Flag Chief Yan Is My Closest Friend... Pick Up Your Hand! (Please Keep Reading)

The blade's momentum surged, wild and unstoppable!

The black Horizontal Blade seemed to cross space itself, reaching Yan Liang in an instant!

Caught completely off guard, Yan Liang had no time to dodge. The chilling blade aura bore straight down on his neck, and he could practically "see" the scene of his own head hitting the ground...

Clang!

The screech of metal striking metal set everyone's teeth on edge.

The Horizontal Blade was parried away. A woman in fitted combat clothes stood leaning on her blade.

Her brows and eyes were sharp, her black hair tied into a high ponytail. She held a long-handled Mo Blade, double-edged on both sides and seven feet in length, its blade far taller than she was!

It was originally a horse-chopping saber used in the army, something no one would carry around with them. Yet in her hands, it did not seem out of place in the slightest.

"Enough..."

Before her words had faded, the Horizontal Blade came wheeling back.

Chen Mo still refused to stop!

A flash of anger passed through the woman's eyes as she raised her blade to meet him.

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The collisions came in rapid succession, dense as drumbeats.

There were no flashy techniques at all. The two simply blasted their blade auras against each other, head-on and without yielding!

A look of surprise appeared on the woman's face, and the longer they fought, the more alarmed she became!

Her Mo Blade had been forged from refined iron and weighed more than a hundred pounds. Combined with her broad, sweeping saber style, it excelled at crushing opponents through sheer momentum!

Yet after these exchanges, she had not gained the slightest advantage!

With nothing but a three-foot Horizontal Blade, Chen Mo had suppressed her completely!

When Chen Mo delivered his fifth slash, she had not yet fully dissipated the force from it before the sixth slash was already before her!

The woman's wrist went numb, and the Mo Blade was sent flying into the air.

The Horizontal Blade skimmed past her and went straight for Yan Liang behind her!

"Good!"

The woman had bought enough time. Yan Liang was now fully prepared.

He wore knuckle guards on both hands, golden light flickering around his fists. With an angry roar, he drove a punch forward!

Roar!

The wind of his fist seemed to carry the roar of a tiger!

Tiger Roar Fist, a low-grade Earth-tier fist art, possessed terrifying explosive power within arm's reach!

"Your old strength is spent, while your new strength has yet to arise. I have waited at ease for an exhausted foe—let's see how you take this punch!"

"Everyone here has seen it. This is self-defense, and killing you would be no crime! Today, I'll take your dog life!"

A savage smile twisted Yan Liang's lips.

Chen Mo might have a powerful background, but Yan Liang was no easy opponent either!

As long as he had reason on his side, he would not fear it even if this matter reached the Eastern Palace Holy Empress!

Yet at the instant blade and fist collided, the blade light sliced through the golden glow like a hot knife through butter. The Horizontal Blade slanted upward, and Yan Liang only felt a chill at his wrist before his right hand, still wearing the knuckle guard, soared high into the air!

Before the pain even reached him, the eighth slash had already cut toward his neck!

"Enough..."

A rich, mellow voice rang out.

Chen Mo's movements seemed to slow by countless times.

A middle-aged man in brocade robes appeared between them and lightly flicked the blade's edge with his index finger.

Twang!

The Horizontal Blade flew from Chen Mo's hand and embedded itself in a stone pillar, its hilt humming and trembling.

Only then did the severed hand fall to the ground!

The scene fell deathly silent!

Everyone stood dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The Ding Fire Bureau and Water Bureau had a terrible relationship. They openly and secretly fought each other every day, constantly scheming against one another, but no one had ever dared to publicly strike with lethal intent!

Had the Water Bureau Centurion not intervened just now, Yan Liang's head would likely have already hit the ground!

What shocked them most was that Chen Mo had actually overpowered two Flag Chiefs?

When had he become this strong?!

"Chen Mo!!"

Yan Liang clutched his spurting wrist, his eyes split wide with rage as though he wanted to devour someone alive!

"Attacking a fellow official in public and plotting to murder an imperial officer—this is an unforgivable crime among the ten heinous offenses!"

"Chen Mo, you're finished..."

After coming to his senses, Yan Xun began shouting at the top of his lungs from the side.

Yet Chen Mo merely shot him a sideways glance, frightening him into immediate silence. He nearly bit his own tongue.

This madman dared to chop even a Flag Chief. What was a mere Banner Officer like him?

Chen Mo's gaze was disdainful.

Yan Xun was merely a clown dancing on a beam, not worth a laugh. His earlier mockery had also come at Yan Liang's instigation.

If Chen Mo lowered himself to argue with trash like that, it would only cheapen him.

To beat a snake, strike seven inches from its head.

Since they wanted to play, then he might as well make it big!

"What are you all making such a racket for..."

"Hm?!"

A series of footsteps sounded as several figures entered the Training Grounds.

The moment they saw the scene before them, they all froze.

Among them, a white-haired elder with thick brows raised upright said in a deep voice, "Who can tell me what happened here?"

"Lord Chu..."

Yan Xun looked as though he had spotted a savior. Staggering over, he gave a rough account of what had happened.

The white-haired elder looked toward Chen Mo, anger blazing in his eyes.

"Chen Mo, did you do this?"

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, treating the old man as though he were thin air.

"Good, good, good!"

The white-haired elder laughed in extreme anger. "You were absent without cause for several days. By law, you should receive fifty strokes of the cane. I have yet to settle that account with you, and now you dare attack a fellow official in public and grievously wound him!"

"You have violated the Great Yuan Law. Seize him at once! Even if your father came today, he could not save you!"

With a sweep of his sleeve, the white-haired elder reached out to grab Chen Mo!

At that moment, the brocade-robed man stepped forward and blocked the white-haired elder.

"Shen Shuchou, are you also planning to openly defy the law and become his accomplice?"

the elder demanded furiously.

Shen Shuchou said calmly, "Chen Mo is a man of my Water Bureau. It is not your place to discipline him. Even if he is guilty, the matter should be jointly tried by the three bureaus, and besides..."

"What are you supposed to be? How can you represent the Great Yuan Law?"

"You!"

The white-haired elder was momentarily choked with fury.

The two remained locked in a standoff, the atmosphere taut as drawn swords.

Just then, Chen Mo cleared his throat and said, "Lord Chu, you misunderstand. When did I ever attack a fellow official?"

The white-haired elder sneered. "With all these eyes watching, do you still intend to deny it?"

Chen Mo spread his hands, wearing an innocent expression. "Flag Chief Yan is my closest friend, as close as brothers. We were merely sparring with each other just now, and I accidentally injured him. That does not count as violating the Great Yuan Law, does it?"

"Bullshit!"

"Who the hell is your close friend..."

Yan Liang roared in fury.

But Chen Mo's next words sent a jolt through his heart.

"Flag Chief Yan truly has the memory of a nobleman. Didn't we drink merrily together in a private courtyard at Yicui Pavilion just a few days ago?"

"You even called over a young lady then, hoping to feed one meal to two birds and make me your fellow traveler... But I am something of a clean freak and do not enjoy that kind of game, so I politely declined."

"I still remember, that young lady was quite—"

"Wait!"

Hearing this, Yan Liang hurriedly interrupted him, already drenched in cold sweat.

Chen Mo added with a smiling face, "Quite pretty."

"What nonsense is this? What does it have to do with today's matter?"

The white-haired elder frowned.

Yan Liang panted heavily, shot Chen Mo a glance, and said quietly, "My lord, Flag Chief Chen is correct. We truly were sparring in martial arts just now. My skills were inferior, so I cannot blame him."

"What?!"

The white-haired elder's expression froze.

The entire Training Grounds instantly erupted!

Anyone could see that Chen Mo had deliberately attacked him just now!

The two had always been needle against awl, clashing at every turn. How could Yan Liang possibly swallow such a grievance?

"Brother, have you lost your mind..."

Yan Xun looked utterly confused.

"Shut up!"

Yan Liang glared at him, picked up the severed hand from the ground, and hurriedly prepared to leave.

"Hold it."

Chen Mo spoke.

"What more do you want?"

Yan Liang asked, clenching his fist.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Mo said unhurriedly, "Your younger brother has no filter on that mouth of his. I did not care to hear what he said. Brother Yan, how do you think this should be handled?"

Yan Liang fell silent for a moment. Holding his right hand with his left, he slapped Yan Xun across the face!

"Brother, why did you hit me?"

Yan Xun covered his face, both aggrieved and bewildered.

Seeing that Chen Mo did not react, Yan Liang gritted his teeth, swung his arm in a full arc, and began slapping him viciously!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Yan Xun was beaten dizzy and disoriented. His cheeks swelled like a pig's head, blood streamed from his mouth, and every one of his yellow teeth fell out!

"Is that enough?"

Yan Liang's voice was hoarse.

"Tsk, tsk."

Chen Mo looked unable to bear it. "I merely asked Brother Yan to teach him a few words. That was far too heavy-handed. Even a spinning top would not dare get whipped like that."

Yan Xun: "..."

Yan Liang's chest heaved. With a cold snort, he strode out of the Training Grounds.

Chen Mo raised a hand and summoned Liu Mang over, whispering something into his ear.

Liu Mang nodded, called over several brothers, and quickly followed after Yan Liang.

Chen Mo turned around and looked at the crowd, his gaze sweeping across every face like blades.

The moment their eyes met his, they crumbled away. No one dared meet his gaze.

"Weren't you all laughing quite happily just now?"

"Why have you stopped laughing?"

Chen Mo said with narrowed eyes.

The entire Training Grounds was silent as a grave. A needle falling could have been heard!