"You are seeking death!"
The old man glared at Chen Mo, his rage consuming his reason. He couldn't fathom how Chen Mo had so easily slapped him, a martial artist, and how formidable his strength must be.
The old man threw a punch towards Chen Mo's chest. He poured all his strength into this single blow, determined to finish Chen Mo and make him realize the severe consequences of offending a martial artist.
However, just as the old man's fist was about to connect with Chen Mo, Chen Mo casually extended his palm and caught the punch.
In that instant, shock registered on the old man's face. He had never expected his full-power strike to be so effortlessly caught by Chen Mo!
"If you want to harm me, it is you who is seeking death," Chen Mo stated calmly.
The old man's face contorted with panic as he tried to yank his hand back. To his astonishment, he discovered that Chen Mo's wrist was like a vise; he couldn't break free.
"Crack!"
Chen Mo's wrist tightened, and the sound of bone snapping echoed through the hall.
"Ah!"
The old man's scream reverberated throughout the hall. When Chen Mo released his grip, the old man stumbled back, looking at Chen Mo with abject fear.
"Kid, who... who exactly are you?" the old man asked, his voice trembling. He could now feel an intense sense of danger emanating from Chen Mo.
"You are not qualified to know my identity," Chen Mo replied indifferently.
"Elder Gong, can't you even handle a mere kid? Are you getting old and past your prime?" the middle-aged man taunted.
"Mr. Lin, this kid is rather peculiar. I believe the three of us must join forces," the old man said with a grave expression.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered, "A kid requires all three of us to act? If this gets out, how will we ever show our faces again? I can handle him myself."
With that, the middle-aged man sheathed his dagger and charged towards Chen Mo.
"Mr. Lin!" the old man urgently warned.
However, it was already too late. Before the middle-aged man could even touch Chen Mo, Chen Mo raised his leg and delivered a kick directly to the man's abdomen. The speed was such that the middle-aged man couldn't even discern how Chen Mo had moved; he felt as if he had been hit by a car, sent flying through the air.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man slammed into the wall behind him, his momentum finally halted. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing became labored. It felt as if his internal organs had shifted from that single kick.
"I told you we needed to join forces, but you wouldn't listen!" the old man said, looking at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was also bewildered. He couldn't believe how quickly his arrogance had backfired, and how formidable Chen Mo was! This defied all logic.
Chen Mo's gaze shifted to the old man. Feeling Chen Mo's stare, the old man instinctively took two steps back.
At this moment, another old man narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. He glanced at the injured middle-aged man and asked, "Mr. Lin, can you still fight?"
"Yes," the middle-aged man replied, struggling to stand.
"Let's join forces. This child cannot be allowed to live."
Immediately, the three figures charged towards Chen Mo simultaneously. But how could they possibly be Chen Mo's match?
Chen Mo took a step forward and delivered three consecutive punches to the three men. The three figures were sent reeling backward. Their chests bore a distinct indentation, clearly indicating that their ribs had been broken by Chen Mo's punches.
"You... who exactly are you!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, his face etched with terror as he pointed at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo looked down at the three with disdain. "I told you, you are not qualified to know my identity."
The middle old man heard this and his expression became extremely solemn. Finally, with a sense of unwillingness, he cupped his hands towards Chen Mo and said, "Esteemed sir, we apologize for our earlier transgressions. We shall take our leave now."
With that, the old man turned to depart. The other two quickly followed, both understanding that with Chen Mo present, their plan for the day had utterly failed.
"Stop," Chen Mo's voice suddenly rang out again.
Hearing this, the men halted. The old man's expression turned grim, but he managed a smile and asked, "Sir, do you have any further instructions?"
"Did I say you could leave?" Chen Mo asked coldly.
The middle-aged man spoke up, "Esteemed sir, we've already explained this was a misunderstanding. We are leaving now."
Chen Mo chuckled mockingly. "Oh? So if I were to kill you, I could also claim it was a misunderstanding, couldn't I?"
"You!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Mo in fury.
"Kid, offending three of our factions is hardly a wise move," the old man said sternly.
"So what if I have offended you? You are merely a group of ants," Chen Mo said, glancing at them with contempt.
"Kid, don't be so arrogant," the old man with the broken hand roared.
Chen Mo walked slowly towards the three men. Seeing Chen Mo approach, their expressions all changed.
"Kid, we are..." Before the old man could finish speaking, "Slap, slap, slap!" Three consecutive slaps landed on their faces. Chen Mo showed no mercy this time, nor did he care that they were elders. Instantly, the faces of all three were mangled, bleeding profusely.
"You, you!"
"Bang!"
Seeing the middle old man still trying to speak, Chen Mo raised his leg and kicked him in the abdomen. The old man immediately fell to his knees, his body sliding more than ten meters. The remaining two looked on to see the old man kneeling on the ground, his face deathly pale, his entire body trembling.
"You... you crippled my Qi Sea!" the old man managed to utter with all his might.
"Thud!"
The middle-aged man's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto his knees. "Sir, please spare our lives!" the middle-aged man pleaded, completely terrified. Crippling a martial artist's Qi Sea meant they would be rendered useless for the rest of their lives! The old man with the broken hand also knelt on the ground.
"I might spare you," Chen Mo said indifferently.
"Really?!" the old man exclaimed, looking at Chen Mo in disbelief.
"Of course," Chen Mo nodded. He then pointed to Qi Yuan Mountain's body and added, "When he can forgive you, I will spare you."
"What!"
Both men were stunned. How could a dead person speak?
"Can't do it? Then don't blame me for being ruthless." Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Bang!"
Chen Mo raised his leg and kicked the middle-aged man in the abdomen. Then, with another kick, he struck the old man's abdomen. In an instant, all three clutched their stomachs, collapsing to the ground in agony. They were all martial artists! Having finally cultivated their Qi Seas, they were just one step away from reaching the Grandmaster realm. But they never imagined that their momentary greed would render all three of them crippled.