207: Chapter 207 A Born Warrior

Kazama's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinheads.

He knew the power and sharpness of this strike better than anyone; it was a specially-made alloy blade that could easily pierce through steel plates!

But now, it was actually stopped dead by Lin Mo's bare palm?

"You're looking for death!"

Kazama was, after all, a top assassin of the Shenfeng Bureau. Since he couldn't pull his blade out with his right hand, he simply abandoned it!

He used the momentum to sink his body, his left hand drawing a second short blade at some point. Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the dark, he lunged viciously toward the old wound under Lin Mo's ribs!

*Puchi!*

The extremely thin, cold-cyan blade pierced accurately into Lin Mo's flesh.

Having landed the blow, Kazama didn't linger. He kicked off the platform, turning into a blurred shadow as he retreated several yards, instantly opening up a safe distance.

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo, the fear in his eyes completely vanishing, replaced by a cruel, hideous grin.

"It's over."

Kazama slowly stood up straight and licked the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth.

"You truly are a monster, but you shouldn't have taken my blade head-on. The Green-Scaled Snake Venom seeps into the bones upon contact with blood. In three seconds, your blood will turn into black sludge, and your heart will burst in extreme agony!"

He held up three fingers, his tone filled with condescending mockery.

"Three."

"Two."

"One... now die!"

Kazama clenched his fist, waiting to enjoy the sight of Lin Mo collapsing miserably.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

The cold wind on the Bone Platform continued to blow.

The grin on Kazama's face gradually froze, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Because Lin Mo, standing opposite him, had not only failed to collapse, but even his breathing rhythm hadn't faltered in the slightest.

Lin Mo slowly lowered his head and glanced at the short blade stuck in his ribs.

Then, a scene that made everyone's scalp tingle occurred.

The cold-cyan venomous blade was actually turning red at a visible speed!

It wasn't stained red by blood, but was being scorched red by some terrifyingly high temperature!

What flowed within Lin Mo's body was no longer normal blood; it was dark-gold vital energy and blood, as violent as lava after the Fusion with the dragon marrow fire seed! The supposedly incurable Green-Scaled Snake Venom didn't even have the right to enter Lin Mo's blood vessels; it was incinerated directly at the wound into nauseating white smoke!

Lin Mo reached out with two fingers and pinched the glowing red blade.

With a *kacha* sound.

The well-tempered Japanese short blade was actually snapped in two by his two fingers!

He casually tossed the broken blade onto the ground and lifted his eyelids, his eyes—with dark-gold dragon patterns dancing deep within the pupils—locking onto Kazama.

"You call this... poison?"

Boom!

The moment Lin Mo's voice fell, the dark-gold Bone Platform beneath his feet let out an overburdened explosion!

Without using any sophisticated movement techniques, relying only on the most pure Physical Body explosive power, Lin Mo shot forward like a heavy artillery shell, smashing through the air and dragging a visible white sonic boom cloud behind him!

"Monster!!"

Kazama felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his hair standing on end. The sense of life-and-death crisis forced a shrill cry from him.

"Shenfeng: Shadowless!"

Without hesitation, he burned his essence blood, pushing his concealment technique to the limit, instantly turning into seven or eight afterimages as he fled frantically in all directions.

"Running?"

Lin Mo's violent voice exploded in mid-air.

He didn't distinguish between real and fake, nor did he look for flaws. He simply raised his right fist and punched toward the area where Kazama's afterimages were most concentrated!

Rumble—!

The air in the sky seemed to be blown apart by this punch! A violent wave of dark-gold Qi swept out in a fan shape; those afterimages didn't even last a second before bursting like bubbles!

*Puff!*

Kazama's true body was shaken out of the Void Realm, coughing up a large mouthful of blood with a face full of disbelief.

Before he could even land, a large, blood-stained hand tore through the sound barrier and grabbed his face!

Five fingers tightened like steel bars, making his facial bones creak and crack!

"Aaaaaah!"

Kazama let out a non-human scream, the fear of death driving him completely insane.

From somewhere, he pulled out two more poisoned short spikes and stabbed frantically at Lin Mo's arms and chest!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The short spikes, which could cut through iron like butter, struck Lin Mo's body and produced a tooth-aching metallic clashing sound! They could only leave white marks on Lin Mo's dark-gold skin, unable to even pierce the surface!

Was this even a human Physical Body?!

Lin Mo's gaze was cold as ice. He ignored the frantic struggling, merely holding the man's face with one hand and lifting him into the air.

Then, Lin Mo turned his head and looked toward the top of the cliff.

He looked at Yuan Zhenyi, whose expression had darkened completely.

"Didn't you all like testing me?"

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed across the entire altar.

"Then, look closely!"

Before his voice faded, Lin Mo's left hand suddenly grabbed Kazama's right arm—the one that had held the blade—and yanked it outward.

*Riiip—*

The hair-raising sound of tearing flesh echoed through the area!

Kazama's entire right arm, along with a small portion of his shoulder, was actually torn off by Lin Mo! A rain of blood exploded like a fountain!

"Aaaaargh!!!"

Amidst Kazama's heart-rending screams, Lin Mo's expression didn't waver in the slightest. He tossed the severed arm aside, raised his right leg, and his knee—like a heavy rocket launching—slammed into Kazama's chest with a violent dark-gold Qi current!

Bang!!!

A dull, heavy thud.

Kazama's sternum instantly collapsed into a terrifying pit. The black armor on his back shattered, and several broken ribs, along with fragments of internal organs, pierced through his back!

He was like a ragdoll hit head-on by a high-speed train, slamming onto the Bone Platform with a boom and leaving a human-shaped crater in the hard dark-gold surface.

After a few twitches, he turned completely into a pile of bloody pulp.

Bright red blood instantly seeped into the Bone Platform.

The Dragon Pearl above the abyss let out an excited hum.

[The first battle concludes.]

[The winner holds the platform.]

Total silence.

Too brutal.

Too unreasonable.

This was absolute power crushing everything; this was taking the enemy's greatest pride and grinding it underfoot bit by bit!

Atop the cliff.

The hands of the Shenfeng Bureau members holding their blades were shaking—not with anger, but with fear.

As for the Head of External Affairs Division, Yuan Zhenyi, his usually elegant face was now twisted to the extreme.

He stared intently at the young man on the platform, who looked like a demon god bathed in blood, while the long blade at his waist vibrated uneasily.

"Hahahahaha—!"

A wild and hoarse laugh suddenly tore through the thick silence in the canyon.

Han Xiao spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Holding his notched war blade, he pointed at the cliff top and laughed uncontrollably, ignoring the pain it caused his severe chest injury:

"This is your Shenfeng Bureau's elite? This is the assassination you're so proud of?"

"A bathhouse lady uses more strength than him! Bringing some scrap metal up here for a massage and even coating it with some damn expired, low-quality poison—are you Japanese people too poor to afford proper gear?!"

Gu Yunting also couldn't help but grin with his blood-filled mouth, adding a cold remark:

"With just this much skill, you dare to try and be the mantis stalking the cicada? Do you really think you rats in the gutter can snatch an Opportunity from a true Dragon?"

These words were like loud slaps across the faces of everyone in the Shenfeng Bureau.

On the cliff top, the faces of the dozen or so black-clad experts turned ashen, their eyes burning with extreme humiliation and madness. The hilts of their blades creaked under their grip. Had there been no orders, they would likely have charged down recklessly.

But Yuan Zhenyi, standing at the front, did not give the order.

With a top elite of the External Affairs Division dead, the hypocritical mask on his face was finally torn away completely.

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo in the center of the Bone Platform below, whose breathing hadn't even faltered, a dangerous cold light swirling in his eyes.

Because he saw more than the others.

"Something's not right..."

Yuan Zhenyi took a deep breath, suppressing his fury, his voice as cold as a polar wind.

"Kazama's twin blades were forged from Sea Tower Alloy, yet this kid could withstand them with just his Physical Body and even snap the blades with his bare hands..."

Having said that, his gaze swept over Lin Mo's skin, which faintly shimmered with a dark-gold luster, and the blood at the wound that had sealed itself after barely flowing.

A thought that drove him mad with jealousy instantly pierced through his reason.

"The dragon remains treasure... He has already achieved Fusion with the core Opportunity of the dragon remains!"

Yuan Zhenyi spat out these words through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with greed and anger.

Just then, a visible wave of dark-gold Qi actually exploded from Lin Mo on the platform!

It was the ancient sacrificial power fed back to the winner by the Bone Platform after absorbing the loser's vital energy and blood!

This power was like a potent tonic, pouring directly into Lin Mo's body.

His flesh wounds began to heal at a visible speed. The vital energy and blood he had exhausted from successive bloody battles actually climbed back to a terrifying Peak within these ten short seconds!

Lin Mo tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes, enjoying the intoxicating popping sounds from deep within his bones.

When he opened his eyes again, the brutality and disdain in those dark-gold dragon pupils were completely unconcealed.

He raised the hand that had just crushed Kazama's skull and pointed it at Yuan Zhenyi on the cliff top.

Then, he flipped his wrist.

His index finger beckoned twice.

"Stop sending trash down here to die."

Lin Mo's voice carried a Soul-tearing arrogance.

"You, get your ass down here yourself!"

The air in the entire area seemed to ignite at this moment!

Provocation!

This was riding on the Shenfeng Bureau's neck and shitting on their Head of External Affairs Division's face in front of everyone!

"Baka!!!"

On the cliff top, an expert from the Shenfeng Bureau finally couldn't take it anymore. He drew his long blade and was about to jump down.

"Stand down!"

Yuan Zhenyi let out a sudden roar, and a tangible killing intent instantly enveloped the entire cliff top. He reached out and pressed his hand against the hilt of the long blade at his waist that he had never used.

*Shua—!*

The long blade was drawn half an inch, and a bone-chilling Spiritual Pressure, even carrying a thick scent of blood, erupted like a bursting dam!

The surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing in an instant, and even the rocks at the cliff's edge were coated in a layer of eerie white frost.

The whites of Yuan Zhenyi's eyes quickly became bloodshot, turning crimson like a completely enraged wolf.

"Brat of the East Continent, you have successfully enraged me."

Yuan Zhenyi took a step forward, his bones making a series of pops like roasting beans. The terrifying pressure surrounding him was unleashed without reservation, locking onto Lin Mo below.

"Since you've already absorbed the dragon remains Opportunity, I will personally cut you open inch by inch, drain your blood, and refine it!"

He gripped the hilt with his right hand and kicked off the edge of the cliff with his toes.

Boom!

The rocks at the cliff top instantly collapsed.

Yuan Zhenyi turned into a shrill white light tearing through the sky, heading straight for the second Bone Platform belonging to the Shenfeng Bureau with murderous fury!

However.

Just as Yuan Zhenyi's toes were less than five meters from the light barrier of the second Bone Platform, the very moment he was about to officially enter the stage—

"Rumble!!!"

An explosion ten times more violent than his, like the roar of a golden lion, thundered from the other side of the canyon like a strike from the Nine Heavens!

Then, a dazzling silver-gold light, carrying an air of absolute dominance and sanctity, arrived first despite starting later!

A silver-gold spear engraved with classical reliefs, like a meteorite from beyond the heavens, slammed into the center of the third Bone Platform before Yuan Zhenyi could land!

*Buzz—!!!*

The third Bone Platform erupted with a blinding rainbow of light, activating instantly!

The man who descended with it held the spear's shaft with one hand, his brilliant golden hair dancing wildly in the airwaves. With a haughty and cold gaze, he looked past Lin Mo and swept his eyes over Yuan Zhenyi, who had been interrupted and forced to land at the edge of the second Bone Platform.

Augustus.

Like a god descending to the mortal realm, carrying the arrogance of the Empire's finest, he forcefully intercepted!

The silver-gold airwaves swept out in all directions like a tsunami, forcing Yuan Zhenyi's blade momentum back half a step in mid-air.

Yuan Zhenyi's feet slammed onto the edge of the second Bone Platform, and he retreated three steps before steadying himself.

He jerked his head up, his crimson eyes staring fixedly at Augustus on the third Bone Platform, laughing in extreme anger:

"Augustus! Don't you West Federation people pride yourselves on being noble? Now you're going to act like wild dogs and come up here to snatch food?!"

Augustus pulled the silver-gold spear out from deep within the Bone Platform with one hand and gave it a casual flick, the tip letting out a clear dragon's roar.

He didn't even look directly at Yuan Zhenyi, merely glancing at him as if he were trash, a mocking sneer curling his lips.

"Snatching food? No, I just find you Japanese rats too much of an eyesore."

"Your low-life style of hiding in the shadows to poison and ambush people is simply a defilement of this battlefield."

At this point, Augustus turned his head, his eyes—as brilliant as a scorching sun—finally locking onto Lin Mo on the first Bone Platform.

In his eyes burned unconcealed feverish Battle Intent and greed.

"Lin Mo, I admit you've surprised me. This Physical Body of yours is even more perfect than our Holy Cross Legion's highest-tier 'Holy Baptism'!"

"Only a natural-born warrior like you is worthy of being my opponent!"