After my rebirth, my Martial Sect will surely sweep the martial world in blood.

On Broken Soul Cliff, the aftershocks of Lin Mo defeating Cui Zhen in three moves had not yet subsided, and the air was filled with shock and solemnity. On the side of the aristocratic families, Cui Yuanhao sat back down with a livid face, waved for someone to carry the unconscious Cui Zhen away for treatment, and swept his sinister gaze across his own camp.

"Useless!" he muttered under his breath, whether cursing Cui Zhen or venting his frustration was unclear. The initial defeat, especially under the new rules, was a huge blow to morale. He had to turn the tide as quickly as possible.

"Who is willing to fight in the second round?" Cui Yuanhao asked in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the representatives of several aristocratic families.

An old man dressed in a crimson brocade robe, with a ruddy complexion and a burning aura, sneered: "Brother Cui, hold on a minute, let my Zhu family lad go and meet him!" He was Zhu Yan, the representative of the Vermilion Bird Family, one of the four great families, in this area.

Behind him, a burly young man with bulging muscles and an aura of intense heat strode out. "Zhu Lie of the Vermilion Bird Clan! Please enlighten me!" His voice was loud and clear, like the beating of a drum.

Zhu Lie clearly followed a fierce and domineering path. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he unleashed his full power, his palms turning crimson, as if flames were flowing beneath his skin, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted due to the high temperature.

"The Zhu family's 'Burning Flame Palm'! It's said that when mastered to a high level, the palm strike can melt gold and sever iron!"

"This Zhu Lie seems to have truly mastered the art; he's not easy to deal with!"

Discussions erupted again on the viewing platform. The powerful families had clearly adjusted their strategy, no longer pursuing pure skill and speed, but instead aiming to suppress Lin Mo with absolute power.

Lin Mo looked at the aggressive Zhu Lie, but his expression remained calm. In his memories from his previous life, the Zhu family's martial arts were more powerful than agile, and they had a weakness that was not exactly a weakness—the force was too strong, and there would always be a slight stagnation during transitions.

Zhu Lie roared and, without wasting words, crossed his palms, unleashing a scorching gust of wind, like two burning meteorites, striking Lin Mo from the left and right! Wherever the palm wind passed, the ground seemed to be baked slightly hot.

This time, Lin Mo didn't completely dodge. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, cutting into the gap between Zhu Lie's palms like a ghost. With his right hand pointing outwards, he struck a certain acupoint under Zhu Lie's armpit. That was precisely a key point in the circulation of the Burning Flame Palm's internal energy.

Zhu Lie felt a numbness under his armpit, and his surging internal energy suddenly stopped, causing his ferocious palm strike to slow down slightly. He was greatly alarmed and quickly changed his move, turning his palm into a fist and sweeping across the battlefield.

However, Lin Mo seemed to have anticipated this, and her finger slid down, gently brushing against his wrist. A subtle, yin-like force penetrated, and Zhu Lie felt his entire arm go weak, his sweeping momentum once again thwarted.

"Break!" Lin Mo shouted, his left palm silently striking Zhu Lie's slightly exposed chest as he changed his move.

With a muffled thud, Zhu Lie's burly body staggered back seven or eight steps, his face flushed, and the burning heat in his chest seemed to be doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly becoming chaotic. He tried his best to suppress the churning blood and qi, but in the end, he still coughed up a small mouthful of blood, his face full of disbelief.

"You flatter me." Lin Mo withdrew his palm and stood up, his breathing steady.

In just a few moves, he defeated his enemy!

This time, Lin Mo demonstrated a precise grasp of the weaknesses in his opponent's techniques and ingenious counter-attack skills.

"Lin Mo wins the second round!" Zhou Zhengyang's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

The aristocratic families were in an uproar. If Cui Zhen's defeat could be attributed to underestimating his opponent and his swordsmanship being countered, then Zhu Lie's failure more directly demonstrated Lin Mo's unfathomable strength and control over the battle.

"The third round, I'll go!" A soft, feminine voice rang out. Behind the representative of the Azure Dragon Clan, stepped a pale-faced, thin young man with eyes like a venomous snake. "Azure Dragon Clan, Mu Qing."

Mu Qing moved with light steps, landing silently. Her hands had long, slender fingers with nails that gleamed with a faint, eerie light, clearly indicating that she was skilled in some kind of insidious martial art or acupressure techniques.

After taking the stage, he didn't rush to attack, but instead circled around Lin Mo, looking for an opening. His movements were unpredictable, like a slippery eel.

Lin Mo stood still, seemingly casual, but his aura had already locked onto his opponent. In his previous life, he had seen similar kung fu, mysterious and subtle, specializing in acupoints and joints, but its core lay in the changes in footwork and the concealment of his aura.

Mu Qing circled around a few times before finally finding what he considered an opportunity. He suddenly leaped forward like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, his five fingers forming claws, and with a stench of blood, he grabbed a major acupoint on Lin Mo's back!

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch Lin Mo's clothes, Lin Mo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, twisting his body at an incredible angle, not only avoiding the grab, but also delivering a precise chop to Mu Qing's wrist.

"Crack!" A soft sound of bone breaking rang out.

Mu Qing screamed in pain, clutching his wrist and staggering backward, his face contorted with agony and horror. His sneak attack seemed like child's play to his opponent.

"Lin Mo wins the third match!"

Three-game winning streak!

The cheers from the west side of the viewing platform grew louder and louder, the smaller sects and independent cultivators were too excited to contain themselves. They had never seen anyone so overwhelmingly defeat experts from the three great families in a life-or-death arena!

The atmosphere within the aristocratic faction had reached rock bottom. Cui Yuanhao, Zhu Yan, and others looked extremely grim.

"Fourth round! Jin Feng from the White Tiger Clan!" A burly man with taut muscles, as if cast in metal, leaped onto the stage. He practiced external martial arts, and his skin had a faint metallic sheen, making him known as invulnerable to swords and spears.

Jin Feng roared, charging like a raging bull, his fists slamming towards Lin Mo like heavy hammers. The power was astonishing, the wind from his punches whistling.

This time, Lin Mo didn't choose to confront Jin Feng head-on, nor did he seek out weaknesses to exploit. He displayed exquisite movement techniques, weaving freely through Jin Feng's ferocious attacks like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Jin Feng's powerful attacks repeatedly missed, leaving shallow craters on the ground, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Mo's clothes.

After several dozen moves, Jin Feng's breathing became disordered, and his attacks were no longer as fierce as they had been at the beginning. Lin Mo seized the opportunity and, at the moment when Jin Feng's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, leaving his chest wide open, pointed a finger at his Tanzhong acupoint.

This seemingly gentle movement contained a powerful, penetrating force that directly broke through Jin Feng's external defenses.

Jin Feng groaned, his massive body stiffening on the spot, his face turning from red to white, and finally he knelt down with a "thud," unable to move for a short time.

"Lin Mo wins the fourth round!"

Four-game winning streak!

"Fifth formation! Xuanwu family, Shui Qianrou!" A woman dressed in a light blue dress, with a gentle demeanor but calm eyes, stepped onto the stage. She was skilled in using the silk-reeling force and the technique of deflecting force with softness.

Shui Qianrou immediately adopted a defensive stance, drawing circles with her palms, and ripples of supple energy spread out like water, attempting to neutralize Lin Mo's offensive and find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, Lin Mo's attack suddenly became fierce and domineering. His punches and kicks were wide and powerful, with his strength concentrated at a single point, resulting in astonishing explosive power. The supple energy was easily torn apart like paper in the face of absolute power and speed.

"Boom!" A punch shattered the defense, dispersing Shui Qianrou's condensed inner force, causing her to stagger backward, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and she could no longer maintain that perfect defensive stance.

"Lin Mo wins the fifth round!"

Five consecutive wins!

"Sixth formation!..." Another expert from a prestigious family stepped onto the stage, wielding an unusual weapon—a pair of water-splitting spikes—with cunning and ruthless moves.

But Lin Mo seemed to know everything. No matter what kind of martial arts his opponent used, he could always deal with it in the most appropriate way, whether by cleverness, force, or speed, showing a despair-inducing comprehensiveness.

In the end, after holding out for more than ten moves, this expert was hit in the waist by Lin Mo's seemingly ordinary side kick and rolled off the stage in a sorry state.

"Lin Mo wins the sixth match!"

Six-game winning streak!

When Zhou Zhengyang announced the sixth victory, the entire Broken Soul Cliff was completely silent except for the sound of the wind and the barely suppressed cheers from the west viewing platform. The aristocratic camp was completely silent.

Six carefully selected experts from various families took turns fighting, but none of them could force Lin Mo to reveal his true strength, none of them could inflict the slightest injury on him, and none of them could even give him a moment's respite!

This is no longer just a difference in strength, but a ruthless trampling on the pride of the aristocratic families! The life-or-death arena, which was once regarded by the aristocratic families as a tool to maintain their privileges and eliminate dissidents, has now become a stage for Lin Mo to demonstrate his martial prowess and break the monopoly!

Cui Yuanhao gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He looked at the figure in the blue robe who remained calm and composed, as if the six consecutive battles he had just fought were merely a warm-up, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

This child must not be allowed to live! Otherwise, what will become of the prestige of our aristocratic family? The interests of the Grand Canal transport, and even more things, will likely be shaken!

On the west side of the viewing platform, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Mo, filled with fervor and hope.