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

The ink-black rain had not yet completely stopped falling, but the No. 4 training ground was already eerily quiet.

With the two guardian figures shattered, the oppressive Qi fluctuations that had been weighing on one's chest dissipated completely. Only scattered black dots remained on the bluestone slab, like a splatter of thick ink.

Both on and off the stage, thousands of extraordinary individuals fell silent for a moment.

The people who were just shouting, making a ruckus, and gasping for breath are now speaking as if they're afraid of startling something.

Wang Ai stood at the edge of the platform, her mouth slightly open, the wrinkles on her face frozen in place.

He stared at the young man in the center of the ring, with only one thought in his mind.

How is that possible?

Those were door gods painted by the Wang family.

This isn't just a few casual strokes to fool people; it's a masterpiece he personally drew, imbued with artistic intent, and only lacking the final finishing touch.

Once the eye is opened and the divine will is formed, what is borrowed is not just the form, but a true divine power that can suppress people.

But now?

Two palms.

Just two palm strikes.

One statue had its head smashed, and another was smashed into a rain of ink, leaving not even a complete shadow behind.

Wang Ai's Adam's apple bobbed, and she pressed her palm against the railing, stubbornly refusing to exhale.

He's seen some tough people before.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone like Lin Mo, who hadn't even released much of his Qi, yet still managed to crush his most powerful techniques with a mere wave of his hand.

On the stage, Lin Mo was still holding Wang Bing in one hand, and had just pulled the other hand back, his posture as relaxed as if he had just swatted two annoying flies.

Wang Bing's face was swollen beyond recognition, his mouth was full of blood, and he could barely open his eyelids.

But he still saw it.

I saw that the two door gods had been smashed to pieces.

I saw black ink flying everywhere.

Seeing Lin Mo standing still, not even taking a step back.

The last vestige of pride in Wang Bing's heart was instantly punctured, as if pricked by a needle.

"I...I was wrong..."

His voice was broken and intermittent, as if he had blood stuck in his throat.

"Spare me... Grandpa... Save me..."

Lin Mo tilted her head and moved her ear closer to him, her expression quite serious.

"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you."

Wang Bing's face was already swollen, and now he was trembling with anger at those words.

He wanted to curse, to yell, and to keep pretending to be tough.

But the moment Lin Mo's eyes swept over him, the little bit of air in his chest deflated instantly, like a leaky balloon.

"I was wrong! Please let me go! Grandpa, save me!"

This time he shouted loud enough.

Unfortunately, shouting it out was useless.

Lin Mo nodded, as if he understood something, and then slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

Crisp, neat, and clean.

Wang Bing's head was knocked to the side by the slap, and he swayed twice. Two more teeth flew out of his mouth, and blood dripped down his chin.

Lin Mo was quite satisfied and casually remarked something.

"Okay, I'll remember this feeling."

On the high platform, Wang Ai's eye twitched, and she felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

Of course he wanted to rush down.

Of course, he wanted to pin this little brat to the ground and chop him into pieces right now.

But he knew even better that Lin Mo wasn't the kind of person who could be intimidated by shouting.

Wang Bing is still in his hands.

If he goes down now and fails to crush Lin Mo to death in one fell swoop, Wang Bing will likely be the first to die.

Thinking of this, Wang Ai forced back the fire burning in her chest.

He turned his head and stared at the Taoist judge from the Celestial Master's Mansion, his voice deep and cold.

"Master, is this competition still not over?"

The referee Taoist felt a chill run down his spine from that one look. He swallowed hard, quickly raised his flag, and shouted rapidly.

"The match is over. Lin Mo wins in Group C, Vermilion Bird!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he added another sentence, his tone as polite as could be.

"Lin Mo, please put Wang Bing down."

Lin Mo responded with an "Oh," a very straightforward answer.

"OK."

He loosened his grip, and Wang Bing fell straight down from mid-air.

"Bang!"

Wang Bing crashed onto the bluestone slab, not even managing a proper scream before rolling twice on the ground, clutching his broken leg, his face contorted in pain.

Wang Ai's eyelids twitched violently, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but she didn't move forward an inch.

He's already burying his face in the sand by enduring this long.

Lin Mo clapped his hands, looked up at Wang Ai, and even had a professional and amiable expression on his face.

"Old Wang, don't get so angry."

He spoke in a light, casual tone, as if he were chatting with someone about what to eat today.

"It was just a normal sparring match. If he hadn't come up and said he was going to break both my legs and wanted me to kneel down and kowtow, I wouldn't have hit him so hard."

Wang Ai's eyes suddenly darkened.

"You're quite the talker, kid."

Lin Mo smiled.

"I've always been reasonable. I'll treat others the way they treat me, fairly, justly, and with a clear price."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Wang Bing on the ground.

"If we really want to settle scores, he started it first. My actions were just self-defense; at most, I used a little too much force."

Wang Ai's face trembled slightly.

"Very good."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"What, old man Wang, are you going to cause more trouble?"

He paused, as if remembering something, and added a sentence.

"I've always been a peace-loving person. If others don't bother me, I won't bother them. But if you insist on messing with me, then I won't be polite."

He raised his hand and made a casual gesture.

"Paying back tenfold, a hundredfold, is normal practice. Even if they don't give me money, I'll still retaliate fiercely."

This was said very plainly, as plainly as quoting a price.

But Wang Ai's expression darkened even more as she listened.

"You just wait."

Lin Mo sighed, as if he were helpless against a stubborn old man who wouldn't listen to advice.

"Alright."

He shrugged.

"Then the reconciliation has failed."

After he finished speaking, he actually added a sentence very seriously.

"I hope you'll still have the confidence to say this to me next time we meet."

After he finished speaking, Lin Mo didn't bother to pay him any more attention.

He bent his knees, leaped lightly, and landed back on the edge of the front row of the audience as if he were weightless.

Lu Linglong was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, her eyes still fixed on the arena.

Lin Mochong raised her chin.

"Boss, mission accomplished."

Lu Linglong finally came to her senses, her heart still pounding, but she subconsciously responded with a reply.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhi Jinhua quickly stood up and adjusted her glasses.

"Let's not waste time here, we need to get down to business."

White Snow nodded even faster.

"Go find Elder Lu and tell him about Quanxing's infiltration into the mountains."

Lin Mo turned and left, as if the earth-shattering arena battle just now had nothing to do with him.

The Lu family troupe followed behind, including Bai Shixue, Wang Ergou, Canglong, and Zhi Jinhua, none of them turning around.

Wang Ai stood on the high platform, watching that figure walk further and further away, her face gradually darkening.

He didn't shout or curse anymore; he simply raised his hand and coldly addressed the two Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion beside him:

"Carry Wang Bing to the medical room."

The two Taoist priests immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted Wang Bing off the ground, their movements much gentler than usual.

On the other side, Chen Jinkui, standing on the platform, stroked his chin and grinned.

"Let's go, we've seen the show."

He looked in the direction Lin Mo left, his interest barely concealed.

"The Wang family has really met their match this time. There's more to come."

On the path through the woods behind the mountain, the leaves rustle in the wind.

Lu Linglong followed Lin Mo for a few steps, but couldn't help speaking first.

"Lin Mo, that old man Wang Ai... seems to have his eye on you."

She said this with her brow furrowed, clearly showing her genuine worry.

Lin Mo hummed in response, his tone indifferent.

"So what if they're targeting us?"

Zhi Jinhua followed, adjusted her glasses, and earnestly reminded her:

"Don't be too careless. The Wang family is one of the Ten Elders and a thousand-year-old family with a very strong foundation. If they really want to play dirty tricks, you still need to be careful on your own."

Lin Mo responded with an "I know," without stopping.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Lu Linglong felt even more uneasy.

She pursed her lips, as if she had been thinking about it seriously for a long time, before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"I'm serious, if you want revenge, don't get carried away and wipe out their entire family."

After these words were spoken, the people in front of him fell silent for a moment.

Bai Shixue almost couldn't catch her breath.

Wang Ergou paused, and the grass root he was holding in his mouth fell to the ground with a "thud".

Hidden Dragon was even more exaggerated, almost falling headfirst into the roadside bushes.

Lin Mo paused for a moment, turned to look at Lu Linglong, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Isn't your concern a little off-target?"

Lu Linglong looked completely serious, not noticing anything amiss.

I'm afraid you'll act impulsively.

She paused, then added.

"After all, you're the kind of person who acts pretty quickly."

Bai Shixue, Zhi Jinhua, Wang Ergou and the others looked at each other, and the same thought popped into their minds at the same time.

Sister, the first half of your sentence was advising him to be careful, while the second half was reminding him not to wipe out his entire family?

Seeing their expressions, Lin Mo couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't reply, but simply patted Lu Linglong's shoulder.

"rest assured."

His tone remained casual.

"I generally don't cause trouble."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.

"I'll talk to you if someone bothers me."

Lu Linglong stood there, stunned for two seconds, and suddenly felt that her advice just now didn't seem to have had any normal effect.

Bai Shixue covered her forehead and muttered something under her breath.

"Oh no, the more I listen, the more it sounds like this is really going to cause a big problem."

Wang Ergou finally picked up the grass roots from the ground, swallowed hard, and looked back at the training ground in the distance.

"I have a feeling that the Wang family is going to have a rough time from now on."

Lin Mo walked at the front, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, falling on his shoulders and making his cheap clothes look almost dazzling.

He seemed not to have heard the last few sentences, or he seemed not to care at all.

But he had already started planning the next thing in his mind.

The real business is for the Quanxing to infiltrate Longhu Mountain.

He wanted to settle accounts with the Wang family little by little, slowly and continuously.

Most importantly.

Just like he told Lu Jin, he wanted to bankrupt the Wang family.

At that moment, Wang Bing, who had just been carried away, was placed on a stretcher, still gasping for breath.

Wang Ai stood still, her gaze fixed on Lin Mo's back.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled, as if he had swallowed back the pent-up frustration.

He made a note of this debt.

However, he also knew that...

In today's battle, the Wang family has already lost a significant portion of the battle.

Lin Mo didn't even turn around.

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