Brother, Do You Understand the Wisdom of Not Pursuing a Cornered Foe?

Brother, Do You Understand the Wisdom of Not Pursuing a Cornered Foe?

Brother, Do You Understand the Wisdom of Not Pursuing a Cornered Foe?

In the span of a few breaths, Lin Mo ambushed them from the side and rear, catching the two completely off guard. Who could have imagined that he could circle behind them so accurately?

"Pockmark!"

The gaunt man with the pointed face and monkey-like cheeks widened his eyes until the corners nearly split. Then he saw that figure retreat deep into the mist. After all that, he had not even caught a glimpse of Lin Mo's face.

Fixing his gaze on the direction the figure had fled, he inhaled and exhaled, and a foul wind suddenly rose from his palms.

With a sudden leap forward, he waved his hand, and even the white mist seemed to melt away, releasing a sizzling sound.

With his palms crossing, Lin Mo did not dare meet them with his fists or feet. He could only rely on his ability to see a hundred meters through the fog, retreating as he searched for an escape route.

He glanced toward Zhu Hao and Li Hao out of the corner of his eye. Clearly, his ambush had succeeded, and that shrill howl had greatly encouraged the two of them.

With Zhu Hao's Entangling Ape Fist meeting the enemy head-on, Li Hao followed close behind, stabbing in through every opening. Their coordination grew ever smoother.

For a time, not only could that Second Level Entry martial artist do nothing to the two of them, he was instead showing signs of crumbling step by step.

"Looks like there's no problem over there. I only need to deal with the man in front of me..."

But this man possessed the qi and blood of Second Level Minor Accomplishment, along with those Poison Palms. He truly could not be confronted head-on.

Lin Mo kept an eye behind him as he weaved through the water corpse horde, occasionally kicking water corpses toward the man to obstruct his advance.

"I can't take him head-on. I need to find somewhere to ambush him..."

His plan was clear. He would return to the shop district by the docks, where rows upon rows of stores stood side by side, with several dark alleyways in between.

Ordinary martial artists would not dare go there, fearing they would be surrounded by water ghosts. But with [Insightful Eye], he had no fear of these slow-moving water ghosts.

Perhaps due to the aftermath of the battle between the water ghosts and the martial artists, the stalls, vendors, and little shops that had once lined the dockside near the streets had already become a field of ruins.

As Lin Mo retreated, he moved calmly through the water ghost horde. He chose a corner and crouched down in secret, his gaze locked tightly onto that man.

"You little brat, get the hell out here!"

First, the three of them had joined forces to toy with them. Then Pockmark had suffered Lin Mo's ambush. Zhao Qian was already burning with rage and no longer had the leisure to recite any incantation for hypnotizing water ghosts.

Whenever a water ghost wandered over, or Lin Mo shoved one toward him from afar, Zhao Qian merely clenched its head in his palm. With a sizzle, it melted away like snow in water.

The sight made Lin Mo's heart pound with fear. He did not dare test those Poison Palms with his own flesh.

"Where did that brat go?"

Zhao Qian searched through the fog. Though he was a Second Level Minor Accomplishment martial artist, even with qi and blood poured into his eyes, he could only see a little over twenty meters in this mist.

He had searched by following the disturbances made by the water ghosts along the way and listening for Lin Mo's footsteps, but now the footsteps suddenly vanished.

The mist all around was empty and still, broken only now and then by the low growls of water ghosts.

His footsteps scraped over the gravel, broken bricks, and tiles of the ruins. He did his utmost to reduce the noise, remaining alert to every movement around him. Suddenly, Zhao Qian's eyes narrowed.

On the sand and stones, he saw fresh footprints that had only recently been pressed into the ground. One step was heavy, the next light; they must have been left by that brat in his panicked flight.

"These footprints..."

The clue had come far more easily than he had expected. But on second thought, water ghosts roamed this area. What ordinary person would have the attention to spare for anything else? Besides, that brat had been chased here by him all the way.

Zhao Qian lowered his movements until they were almost soundless, containing his qi and blood as he followed the footprints bit by bit.

After advancing slowly and cautiously for more than a hundred meters, he finally saw the footprints end behind a broken wall, where they vanished without a trace.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath, a savage light in his eyes. He had already made up his mind, certain that Lin Mo was hiding behind the wall.

"Finally caught you. I don't give a damn whether you're from the Li family or not. Once I catch you, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

He slowly approached. As he raised both hands and his qi and blood surged, preparing to attack, a cold voice suddenly exploded beside his ear. His scalp nearly burst apart.

Zhao Qian was horrified.

The left rear?

When had this brat circled behind him?

Almost without thinking, Zhao Qian sprang away like a startled monkey. At the same time, he twisted his body and swung his arm, his Poison Palm drawing a dark green trail through the air.

Bang! Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

The blow landed solidly, and he rejoiced instinctively. But when he focused his eyes, he saw that he had struck the water ghost behind him.

In an instant, a chill erupted from the back of his neck. An even fiercer gust of wind came at him, and five fingers clamped down on the nape of his neck.

That figure had nearly become an afterimage, skimming across the ground so quickly that even Zhao Qian could not react!

White Ape Plucks Peach!

Qi and blood surged, power coursed through the earth, and in that instant Lin Mo unleashed nearly all the qi and blood in his body. His fingertips hooked into Zhao Qian's neck without the slightest hesitation.

What should have been a certain kill was broken with a swish as Zhao Qian's left palm unexpectedly thrust backward.

The two figures overlapped at incredible speed, then crossed and separated in an instant. Lin Mo was smashed into the ruins by that strike, staggering several steps before he managed to climb back up.

Zhao Qian was no better off. His neck was not merely covered in bloody scratches; even white bone fragments were exposed.

He looked at Lin Mo. For the moment, he did not dare howl loudly, and could only curse under his breath, "Damn brat, I've finally caught you..."

But when Lin Mo rose from the ruins and stretched his limbs, Zhao Qian finally realized something was wrong.

"No, how are you completely unharmed?"

"Brother, do you not understand the wisdom of not pursuing a cornered foe?" Lin Mo asked with a smile.

Zhao Qian swiftly glanced over Lin Mo's chest, then looked at his face. His pupils shrank again. "You're Lin Mo—the Lin Mo who received Minor Merit and the Li family's reward?"

Lin Mo made a teasing remark as he rubbed his chest. That strike just now had been mostly blocked by the Golden Silk Soft Armor, but even the remaining ten or twenty percent of the force had nearly knocked the breath out of him.

He had been planning to take advantage of Zhao Qian's injury and wear him down slowly. Who would have thought that the moment the other man saw his face, he would burst into wild laughter like a madman?

An inexplicable chill shot up from the bottom of his heart. With [Insightful Eye], Lin Mo saw Zhao Qian's left hand seem to reach toward his pocket as though to pull something out.

So I was the target?!

He placed a Five Elements Blood-Generating Pill in his mouth. Streams of qi and blood continuously surged from his dantian. Adrenaline and qi and blood both soared wildly as he stepped forward, twisted his waist, and threw a sweeping punch.

To his surprise, Zhao Qian neither dodged nor evaded. He took the heavy blow head-on and was sent flying, a small Whistle Arrow seemingly clutched in his hand.

The instant it shot into the sky, Lin Mo had no time at all to stop it...

"Lin Mo, good, good, good! I never thought I'd run into you, the Li Family Prodigy. Die here!"

The Whistle Arrow's cry was piercing and long. In that moment, the surrounding water ghosts immediately converged, while Zhao Qian lunged at him like a rabid dog.