One-Sided Slaughter

The path of martial arts was divided into: Body Tempering Realm, Condensing Astra Realm, Five Elements Realm, Mountain Opening Realm...

The Martial World Heroes Ranking only recorded young experts below the Mountain Opening Realm.

Thus, the Martial World Heroes Ranking was also known as the Genius Ranking!

On the Martial Suppression Office Heroes Ranking, the names that appeared most often belonged to disciples of the Martial Suppression Academy.

Mo Chen counted them. There were actually as many as sixty-six, making him suck in a cold breath.

"This Martial Suppression Academy is the martial holy land of the entire Martial Suppression Office!"

To cultivate so many martial experts, how many martial treasures and cultivation resources must it possess?

Mo Chen looked at the Heroes Ranking, his heart surging with excitement and longing.

According to what was written on the Martial World Heroes Ranking.

The Martial Suppression Academy was the Martial Suppression Office's true violent enforcement institution.

It was directly under the jurisdiction of Qin Cangying, the lord of the Martial Suppression Office, one of Great Mystic's thirty-six prefectures.

This academy was responsible for supervising officials and protecting the common people.

Above, it could execute corrupt officials; below, it could slay demons and ghosts.

It could be said that within the Martial Suppression Office's territory, the Martial Suppression Academy was the sky in the hearts of all commoners, as well as the martial holy land in their hearts.

Nearly every youth who practiced martial arts aimed to gain admission to the Martial Suppression Academy.

"The Lu Residence's second young master seems to be taking the Martial Suppression Academy examination in a month. If I could follow him there..."

Mo Chen's gaze flickered, and his heart stirred.

If he could enter the Martial Suppression Academy, his status as a slave would be abolished on the spot.

Then he would never again have to worry about being bound by the contract of sale.

"But what conditions are needed to enter the Martial Suppression Academy?"

At present, Mo Chen suffered from having no master to guide him. He knew only a little about the Martial Suppression Academy, completely in the dark and with nowhere to begin.

So he decided to think of every possible way to earn money and raise his cultivation first.

Two hours later.

Jostled by the carriage, Mo Chen arrived outside a small mountain village shrouded in night.

By then, the sky had gone dark.

The moon was hidden behind thick clouds.

Yet the village entrance glowed red with firelight, filled with clamoring voices and wave after wave of cries.

"My son! My son!"

"Xiaoying! Let go of my Xiaoying!"

"You damned bandits!"

The carriage stopped, and the old driver stared toward the village entrance ahead with alarm in his eyes.

"Little brother, that's Mo Family Village ahead, right?"

Mo Chen also jumped down from the carriage, frowning as he looked ahead.

The image of the village entrance in his memories overlapped with the village before him.

Mo Chen nodded. "This is the place."

"Something seems to have happened up ahead!"

Before the old driver's panicked words had faded, four or five horses came galloping wildly out of the village entrance.

The torches swayed and flickered, illuminating the darkness.

They also revealed the bloodthirsty bandits on horseback and the young children in their arms.

"Waaah... Mother, I want Mother!"

"Hahaha! Come with me, and I'll find you a new mother!"

Seeing this and hearing the savage laughter of the burly men on horseback, the old driver jumped in fright and hurriedly pulled the carriage to one side.

"Little brother! Run! They're mounted bandits!"

Yet Mo Chen did not move a single step. He even drew the Black Iron Firewood Knife from his bundle and stood tall in the middle of the mountain road.

"Mounted bandits? Then kill them."

The five horses arrived in the blink of an eye.

When the bandits saw Mo Chen blocking the road with a firewood knife in hand, they immediately burst into cruel laughter. "Hahaha, there's actually someone who isn't afraid of death!"

"Kid, while we're still in a good mood, get the hell out of here! Otherwise, I'll chop you down with one stroke!"

Though he said that, the horse did not slow down in the slightest.

The bearded man at the front wore a mocking smile as his nine-ring broadsword, carrying the force of the charging horse, slashed directly at Mo Chen's neck.

If that blade struck him, Mo Chen would surely be separated from his head.

"Kill him!"

The mounted bandits beside him roared with laughter, looking at Mo Chen as though he were already dead.

Daring to block their path, this youth was like an old man hanging himself—courting death!

"Little brother, dodge!"

The old driver hiding to one side shouted urgently, unable to bear the sight of Mo Chen dying.

No sooner said than done.

The nine-ring broadsword was upon him in an instant.

Just then.

Mo Chen moved. He held the knife in his right hand, kicked off with both feet, and instantly leaped into the air, landing atop the horse.

The next moment, the firewood knife cleaved down diagonally with tremendous force. In the instant the bearded bandit's pupils contracted, it cleanly severed his head.

"Neighhh!"

The horse shrieked. The head flew out like a ball, while blood gushed from the headless corpse as it fell backward from the saddle.

Mo Chen reached out, caught the little girl on the horse, and leaped down.

The whole process was as swift as lightning and sparks from flint.

Only after Mo Chen placed the little girl safely by the roadside did the other four mounted bandits react. Their enraged roars instantly shook the sky.

"Second Brother!"

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

The four mounted bandits drew their blades, dismounted, and charged at Mo Chen with furious roars.

However.

In Mo Chen's eyes, their movements were simply too slow. The broadswords slashing toward him were like slow-motion movements that made one anxious to watch.

Mo Chen sneered and met them with his knife, one slash for each man. In the blink of an eye, three heads fell.

"Who are you?!"

"You dare kill our second boss? You're dead meat!"

The last mounted bandit trembled all over, his face deathly pale. Looking at Mo Chen as though he were a god of slaughter, he backed away again and again, yet still did not forget to threaten him.

At that moment, after having one strike blocked, he could only stare at Mo Chen. He no longer even had the courage to swing his blade.

"Who am I?"

Mo Chen sneered and raised the firewood knife. "I am the Great Mystic Woodcutter!"

With that, Mo Chen thrust out his knife.

Squelch!

The last mounted bandit's eyes widened. Blood spilled from his mouth and nose as he lowered his head to look at the firewood knife embedded in his heart. Then he collapsed to the ground, dead beyond doubt.

"Waaah! Mother, save me, save me..."

At that moment, the wailing cries of several children on horseback rang out.

Mo Chen did not pause. He turned and rushed toward the horses.

With his Sinew Tempering Realm cultivation, his speed was already more than twice that of an ordinary person. Added to that was the Human Skin Mask's 120% speed boost.

He ran even faster than the horses, reaching the four horses almost in the blink of an eye.

One, two, three...

The last one had fallen from his horse by himself and sat by the roadside, bawling his eyes out.

By the roadside.

The old driver hiding in the grass stood dumbstruck.

Was this really the youth from his carriage?

Inside the village, a group of young and strong laborers who had chased after them stood frozen in place, hoes raised in their hands.

Good heavens!

What had happened?

They had only just rushed over, and the mounted bandits had already all been killed?

When they saw Mo Chen safely bringing the four children back from the distance.

Everyone shouted and cheered in excitement.

"Hero! We've encountered a martial hero!"

"You... are Mo Chen?"

At that moment, a young villager clutching an axe suddenly recognized Mo Chen and cried out.

"What?! Mo Chen?"

That cry drew astonished looks from every villager in Mo Family Village.

They all looked toward Mo Chen and saw that familiar face.

"Mo Chen! It really is Mo Chen!"

"Mo Chen! It's actually you?!"

"My heavens! When did you learn martial arts, Mo Chen?"

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother is back!"

When Mo Chen's cousins saw him, they rushed forward in wild delight and embraced him.

"Good lad! You're far too amazing!"

Seeing his cousins, warm scenes from his memories rose up, and Mo Chen could not help smiling. "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother."

"Come, come, come. Let's go home."

Eldest Brother Mo Feixiong happily draped an arm around Mo Chen's shoulders and headed toward the village.

"Wait!" Mo Chen suddenly spoke.

"Sixth Brother, what else is it?" Eldest Brother Mo Feixiong asked curiously.

"I still have some things to collect..."

Then, beneath the stunned gazes of the entire village, Mo Chen calmly began looting the corpses.