Chapter 4, Breakthrough in Battle

Hahaha... you think I am a three-year-old child, Reverend Le?

To understand the standards for the external guards of the Qin family, the strongest among them is at the fifth stage of martial discipleship. Once one surpasses this level of strength, they can become internal guards of the Qin family, enjoying better treatment within the clan

To break through the surface with a point

"Got you, haha!" Zhao Yong laughed heartily, suddenly gripping Qin Mo's fists tightly.

Not necessarily

Gazing at Zhao Yong's corpse, Qin Mo recalled that in his previous life at the age of 18, Zhao Yong, after getting drunk, revealed the whereabouts of this jade pendant by taking out a gray treasure pouch. It was then that Qin Mo understood who the true culprit behind the plot against him was, and he realized that Zhao Yong's betrayal was part of a vicious scheme by the elders' faction targeting his grandfather, Qin Zhengxing. Unfortunately, by that time, his grandfather had already passed away, and it was all too late.

The atmosphere was as turbulent as the wind! The realm of the warrior! Uncle Le exclaimed in surprise, unable to maintain his composure any longer, his face filled with ecstasy. After being stuck at the ninth level of martial arts for a full eight years, Qin Mo unexpectedly broke through at this moment

Bang

Dashing into the woods, running along the mountain path, the cold mountain wind blew against him. Suddenly, Deacon Rong felt a shiver run through him, stopped in his tracks, and was astonished to find that his back was chillingly damp, soaked with cold sweat without him realizing when it had happened

All around, the expressions of those present changed dramatically. Who would have thought that Zhao Yong's strength was so formidable, leaving them no room to intervene

However, after an eight-year gap, can Qin Mo catch up with the pace of his peers who are geniuses?

Not far away, Deacon Rong's expression changed dramatically, squinting his eyes, a fierce and venomous look passing over him like that of a poisonous snake

Dong!

Zhao Yong laughed maniacally, suddenly letting out a furious roar, his muscles bulging as true energy coursed across his body, and he swiftly unleashed dozens of punches in all directions

The torches flickered, occasionally sending sparks flying. The mood of the Qin family's guards was starkly different from when they had arrived. Looking at the young man clad in a brown robe, they knew that the genius of the Qin family had returned after 8 years.

Alas, thinking of the actions of this traitor, I almost buried Young Master Mo beneath the cliffs of Mount Wanren. In a moment of anger, I lost my composure and did not control my strength. I ask Young Master Mo to punish me accordingly. " Steward Rong bowed repeatedly, his kind face filled with regret.

Yes, Young Master Mo

Zhao Yong's face was splattered with blood, and a long wound appeared on one side of his cheek, directly opposite the original knife scar

Qin Mo felt as if half of his body was enveloped by this grip. His gaze was slightly cold, yet he remained unflustered. His opponent was a warrior of the second stage of cultivation, and the grip he executed was a mid-level martial skill of the mortal realm. Given Qin Mo's current strength, it was simply impossible for him to evade it.

In front and behind him, every move of everyone present appeared in his mind. Qin Mo even saw, eight meters behind him, Deacon Rong's gaze, cold as a snake, fixated on his back; that position was one from which timely assistance could be rendered

Qin Mo took a deep breath, realizing that in this situation, he could only rely on himself. His ears twitched, and his hearing spread out like a tide, extending towards the surroundings

Bang

In a moment, the Qin family's guards brought Zhao Yong back, his back marked with two blood-red handprints, his body cold and devoid of life.

At that moment, a figure in the crowd soared up like a hawk, swiftly striking out two palms in mid-air. Two palm prints were seen crashing through the air, arriving before their source, vanishing in a flash in the darkness.

Deacon Rong, upon thinking of this, did not linger for a moment and exerted all his strength to swiftly dash towards the direction of Fen Town

Uncle Le was caught off guard and could only helplessly raise his palms in response. As their fists and palms collided, a powerful gust of wind surged forth, and he felt his palms go numb, being forcefully knocked back more than ten meters.

This time, the speed at which the "Collarbone Claw" was executed was twice as fast as before, clearly indicating that Zhao Yong was using all his strength to prevent Qin Mo from escaping again

Qin Mo, you should obediently surrender and become my hostage

Taking the pouch of treasures from Butler Le, Qin Mo hung the jade pendant back around his neck and said, "Having spent three days in the wilderness, I would like to return home soon, take a hot shower, and change into a clean set of clothes"

"Uncle Le, Deacon Rong has shown unwavering loyalty to our Qin family. In his anger, he lost control and acted without restraint; how can we blame him?"

Uncle Le and Steward Rong responded in unison, both respectfully bowing.

The expression on Uncle Le's face changed dramatically; he did not expect that Zhao Yong had also cultivated another type of mid-level martial skill of the mortal rank

"Deacon Rong, this person has plotted against Young Master Mo with ulterior motives. There may be accomplices within the clan. What is your intention in using all your strength to eliminate them?" Uncle Le coldly said as he examined the injuries on the corpse, looking at Deacon Rong.

Young Master Mo is truly magnanimous

At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly turned his head and looked deeply at Elder Rong, saying: "Elder Rong, please go ahead and return home to reassure my grandfather, so that he does not worry."

Breakthrough in challenges

Suddenly, shadows of fists erupted in the air, resembling bolts of lightning darting about. The guards from the outer courtyard could not withstand it at all, each one being struck and retreating rapidly with pained grunts. Uncle Le, on the other hand, was hit by four powerful punches and staggered back several meters.

Hearing is as good as seeing, such a wonderful application exists!

The force of the "Clavicle Claw" penetrated into his body, causing Qin Mo's body to tremble violently, and the bones in his arms emitted a creaking sound. With his current level of true energy cultivation, he could only dissipate 60% of the power of the "Clavicle Claw"

Let's go, don't delay

Sizzle sizzle sizzle

With a swift movement of both arms, as the fierce wind approached, Qin Mo alternately delivered seven punches, each one striking precisely at a specific point in Zhao Yong's palm. The seven punches overlapped, effectively breaking this move known as the "Collarbone Claw".

This sentence, falling into Zhao Yong's ears, was like a fuse, causing his eyes to instantly fill with blood as he roared: "That is just your good luck, you are the most hopeless waste of the Qin family, unable to break through in eight years, just watch me ruin you"

Qin Mo steadied his stance and thought to himself: "Although there is only a thin line separating a Martial Disciple of the Ninth Stage from a Warrior, the difference is vast. Fortunately, having activated the first layer of the Battle Saint Body, in terms of pure physical strength, I am comparable to a Warrior-level martial artist, which allowed me to resolve the situation with seven strikes by breaking the surface with a point."

Zhao Yong's body suddenly surged, and he darted out, his hands reaching out to the left and right, his ten fingers elongating and trembling like bound whips, striking towards Qin Mo from both sides

Moreover, he also felt the true energy within his body, possessing a peculiar power that could greatly enhance the might of his martial arts techniques

Qin Mo's expression was devoid of emotion, resembling a statue. In an instant, he channeled the remaining 40% of the power from the "Clavicle Claw" within his body to a specific point.

Moreover, Zhao Yongquan's mastery of true energy in his martial arts has reached the second level of warrior rank

Bang

Roaring madly, Zhao Yong's face was contorted, appearing frenzied, yet his eyes were filled with terror. In that moment, he seemed to see eight years ago, when a young child reached the ninth rank of martial apprentice, defeating more than ten guards from the Qin family's outer court, and he, Zhao Yong, was one of them at that time

It must be that I searched the mountains all night and have developed a delusion. I need to quickly report these matters to the Grand Elder and the Deputy Clan Leader

In an instant, the wide sleeves seemed to transform into a spring, and Qin Mo leaped up, his right foot striking Zhao Yong's face with lightning speed

Sigh ... ...

Feeling the abundant true energy surging within, Qin Mo shook his arms, not to break free from the restraints, but instead infused the true energy into his sleeves. Suddenly, the openings of the cuffs enveloped Zhao Yong's hands, and with a fierce pull, he yanked them.

Suddenly, Zhao Yong violently shook his arms, using all his strength to shatter the sleeves that bound his hands. He leaped up and dashed out of the crowd, fleeing deep into the woods

Suddenly, a faint sound emanated from within Qin Mo, resembling the cracking of an eggshell, while at the same time, a gentle breeze surged forth from his body

Has it been broken through

As he thought of leaving, the young man looked at him with a gaze that made Elder Rong feel an inexplicable sense of oppression, even stronger than the pressure he felt when facing the clan's grand elder.

"Young Master Mo, it's dangerous!" Uncle Le's expression changed suddenly; everything happened too quickly. He was more than ten meters away from Qin Mo, and there was no time to provide assistance.

Heavy rain shatters rocks

"As it should be, as it should be," Deacon Rong replied repeatedly, turning to leave first

A crisp sound rang out, and those present only saw Zhao Yong's body tremble slightly, his grasp unexpectedly missing its target, while Qin Mo unleashed seven punches, retreating seven steps and creating distance.

How is this possible? Zhao Yong's eyes widened in disbelief

You traitor of the Qin family, having committed such an act of treachery, do you still wish to escape

Zhao Yong swiftly reached out with one hand, and his palm seemed to continuously enlarge as it moved towards Qin Mo

Zhao Yong, you have plotted against Young Master Mo, quickly surrender and your family may consider leniency in your punishment

With such strength, yet willingly content to be a guard at an external institution, Uncle Le has already concluded that the assailant who attempted to assassinate Qin Mo must undoubtedly be Zhao Yong.

As Qin Mo tucked the treasure pouch into his bosom, a fleeting, barely perceptible look of pain crossed the eyes of the steward Rong beside him

"Zhao Guardian, it seems you are merely skilled in superficial displays. No wonder you plotted against me at North Cliff, allowing me to survive unscathed," Qin Mo said淡淡.

From these two punches, Uncle Le recognized that this was the "Thunder Fist", a martial art of the intermediate level among ordinary skills

The sound of clapping or applause

Zhao Yong let out a sudden roar, his scarred face flushed with blood, contorted in a fierce grimace. His arms bulged with muscles like coiled dragons, and in an instant, he unleashed two punches. The wind from his fists howled, and a sound akin to thunder crackled in the air, striking towards Uncle Le like a bolt of lightning

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yong, who was fleeing, let out a terrible scream, his body flying forward for more than ten meters before collapsing to the ground, completely silent

The martial arts proficiency of a second-degree warrior is already comparable to that of Uncle Le.

Click, click

Qin Mo stepped forward, simultaneously striking with both fists, executing the final move of the basic boxing technique, which directly slammed into Zhao Yong's palms.

You little rascal

Qin Mo smiled and said, "Since I have returned safely, retrieved my mother's belongings, and broken through the long-stagnant realm, what need is there to pursue other matters further"

In Fen Town, martial arts of the intermediate level and above, as well as higher-level spiritual martial arts, can only be accessed by the core descendants of the three major families

In an instant, a clearing appeared in the center of the crowd, with only Zhao Yong and Qin Mo standing there

Immediately following this, everyone's movements slowed down, and Zhao Yong's speed in grasping with both palms changed from swift to ordinary, allowing the trajectory of the movement to be clearly visible

Among the inner courtyard guards, the strongest is merely at the ninth rank of martial apprentices. If one can break through and reach the warrior realm, they would leap to become a senior inner courtyard guard or steward of the Qin family, receiving significant attention from the family.

"Thunder Fist!" Uncle Le's expression changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in shock

Uncle Le merely chuckled coldly, remaining silent.