Facing Wu Yuan as he charged at him without a care for anything else, feeling the savage aura rushing toward him as if it would tear his entire body to pieces, Chen Mo tossed the long blade in his hand aside and prepared to meet him with his fists.
After all, he was a Bloodline Warrior valued by the sect. If Chen Mo simply hacked him to death, that would be quite the spectacle.
They bore no grudge against each other to begin with. There was no need to be so ruthless.
As he thought this, his opponent had already arrived before him. Chen Mo's footwork was exquisite, and he easily dodged Wu Yuan's attack.
The wind pressure, sharp as a blade, could not affect him in the slightest.
His right hand shot out and seized the other man's wrist. It felt hard to the touch, as though he had not grabbed a human hand, but a chunk of steel.
"Get lost!"
Power erupted throughout his body. Yet Wu Yuan's massive frame seemed weightless in Chen Mo's grasp as he was flung straight upward, slamming heavily into the top of the iron cage.
The immense force nearly smashed the iron cage apart.
A beast that had completely lost its reason possessed no technique whatsoever. It merely fought on instinct and physical strength, and could not pose much of a threat to Chen Mo.
Seeing that the elder leading the group and the four "security guards" around them had no intention of stopping Wu Yuan, Chen Mo was happy to observe a Bloodline Warrior's Bloodline Power from up close. As Wu Yuan attacked again, Chen Mo immediately met him head-on.
Dodging the attack once more, he leaped up and drove a fist into Wu Yuan's back, smashing him directly into a