141: Chapter 141 You weren't suppressed?

Lin Mo took a step forward.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet cracked directly from the impact.

Immediately after, he raised his blade for a second strike.

This time, the blade's momentum was even fiercer than before.

A phantom of a thunder dragon emerged behind the blade, its low roar making the very air tremble.

He retreated rapidly, black mist quickly condensing into layers of defense in front of him.

But Lin Mo's strike gave him absolutely no chance to retreat.

Boom—!!!

The cyan-gold thunder dragon crashed directly into the black mist barrier. The formation patterns around the entire sealing stele flickered wildly from the shock, the ground cracked over a large area, and gravel flew everywhere.

Duan Qi's defenses shattered layer by layer. He was forcibly blown away by the thunderous force, his black robe torn in several places.

"Cough..."

When Duan Qi landed, for the first time, he let out a muffled groan he couldn't suppress.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Zhou Jingyue stood where he was, his mouth slightly open, as if he had forgotten how to speak.

Azerbaijani own took a sharp breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, unable to squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

"He... injured Duan Qi?"

Shen Zhihan stared blankly at Lin Mo, the shock in her eyes nearly overflowing.

Just a moment ago, the three of them had joined forces and were being crushed by Duan Qi.

But the moment Lin Mo made a move, the situation changed instantly.

It was a complete, overwhelming reversal.

"You were... fighting something like this just now?" A young junior couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

His tone was filled with a nearly dazed sense of awe.

On the other side, Gu Changchuan finally revealed obvious shock.

He had originally known Lin Mo was strong.

But to be strong to this extent still exceeded his expectations.

Duan Qi slowly raised his hand, wiping away the dark stain from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming extremely dangerous.

"You are not an ordinary Awakener."

Lin Mo looked at him, his expression indifferent.

"You're only realizing that now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people nearby almost lost their footing.

Too arrogant.

Yet, no one felt he was bragging.

Because the facts were right before their eyes.

Lin Mo stood there, his blade hanging down, the thunderous intent behind him yet to dissipate; he looked like a god of slaughter who had just been unsheathed.

Duan Qi stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Interesting."

"No wonder Cao Shen mentioned you specifically."

This sentence made Gu Changchuan frown sharply.

"Cao Shen mentioned him?"

Duan Qi didn't answer; instead, the black mist on his body began to rise slowly.

Clearly, he was getting serious.

But Lin Mo's gaze was even colder than his.

"It doesn't matter whether he mentioned me or not."

"You aren't leaving today."

The moment his voice fell, Lin Mo stomped his foot, and his figure disappeared again.

This time, even Zhou Jingyue didn't see how he moved.

A cyan-gold flash of lightning suddenly exploded in the center of the clearing. Lin Mo had already closed in on Duan Qi, his blade cutting in from an extremely tricky angle.

Duan Qi crossed his arms to block.

Boom!!!

Under the loud noise, he was forced back again.

And this time, Lin Mo didn't give him any time to catch his breath.

One strike after another.

Every strike landed with terrifying precision, all hitting the spots where Duan Qi's defenses were weakest, most uncomfortable, and where he couldn't leverage any force.

Duan Qi retreated repeatedly, his black robe torn, and for the first time, his movements showed obvious sluggishness.

Everyone around was stunned.

Not just because Lin Mo was strong.

But because he was outrageously strong.

Strong enough that it looked like he was using Duan Qi to practice his blade work.

Strong enough to tell everyone—

"The enemy you thought was insurmountable just now is nothing more than this in front of me."

However, at this moment, Duan Qi finally became completely enraged.

"Enough!"

He raised his hand abruptly, black mist surging. His aura instantly skyrocketed, and beneath his black robe, layers of twisted, bony structures bulged out frantically.

The next moment, his body expanded, twisted, and deformed violently.

The black robe burst apart.

A hideous and bizarre true form appeared before everyone.

It was not a human form.

It was the true combat form of the Perfect Mimic.

Bone armor wrapped around him in layers, sharp bone spurs protruded from his shoulders and back, his limbs and joints were twisted in reverse, and the mask-like shell on his head split open, revealing a deep black vertical pupil that was chillingly cold.

The surrounding air instantly became extremely oppressive.

"True form..." Zhou Jingyue's expression changed drastically.

"Is this the true form of the Perfect Mimic?"

Azerbaijani own's Adam's apple bobbed, his expression extremely grave.

"This aura... is a cut stronger than before."

After Duan Qi revealed his true form, the sense of oppression on him rose significantly.

But he didn't attack immediately; instead, he stared fixedly at Lin Mo, with obvious shock and suspicion appearing in his eyes for the first time.

"Something's wrong..."

"This isn't right."

His voice was low, as if he were questioning or talking to himself.

"Why are you so strong? Your cultivation is only at the late fourth stage; how can you be this strong?"

"Who on earth are you..."

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo, as if trying to find the answer on his face.

"Could it be? You haven't been suppressed by the secret realm at all!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Jingyue and Azerbaijani own were both stunned.

Shen Zhihan was also stunned.

Lin Mo stood there, his blade hanging down, his expression calm without the slightest ripple.

But it was precisely this calmness that made the shock in Duan Qi's heart grow heavier.

Because he couldn't figure it out.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Under the suppression of the secret realm, everyone's cultivation, spiritual power, and explosive power would be weakened.

Even a fifth-stage powerhouse would be suppressed to the early fourth stage or even lower upon entering.

Yet, the combat power Lin Mo displayed didn't look suppressed at all.

No.

It wasn't that it didn't look like it.

It was completely beyond the range of comprehension.

Duan Qi had originally thought that Lin Mo just had strange movement techniques and astonishing combat experience.

But now, he suddenly suspected an even more terrifying possibility—

Lin Mo had not been suppressed by the secret realm at all.

Otherwise, how could he still be suppressing him in this state?

"How on earth did you do it..." Duan Qi's voice changed for the first time, and genuine dread appeared on his face.

Lin Mo looked at him and spoke indifferently:

"Guess!"

As his voice fell, he disappeared again.

Instant Shadow.

This time, Lin Mo didn't give Duan Qi any more chance to catch his breath.

He flashed several times in succession, his figure constantly switching around Duan Qi, yet his blade momentum remained consistent, like an airtight net of death.

Duan Qi counterattacked frantically, black mist swirling and bone claws sweeping, trying to block Lin Mo's landing points.

But every time, he was one step too slow.

It was as if Lin Mo was toying with him.

Or as if he was dismantling all his confidence bit by bit.

Finally, when he flashed behind Duan Qi once more with Instant Shadow, Lin Mo slashed precisely at the junction of his neck and spine.

Pfft!

Black blood sprayed.

Duan Qi let out a sharp scream, his whole body lunging forward uncontrollably.

Lin Mo didn't stop.

Instant Shadow.

Flashing again.

This time, he appeared directly in front of Duan Qi and slashed horizontally.

Boom!

Duan Qi blocked hastily, but he was knocked flying by this strike, slamming heavily against the edge of the stele.

The bone armor on his body cracked in several places, and his true form began to tremble violently.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

No one spoke.

Everyone just stared blankly at Lin Mo.

Watching the man who, under the suppression of the secret realm, still beat the Perfect Mimic Duan Qi until he had to reveal his true form, and beat him until he doubted his own life.

Zhou Jingyue's throat felt dry, and it took a long time before he managed to spit out a sentence:

"How... is this guy so strong?"