49: Chapter 49 Kill Another Person

The Lieutenant named Zhao Lie was also stunned for a second, then his expression turned grave.

He began to size up the young man in front of him once more.

"Interesting."

He took a step forward, releasing an aura of Rank Two, Tier Five.

"To be able to take down this group of boys in my squad with just one hand, your strength is not bad!"

"Which school are you from? State your name."

Lin Mo looked at him.

"A dead man doesn't need to know so much!"

Zhao Lie laughed.

He had actually been threatened by a student.

Calling him a dead man?

Did this kid actually want to kill someone?

Besides, could he really be killed by a teenager?

"You do have some skill to be able to beat these losers."

"However, that is as far as it goes; you have no idea how vast the gap between Rank One and Rank Two is!"

Zhao Lie said slowly.

Lin Mo did not speak.

Zhao Lie assumed he was afraid and sneered: "Fine, today I will have someone teach you a lesson. Old Du, give this kid a lesson!"

After he finished speaking, an old soldier stepped out from beside Zhao Lie—it was the very man who had injured Old Hei earlier.

The man called Old Du sneered: "Come on, kid, let me see what you're capable of—"

Before he could finish, he froze.

Because Lin Mo had already appeared in front of him.

Fast.

Too fast.

So fast that his eyes couldn't keep up at all.

The old soldier's pupils contracted violently, and he instinctively threw a punch to block—

Too late.

Lin Mo slammed a fist into his face.

"Bang!"

The old soldier was like a person hit by a truck; his feet left the ground as he flew backward!

He flew seven or eight meters, smashed into the training ground's fence, bending the iron bars, then rolled onto the ground with half his face smashed in, instantly knocked unconscious.

"Holy crap—!"

The crowd of onlookers erupted.

"One punch?! Another one-shot kill with just one punch?!"

"That's a Rank Two veteran!!"

"Even a veteran is no match for this guy? Just how strong is he!"

The remaining two veterans' faces changed drastically, and they attacked simultaneously!

The one on the left threw a punch at Lin Mo's face, while the one on the right swept a leg at his lower body!

Lin Mo did not dodge.

He simply raised his hand.

He struck after them but landed first.

A fist smashed into the face of the man on the left. The man's nasal bone collapsed instantly, his whole body spun around twice in place, and he fell to the ground.

A kick landed on the knee of the man on the right. With a crunch, the leg bent at a gruesome angle, and the man collapsed, screaming.

Two moves.

One punch, one kick!

Two Rank Two veterans, both down.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

After several seconds, someone finally squeezed out a few words with difficulty:

"Three... three Rank Two veterans, all taken out in seconds?"

"It didn't even take five seconds total..."

"What the hell kind of monster is this?!"

The man named Zhao Lie stood in place, his expression completely changed.

He was the leader of this group, at the peak of Rank Two, Tier Five, and would soon be stepping into Rank Two, Tier Six. He thought that even if his subordinates couldn't win, they could at least hold out for a few moves.

But what happened?

Three men, less than five seconds total, all down.

Zhao Lie looked at Lin Mo, a look of gravity appearing in his eyes for the first time.

But he quickly suppressed it. What was there to fear? He was at the peak of Rank Two, Tier Five, and his real combat power was not even matched by half of those at Rank Two, Tier Six; he was much stronger than those three.

Zhao Lie loosened his shoulders, his bones cracking.

"Kid, you really do have some skill, but today, you're a dead man."

Lin Mo looked at him.

Suddenly, he asked: "Are you the leader?"

Zhao Lie paused: "What?"

"Did you order this group of people?"

Lin Mo pointed at the three veterans on the ground.

Zhao Lie sneered: "So what if I did? Want to take revenge on me?"

Lin Mo nodded and didn't speak again.

Then, in the shocked gaze of everyone, he said slowly:

"Pick up your weapon!"

Seeing this, Zhao Lie shouted sternly:

"Kid? What are you trying to do? Want to cross swords with me?!"

Lin Mo said indifferently:

"I said just now, you will definitely die today!"

Zhao Lie's pupils shrank. Looking at Lin Mo's calm expression, he finally realized that this student in front of him really intended to kill!

"Fine, I'll chop you down today!"

With that, Zhao Lie drew his long blade, his figure flashed, and he lunged forward instantly, aiming straight for Lin Mo's neck!

The strike was fast and ruthless, causing the onlookers to gasp.

These students had thought it was just a normal, minor friction.

In the past, such small conflicts were not uncommon in the military.

But generally, both sides would control themselves, using at most fists and feet for a contest.

Today was different, however; it had reached the point of drawing weapons, with both sides using arms.

This was no small matter!

Using weapons, one careless move could result in death.

Everyone's hearts tightened severely.

They looked at Lin Mo one after another, worrying for this student who was about their age.

However, the next moment!

Everyone was stunned.

The scene of bloodshed they imagined did not appear.

Because that blade... stopped.

Zhao Lie was also stunned.

Because he discovered that his blade was being clamped by two fingers.

Two fingers.

Just like that, clamped in mid-air, without moving an inch.

"This... how is this possible?!"

"Two fingers?!"

"Clamped my blade?!"

"Is this kid a monster?!"

Zhao Lie tried desperately to pull his blade back, but it was as if the blade was welded between Lin Mo's fingers; he couldn't pull it out at all.

Fear finally appeared on his face.

Lin Mo looked at him, his eyes still very calm.

Then he moved.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade flew out of Zhao Lie's hand, spun in the air, and the hilt landed in Lin Mo's palm.

Before Zhao Lie could react, a flash of the blade had already passed.

"Swish—"

A human head soared into the sky.

Blood sprayed from the neck cavity like a fountain, splashing more than a meter high.

The head spun twice in the air, landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped at Sun Hu's feet.

The eyes were still open, the mouth was still agape, and the face still held the terror from before death.

Zhao Lie's headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

Hundreds of people stood motionless, as if they had been paralyzed by a pressure point.

Only the "hissing" sound of spurting blood was particularly jarring in the silence.

[Ding! Killed Rank Two, Tier Five Awakener Zhao Lie, gained +120 slaughter value]

The system's notification echoed in Lin Mo's mind.

120!

Equivalent to the slaughter value of an ordinary Shadow Leopard.

But in reality, the slaughter value for killing Zhao Lie was more than that of killing a Rank Two Shadow Leopard.

Because when Lin Mo killed the Shadow Leopard yesterday, he was only Rank Two, Tier One, and received an extra bonus, whereas there was no bonus for killing Zhao Lie this time.

Lin Mo lowered his eyes, looking at the blood still dripping from the blade, his face tranquil as an ancient well.

It was as if what he had just killed was merely a ferocious beast...

Sun Hu lowered his head, looking at the head at his feet.

Zhao Lie's eyes were fixed on him, staring in death.

His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees directly.

Not kneeling, but collapsing.

His whole body seemed to have had its bones removed, sagging on the ground, trembling like a sieve.

Immediately after, a pungent smell of urine drifted from his crotch—

This kid had actually been scared into wetting himself.

The three veterans, one embedded in the fence and unconscious, one lying on the ground covered in blood, and one holding his broken leg and screaming. But at this moment, even the one screaming dared not make a sound, covering his mouth tightly, trembling all over.

The few students who had attacked earlier all had pale faces, their legs shaking, and a few fell straight onto their butts.

The crowd of onlookers finally erupted.

"He... he killed someone!!"

"He killed Zhao Lie! He cut his head off!"

"My god... my god..."

Some screamed, some retched, some covered their eyes, not daring to look.

But more people were frozen in place, their minds blank.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen dead people.

This was the frontline, and people died every day.

But those were killed by ferocious beasts.

This was human killing human.

And it was a public beheading.

A nineteen-year-old student, cutting off a Lieutenant veteran's head with a single blade, without even blinking.

What the hell kind of person was this? To be this ruthless?

On the outskirts of the crowd, Li Chengxi, with Uncle Zheng and several guards, had been preparing to watch a good show, but now, he was dumbfounded.