large sack of medicinal herbs.

"Wow, is it that exciting?"

Chen Mo wiped his sweat; he finally understood what it meant to truly court death.

Zhu Long, an eighth-level martial artist who can fight tenth-level martial artists, plus Dai Emei, a ninth-level martial artist comparable to a tenth-level martial artist, and then there's him, a fifth-level martial artist who can fight seventh-level martial artists.

Three people dared to sneak into someone's medicinal herb farm and rip them off; they're incredibly audacious.

Chen Mo lay on a small hillside, glancing at Zhu Long and Dai Emei who had once again disappeared on the other side of the horizon, and couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for the two of them.

"I wonder if they can..."

Suddenly, goosebumps erupted all over Chen Mo's body, and he instinctively rolled to the side.

Turning his head, he saw a figure clad in black armor wielding a steel sword slash at the spot where he had just been standing.