142: Chapter 142 Slaying

Azerbaijani own also fell silent.

After a long while, he said in a low voice: "We and he... are simply not on the same level."

Shen Zhihan did not speak.

She just looked at Lin Mo, the trace of pride that had originally remained in her eyes completely shattered.

As for Duan Qi, clutching his slashed shoulder and neck, for the first time, true terror appeared in his eyes.

Because he finally realized—what he was facing was not an ordinary prodigy who had been suppressed.

But a monster that could not be measured by common logic at all.

After Duan Qi's true form was forced out, the air in the entire circular clearing seemed to solidify.

The sense of oppression was more than a notch stronger than before.

But even so, Lin Mo still stood very steadily.

So steady that it was as if this battle had never been on the same level from the very beginning.

Duan Qi lowered his head, black blood dripping continuously from his shoulder and neck, his deep black vertical pupils staring fixedly at Lin Mo, his chest heaving noticeably.

He was panting.

This was an extremely rare sight for a Perfect Mimic.

"You..." His voice was deep, carrying uncontrollable shock and anger.

"What kind of monster are you exactly?"

Lin Mo did not answer, merely raising his blade, the tip pointing obliquely at the ground, his expression indifferent.

"You have one more chance to strike."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of Zhou Jingyue and the others trembled simultaneously.

Too arrogant.

Yet, strangely, no one felt he was putting on an act.

Because when Lin Mo said this, it really sounded like he was stating a result.

Duan Qi's eyes instantly turned gloomy to the extreme.

"Seeking death!"

The next instant, his true form shook violently, fine black veins erupting simultaneously across the bone armor on his limbs, and he rushed toward Lin Mo like a ferocious beast driven to a dead end.

Boom!

The ground was shattered directly beneath his feet.

This time, he held nothing back, his claws tearing forward, black bone radiance like two intersecting scythes, fiercely twisting toward Lin Mo's neck and chest.

But Lin Mo still did not block head-on.

Instant Shadow.

His figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Duan Qi's strike missed, the black radiance sweeping across and directly slicing two stone pillars behind him into fragments.

Yet Lin Mo had already appeared above him to the right.

The blade light descended.

Duan Qi raised his arm to block.

Clang!!! A deafening collision sound exploded, sparks scattering in all directions.

But this time, after landing the blow, Lin Mo did not retreat immediately; instead, he tapped his toes, used the force to leap up, and struck again with a backhand slash.

The momentum of the blade was absurdly coherent.

Just as Duan Qi finished blocking the first strike, the second had already cleaved into his side.

Pfft!

The black armor split open.

Duan Qi roared and reached back to grab at Lin Mo's shoulder.

Lin Mo used Instant Shadow to dodge again, appearing behind him, the blade edge slicing a long wound along his spine.

"Roar—!" Duan Qi finally lost control completely, black mist erupting crazily from within his body, attempting to cover the entire surrounding space.

"Don't hide!" He roared.

"If you have the guts, take one of my attacks head-on!"

Lin Mo looked at him, his eyes without the slightest ripple.

"You are not worthy."

The next second, Lin Mo's figure vanished again.

Instant Shadow.

Reappearing.

This time, he did not come from the side or from behind, but appeared directly in front of Duan Qi, so close it was almost face-to-face.

Duan Qi's pupils constricted violently.

He didn't even have time to be surprised before Lin Mo's blade slashed up from an extremely tricky angle.

Not at the head, not at the neck.

But slicing obliquely across the thinnest connection point between his chest/abdomen and shoulder bone.

That was the position where a Perfect Mimic's true form defense was hardest to maintain.

Pfft!

Black blood spurted out.

Duan Qi's movements suddenly stiffened.

Lin Mo flipped his wrist, and the second strike followed closely, directly hitting the same spot.

Crack!

The bone armor shattered.

The third strike.

The fourth strike.

Four consecutive strikes, almost along the same opening, continuously enlarging the wound.

Duan Qi wanted to retreat, but Lin Mo's Instant Shadow had already cut off all his retreat paths.

Every step he took back, Lin Mo was one step faster.

Every time he tried to raise his arm to counterattack, Lin Mo's blade had already landed in his most uncomfortable spot a step earlier.

"This is impossible..." True horror finally emerged in Duan Qi's eyes.

"How can you be this fast... Under the secret realm's suppression, it is impossible for you to have this kind of speed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people in the distance, Zhou Jingyue and the others, were completely stunned.

Only now did they truly realize that Duan Qi was not exaggerating.

It was truly incomprehensible.

Because the combat rhythm Lin Mo was displaying now had completely exceeded the scope that the term "same rank" could explain.

Zhou Jingyue gripped his sword, his knuckles turning white.

"How... exactly did he do that?"

Azerbaijani own was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled.

"It's not about how he did it. It's that we never understood him from the very beginning."

Shen Zhihan did not speak.

She just stared at Lin Mo in the center of the battlefield, the tremor in her eyes no longer as simple as mere shock.

It was more like a state of bewilderment after her perception had been completely crushed.

Duan Qi also finally realized that he could not turn the tables by brute force.

He looked up suddenly, as if wanting to make one last stand.

But Lin Mo was faster than him.

Instant Shadow.

This time, Lin Mo appeared above him from behind, the blade inverted, the cyan-gold blade radiance plummeting down like a bolt of cold lightning.

Duan Qi turned in a panic to block.

But it was already too late.

Boom!!! A loud noise exploded.

Duan Qi was directly cleaved into the ground by this strike, the stone slabs beneath his knees shattering with a boom, cracks spreading crazily across his bone armor from shoulder to waist.

"Crack—" A crisp, ear-piercing shattering sound rang out.

The Perfect Mimic's true form finally could not hold on any longer.

Duan Qi spat out a mouthful of black blood, the bone armor on his body peeling off inch by inch, several cracks exploding on his back, and he fell to one knee on the ground, his aura suddenly withering away.

The whole scene was silent.

Even the group of Mimics seemed to be stunned for a moment by the aura here.

Gu Changchuan stood at the back, his eyes full of irrepressible shock.

He had thought Lin Mo would win.

But he hadn't expected it to be so clean.

So thorough.

Duan Qi raised his head, and for the first time, obvious fear appeared in his eyes.

"Impossible... Have you really been suppressed by the secret realm... If you were suppressed, why are you still this strong?"

Lin Mo looked down at him, his gaze cold and indifferent.

"You guessed two things wrong."

"First, whether I have been suppressed or not does not require your judgment."

"Second—" Lin Mo turned his wrist slightly, the longyuan blade held horizontally at his side, the blade's cold light menacing.

"You shouldn't have used me to test your trump card."

As his voice fell, Lin Mo took a step forward.

Instant Shadow.

The final flash.

Duan Qi only had time to look up before his vision was completely covered by a sheet of cyan-gold blade light.

Pfft—!

Fresh blood splattered.

Duan Qi's true form shook violently, the bone armor on his chest exploding completely, and he was sent flying by this strike, slamming heavily into the remains of the stone stele, black blood slowly seeping along the cracks.

The entire circular clearing was terrifyingly quiet for a moment.

Only the black mist continued to churn, like some kind of out-of-control heartbeat, still pulsating deep underground.

A system notification rang in his ear.

[Ding~ Killed a Tier 5 mid-stage Mimic, slaughter value + 12000.]