One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

The next day, the martial arts training ground on the back of Longhu Mountain was once again bustling with activity.

With the referee's whistle, a new round of matches began in full swing.

The young talents of the Lu family team took to the stage one after another, and most of them successfully advanced to the next round.

However, luck can be cruel when it comes to drawing lots. Lu Linglong faced off against "Yun," a masked man from her own troupe, on the arena.

Yun stood on the field, helplessly spreading his hands and sighing: "Linglong, you know my rules, I can't bring myself to lay a hand on a woman."

After saying that, he decisively raised his right hand to the referee and loudly announced his surrender.

The audience below the stage let out a good-natured chuckle, and Lu Linglong couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

On the other side, Zhi Jinhua faces off against Feng Shayan, the daughter of the Tianxia Association.

As soon as the competition began, Zhi Jinhua pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and her brain started working at lightning speed.

She knew that she still had the important task of intercepting Quanxing. If she were to confront Feng Shayan head-on now, not only would both sides suffer heavy losses, but it would also definitely delay the important matters to come.

Having figured this out, Zhi Jinhua decisively admitted defeat.

Feng Shayan was just about to show off her skills when she heard this. She had to hold back the energy that was gathering in her fists. She pouted unhappily and turned to walk off the stage.

Immediately afterwards, Canglong faced off against Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

This fat guy usually seems unreliable, but he's actually quite skilled when it comes to fighting, forcing Zhang Lingyu to use his thunder magic.

With a blinding flash of lightning, Canglong was charred black and fell down, emitting blue smoke. Although he was defeated, he could be considered to have lost with honor.

Meanwhile, Bai Shixue was facing off against Hu Jie, an eccentric from Tianjin.

By using her unique method of absorbing the true energy of others, Bai Shixue secured victory without any major incident.

However, the smile on Bai Shixue's face disappeared as soon as she stepped off the stage.

She walked quickly to the audience seats and approached Lu Linglong and the Lu family troupe, her expression somewhat solemn.

"Xiao Bai, why aren't you happy after winning? You look like you've swallowed a fly."

With his spiky, frizzy hair and an ice pack on his face, Canglong curiously approached.

Bai Shixue rubbed her arms as if trying to shake off something dirty, and frowned as she said, "That Hu Jie has a problem, a really big problem."

"When we were fighting just now, I inhaled a breath of his Qi, and the feeling was absolutely disgusting."

Upon hearing this, Lu Linglong abandoned her casual attitude and asked seriously, "What kind of problem is it? Tell me in detail."

"His Qi is very mixed, as if he has swallowed many people alive and forcibly merged them together."

Bai Shixue's eyes revealed a hint of disgust. "I've encountered this method of turning other people's Qi into my own power once before, and I will never forget that feeling."

Xiao Xiao, who was standing to the side, seemed to have made a connection to something. His gentle expression instantly turned cold, and he asked:

"The feeling you're describing, you're not referring to that one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, are you?"

Bai Shixue nodded heavily, gritting her teeth as she said, "That's right, it's 'the root of all evil,' Shen Chong, that loan shark!"

"The Qi emanating from Hu Jie is exactly the same as Shen Chong's nauseating smell!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Lu family troupe around them all gasped in shock, their expressions turning serious.

The fact that the Quanxing demons have infiltrated the Luotian Grand Ceremony is no small matter.

Just as everyone was about to delve deeper, the referee's loud voice came through the loudspeaker in the center of the arena:

"Next match, Group C, Vermilion Bird: Lin Mo vs. Wang Bing! Both players, please enter the arena!"

Upon hearing his name called, Lin Mo, who had been leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, opened them.

He stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked a few times.

"Brother Lin, how do we handle this?" Wang Ergou asked Lin Mo.

Lin Mo dusted off his clothes and said casually, "No rush. Let me finish this fight and come back before we report to Elder Lu."

Bai Shixue nodded obediently and agreed: "OK, business comes first, let's watch your match first."

After saying that, Lu Linglong led a large group of people from the Lu family troupe and followed behind Lin Mo, specifically finding seats in the front row of the audience closest to the arena.

This is not only to cheer Lin Mo on, but also to ensure that Lin Mo stays within the 100-meter range that a qualified bodyguard with a monthly salary of 100,000 should be able to check in.

Lin Mo slowly walked into the center of the venue, stepping on the stone steps.

Opposite him, Wang Bing was already waiting.

He crossed his arms, held his chin high, and wore a cold, smug smirk on his face.

"You must be Lin Mo, right?"

Wang Bing looked Lin Mo up and down, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "A mere watchdog by Lu Jin's side dares to come to this arena and act all high and mighty."

Lin Mo stood still, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he were looking at thin air.

Seeing that Lin Mo was ignoring him, Wang Bing's anger flared up. He took a step forward, pointed at Lin Mo's nose, and cursed:

"Stop pretending to be so profound! You're finished today, you know?"

"The way you looked at me yesterday, today I'll break your legs in front of everyone and make you kneel and kowtow to me!"

Lin Mo remained silent, only reaching out to pick at his ear as if listening to a mosquito buzzing.

This kind of disregard is more hurtful than the most vicious mockery.

In Lin Mo's eyes, Wang Bing wasn't even qualified to be a source of experience points; at best, he was just a breathing creature.

Sweeping him with that look of utter contempt, the veins on Wang Bing's forehead bulged instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva through gritted teeth: "You're asking for death!"

"The match begins!" The referee swung his raised hand down sharply.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Bing quickly formed hand seals, and a powerful flow of Qi erupted from his body.

His eyes gleamed with an eerie blue light, and wisps of black mist appeared out of thin air around him, as if he had forcibly captured some cold, sinister spirit.

The black aura quickly covered his arms, like an indestructible armor.

"Die, you little brat!"

Wang Bing roared and charged towards Lin Mo like a cannonball, cracking the bluestone slabs beneath his feet.

However, Lin Mo did not adopt any defensive stance in the face of this aggressive attack.

He even turned his head and looked at the first row of spectators outside the stadium.

"Boss," Lin Mo looked at Lu Linglong and asked loudly, "you bet on me to win this match, right?"

Lu Linglong was stunned for a moment, then nodded in unison with the others from the Lu family troupe.

Bai Shixue waved the betting slip in her hand forcefully.

Upon receiving confirmation, Lin Mo smiled with satisfaction and said slowly, "That's good. We've made enough money from the betting odds. I'm too lazy to hide anything from this guy anymore."

Sitting in the front row, Wang Ergou, always eager for chaos, waved his fist and shouted, "Of course! Brother Lin, do whatever you want, just don't kill anyone!"

Lu Linglong, Zhi Jinhua, and the others nodded in agreement.

They despised Wang Bing's disgusting, arrogant, and domineering attitude from the bottom of their hearts.

Moreover, they had already made enough money from yesterday's betting on the outside, so even if they just watched Lin Mo unilaterally crush them today, it would still be a rare treat.

This interaction on the ring was completely witnessed by Wang Bing.

Being discussed like a lowly monster gaining experience in front of hundreds of spectators made Wang Bing so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"You bastard! How dare you look down on me!"

Wang Bing roared, his right foot, enveloped in thick black energy, slammed into Lin Mo's chest with a whooshing sound.

If that kick had landed squarely, an ordinary superhuman would have broken at least a few ribs.

Unfortunately, he was facing Lin Mo, who possessed 185 years of refined internal energy.

Just as that foot was only half a foot away from Lin Mo's chest, Lin Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Lin Mo's figure seemed to transcend the limitations of space, appearing before Wang Bing without warning.

He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply raised his right hand casually, without using anything, not even activating his Qi.

It transformed into a hand chop, precisely striking the knee joint of the leg that Wang Bing had kicked out.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound echoed throughout the stadium.

"ah--!"

Wang Bing let out a piercing scream. His once powerful right leg instantly twisted at a bizarre angle, and he lost his balance, falling heavily to the ground.

Before his face could even make intimate contact with the ground, Lin Mo had already slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in mid-air, and Wang Bing's cheek swelled up instantly, his whole body spinning halfway through the air like a top.

"You're really annoying."

Lin Mo flicked his wrist, his tone as calm as if he were stating a fact.

Immediately afterwards, he slipped and caught up with Wang's spinning body, then slapped him again with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

"I feel nauseous just looking at you."

Wang Bing spat out a mouthful of blood, and several white teeth flew out mixed with the blood.

"Snapped!"

"I haven't done anything to you, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Snapped!"

"They act like the whole world owes the Wang family money all the time."

"Snapped!"

"If you dare look at me with those idiotic eyes again, I'll cripple your arms and legs."

After a series of slaps, the entire room fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of the blows.

Wang Bing's face, which was originally passable, was now swollen like a pig's head, with almost all of his teeth missing, and blood flowing wildly from the corners of his mouth. He couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

This set of movements was fluid and graceful, and Lin Mo's control over the palm force was exquisite.

Each slap only injured the skin and teeth; the unique shockwave was perfectly contained within the muscles, without causing any damage to the brain.

As the saying goes, being confused doesn't hurt your brain.

This would allow Wang to experience excruciating pain without violating the competition's rule against fatalities or serious injuries.

At this moment, Wang Ai, the tenth elder, who was sitting in the VIP seat on the high platform, witnessed his most beloved great-grandson being slapped repeatedly in the face in public, just like a grandson being slapped. He stood up abruptly.

Wang Ai's wrinkled old face turned ashen, her eyes reddened, and her fingernails dug deeply into the mahogany railing.

"stop!"

Wang Ai channeled his inner energy, and his roar, infused with true qi, resounded like thunder throughout the entire training ground:

"You brat, put down my grandson!"

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