120: Chapter 120 Junior Flag Officer

Snow on the wall fell to the ground with a rustle, some of it slipping into his collar.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Chen Mo pulled back his fist and stood in place, steam still rising from his body.

"Three steps?" Chen Mo asked.

Armament Three shook his numbed arm, his expression quite colorful.

That punch just now was heavy and fierce, its power penetrating to the bone; it definitely wasn't something an ordinary Bone Forging realm artist could throw.

"The foundation of the Four Limit Realms is indeed solid." Armament Three took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and Qi. "With this brute strength alone, even an ordinary person at Body Tempering Major Achievement might not be able to withstand it."

He thought this was Chen Mo's trump card.

Natural Divine Power combined with External Cultivation.

"However," Armament Three unbuttoned his collar, his gaze turning serious, "I was careless just now. Since you want to be this sharp blade, brute strength alone isn't enough. Draw your saber."

Clang!

The long saber at his waist was unsheathed.

Armament Three's Aura changed. If he was a stone before, he was now a sharpened dagger—cold and keen.

"I use a blade too." A short blade appeared in Armament Three's hand, held in a reverse grip. "Be careful, I won't hold back this time."

Chen Mo nodded.

He also wanted to see where his current limits lay.

His right hand gripped the hilt.

In that instant, the wind in the courtyard seemed to stop.

An oppressive Aura emanated from Chen Mo.

Armament Three's pupils constricted slightly.

Momentum?

This kid actually developed Momentum?

Before he could finish being surprised, Chen Mo's saber had already arrived.

Fierce Wind Saber Technique.

But in Chen Mo's hands, this common saber technique felt completely different.

The saber light was like a waterfall, continuous and unending. Every strike carried a ferocity that seemed to split the air.

Even more terrifying was that sense of oppression.

Armament Three felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff with howling winds, liable to be blown off at any moment.

This was "Saber Intent."

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of dense metallic clashes rang out.

The short blade in Armament Three's hand danced into a blur of light as he desperately parried. He had originally wanted to counterattack and win through technique, but in the face of such absolute suppression, any fancy tricks appeared pale and powerless.

He could only retreat.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The more Armament Three fought, the more alarmed he became.

This wasn't just Saber Intent.

There was something else attached to Chen Mo's saber.

Heaviness.

Every strike that came down felt like a mountain pressing down. This was the body control brought by reaching Perfection in the Hunyuan Iron Cloth Skill, perfectly fusing his entire body's weight and power into the saber technique.

Double Momentum!

"Is this kid a monster?" Armament Three cursed inwardly.

For an ordinary Martial Artist, comprehending even one type of Momentum was a blessing from the heavens. This kid could actually fuse Physical Body strength with the saber technique's Concept, creating this kind of unreasonable suppression.

"Stop! Stop!"

Armament Three didn't want to fight anymore. If they continued, his old bones would surely fall apart.

But Chen Mo was in the zone.

He felt the heat surging within him, and something in his mind seemed ready to break out of its shell.

It was something he had realized while practicing the Five Animal Frolics countless times in the snow, visualizing the tiger, deer, bear, ape, and bird.

Wildness.

A pure, primal instinct for slaughter.

"Take another strike from me!"

Chen Mo gave a low growl.

This strike was no longer simply fast or simply heavy.

As the blade sliced through the air, it actually let out a low hum similar to a tiger's roar.

The saber light became elusive, like a beast hunting in the jungle—both ferocious and brutal, yet agile and cunning.

Third Level Intent!

Armament Three's scalp felt like it was about to explode.

He felt as if he were being watched by an ancient Vicious Beast; all the hairs on his body stood on end.

Unstoppable!

Absolutely unstoppable!

In a life-or-death moment, Armament Three exploded with all his potential. He desperately raised his short blade to block, while simultaneously letting his body fall backward to try and dissipate the terrifying force.

Boom!

Snow flew everywhere.

A large crater appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

Armament Three was slammed into a snowdrift, with only his feet sticking out and twitching.

Chen Mo maintained his slashing posture, panting heavily.

The long saber in his hand had chipped because it couldn't withstand the immense force.

After a long while.

The snowdrift moved.

Armament Three crawled out, covered in dirt and snow.

He spat out the mud and snow from his mouth, looking at Chen Mo as if he were looking at a demon in human skin.

"Tr... Third Level Intent?"

Armament Three's voice was trembling.

He had been with the Ye Family for many years and had seen countless Geniuses.

Those noble children in the White Jade Capital, soaked in medicinal baths from childhood, guided by famous masters, and eating Spirit Pills like candy—few of them could comprehend Third Level Intent before the Tongmai Realm.

And what about this Chen Mo before him?

A commoner by birth.

No famous masters, no resources.

He didn't even have a decent Cultivation Technique.

Relying only on a ragged Fierce Wind Saber Technique and a common Hunyuan Iron Cloth Skill.

In less than a year.

He self-realized Third Level Intent.

What kind of freaking Comprehension Ability is this?

A figure suddenly popped into Armament Three's mind.

It was Ye Zhiqiu's father, the Old General who once shook the borders and struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.

When the Old General was young, he was just as unreasonable, just as much of a... Prodigy.

"No wonder..."

Armament Three muttered to himself.

No wonder the Young Miss, in a place like the White Jade Capital where people are eaten alive, was sidelined by the Family, suppressed by the side branches, and even had her Cultivation resources withheld, yet she still kept her eyes fixed on this barren land of Qingyang City.

She wasn't looking at the land; she was looking at the person.

Although the Ye Family was powerful in the White Jade Capital, it was riddled with internal factions. Ye Zhiqiu's lineage was sparsely populated; to make a comeback, money alone wasn't enough—they needed people.

They needed a ruthless person who could poke a hole in the heavens.

Chen Mo calmed his breathing and walked over to pull Armament Three up.

"Sorry, I didn't hold back enough." Chen Mo was a bit embarrassed.

That feeling just now was so wonderful, like opening a door to a new world; he couldn't help himself for a moment.

Armament Three brushed the snow off himself and looked at Chen Mo, his gaze extremely complex.

The previous contempt and testing had all vanished at this moment.

In its place was an equal, even somewhat awe-filled respect.

In this world, strength is the ultimate truth.

"Chen Mo."

This time, Armament Three didn't call him Head Constable Chen but addressed him by name, his tone solemn. "I have something to say, and you must take it to heart."

"Go ahead."

"Before stepping into the Tongmai Realm, don't use this Third Level Intent if you can help it."

"Why?"

"The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind." Armament Three lowered his voice. "If your talent reaches the White Jade Capital or if Liu Feng's group finds out, they will destroy you at any cost. Even the Young Miss might not be able to protect you right now."

Chen Mo nodded.

He understood this principle. Develop in secret, don't show off.

"Also."

Armament Three took a black iron token from his robe and handed it to Chen Mo.

The token was heavy, with the character "Ye" engraved on it, and the words "Banner Sergeant" on the back.

"This is the appointment document and token. In two days, report directly to the North Camp of the City Guard Department."

Armament Three pressed the token into Chen Mo's hand and gave him a deep look.

"In the future, if you encounter trouble you can't solve in the City Guard Department, you can come find me directly. Or... go directly to the Young Miss."

These words carried a lot of weight.

Before, Armament Three's attitude toward Chen Mo was that of a superior to a subordinate, an employer to a hired thug.

Now, it was that of an ally.