Bang!
One punch.
Wang Shouquan was sent flying in response, crashing more than five meters away.
His right cheek swelled up at once, blood streaming from his nostrils.
"You... you dared to hit me?"
At that moment, Wang Shouquan's mind held nothing but rage.
He had not even made a move yet, but this brat had dared to strike first? This was outright rebellion!
"Get him! Don't hold back! If you cripple him, I'll take responsibility!"
Blinded by fury, Wang Shouquan's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared.
"Get him!"
The crowd, stunned senseless by what had just happened, snapped awake in an instant and surrounded Lin Mo.
"Hmph! Courting death!"
Hearing Wang Shouquan's words, Lin Mo was already moved to kill.
Although killing was forbidden within the city, crippling Wang Shouquan was still permissible.
He wanted to cripple him? Then he would cripple him first!
Without another word, Lin Mo attacked.
His figure flickered as his left fist and right foot moved in tandem, dropping one person with every strike.
"Holy shit, is this still Lin Mo? Is this still Military Boxing?"
The remaining people were utterly terrified at Lin Mo's ferocity.
Clearly, what Lin Mo was using was the Military Boxing they had all learned, yet why did it feel so wrong?
Could Military Boxing be used like this?
Could Military Boxing possess such power?
How could people like them, who had not even reached Minor Accomplishment, understand the might of Military Boxing at the Perfection Realm?
In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo swiftly knocked down all the lackeys Wang Shouquan had brought.
Each of them clutched their heads or waists, crying for their fathers in pain on the ground, completely losing their ability to fight.
"Your turn."
Lin Mo said coldly, walking toward Wang Shouquan one step at a time.
"Y-you don't come over here. You can't hit me. I'm from the Martial Arts Training Class, and my parents are both Third-grade Martial Artists. If you lay a hand on me... Ah!"
"To hell with your Martial Arts Training Class!"
Bang!
With that curse, Lin Mo threw a punch directly onto his right arm.
Crack!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bone, Wang Shouquan screamed in agony.
"To hell with your Third-grade Martial Artists!"
Bang!
Another punch, and Wang Shouquan's left arm went limp as well.
"Ah... don't!"
Tears and snot covered Wang Shouquan's face as pain made him wish he were dead.
"Didn't you say you were going to cripple me? I'll cripple you first!"
Bang! Bang!
The sound of breaking bones came from Wang Shouquan's legs, and he passed out from the pain.
"Pah, I've put up with you for a long time!"
Lin Mo spat, not even sparing the unconscious Wang Shouquan a glance as he strode away.
He was already a certified Martial Artist. Why would he fear Wang Shouquan's threats?
If a non-Martial Artist threatened and cursed at a Martial Artist, being crippled was nothing more than what he deserved.
If this had been in the wilderness, Lin Mo could have killed him outright, and no one would have dared utter a single peep.
So what if his parents were Third-grade Martial Artists? Lin Mo was not afraid now.
"Brother Wang! Brother Wang!"
Only after Lin Mo left did those lackeys scramble over on hands and knees, calling out to the unconscious Wang Shouquan.
"Ah, it hurts like hell! Quick, call my parents!"
Woken by their shaking, Wang Shouquan cried out in agony.
All four of his limbs were ruined. He lay sprawled weakly on the ground as pain swept through his entire body.
If his Blood Qi Value had not been fairly high and his physique fairly strong, the pain would have knocked him unconscious again.
Lin Mo did not take the matter to heart at all. He found a supermarket, bought some dry rations and water, then headed toward the South City Gate.
"Wilderness B-zone Three-day Hunting Group! Second-grade or higher Martial Artists needed! Profits distributed according to contribution! Two spots left!"
"Wilderness A-zone One-week Hunting Group! Third-grade or higher Martial Artists needed! A Fifth-grade powerful expert is leading the team, so don't miss this chance! One spot left!"
"C-zone Three-day Sightseeing Group! Simple gathering missions! Those with similar tasks can come along! First-grade or higher Martial Artists only! One spot left!"
"..."
The moment he arrived at the South Gate, he found many Martial Artists gathered there, shouting to form teams.
People rarely went into the wilderness alone.
Usually, they formed groups of five to ten, so they could watch one another's backs.
Although the Wilderness Area outside River City had been divided into regions in great detail.
C-zone generally only had Level One Mutant Beasts. It was closer to the Base City, making it easier to flee back and offering a higher degree of safety.
Those who chose this area generally came to complete simple gathering tasks or to let newcomers gain experience.
B-zone mainly contained Level Two Mutant Beasts, though Level Three Exotic Beasts could also appear.
This place suited Second-grade or higher Martial Artists, whether they were hunting for money or tempering their martial techniques.
Level Two and Level Three Mutant Beasts were also the main source of mutant beast meat on the market.
As for A-zone, it was considerably more dangerous.
Level Three and Level Four Mutant Beasts were everywhere here, and sometimes Fifth-grade Mutant Beasts would even emerge.
It was a forbidden zone for Martial Artists below Third-grade.
Unless one had reached Third-grade, almost no one would set foot here.
Mutant Beasts did not always appear one at a time. Some lived in groups.
If one was not strong enough, encountering a pack of Mutant Beasts here meant only one thing: death.
Of course, this was only the classification of River City's wilderness.
Outside some cities, there were even S-class Areas that gave Fifth-grade Martial Artists headaches. Those places were paradise for Mutant Beasts, and living people were best advised to stay far away.
King Grade Mutant Beasts were not uncommon there.
Only Great Martial Artists who had reached Fifth-grade or above dared venture into such places.
Naturally, risk came hand in hand with enormous rewards.
The more dangerous the area, the greater the profits from hunting.
Lin Mo wandered around the South City Gate for a while before finally choosing a C-zone hunting group to join.
It was his first time entering the wilderness, and Lin Mo did not want to act recklessly.
Safety first!
Although he was quite strong among people his age, the wilderness was no joke.
It was better to proceed step by step, steady as Mount Tai.
Once he became familiar with it later, he could act alone!
"Hello, Lin Mo. My name is Zhang Junjie, and I started this team. First-grade Martial Artist. Weapon: longsword. Blood Qi Value: 200.
"Welcome to the team. Let me introduce you to the other members."
The team's initiator, Zhang Junjie, said with a smile.
"This is Wang Ling. First-grade Martial Artist. Weapon: saber. Blood Qi Value: 190."
"Hello, Lin Mo. I didn't expect you to reach First-grade at such a young age. You're amazing."
Seeing the First-grade Martial Artist badge on Lin Mo's chest, Wang Ling greeted him with a cheerful smile.
"You're too kind, Sister Wang. I'm just a rookie. I'll need you to look after me."
Lin Mo replied politely as well.
"This is Qin Bufan. First-grade Martial Artist. Weapon: spear. Blood Qi Value: 220. He also has the highest Blood Qi Value in our team."
Qin Bufan said nothing. He merely nodded at Lin Mo, tugging the corners of his mouth with effort in what counted as a smile.
It was an awkward-looking smile.
Clearly, Qin Bufan was not usually one for words or smiles.
However, there was also a trace of surprise in his gaze as he looked at Lin Mo.
Obviously, Lin Mo becoming a First-grade Martial Artist at such a young age had caught him off guard.
Then, through Zhang Junjie's introductions, Lin Mo met the remaining two people. They were a pair of siblings.
The older sister was Guo Li, while the younger brother was Guo Hong.
Both used daggers and specialized in assassination. Their Blood Qi Values had both reached 200.
However, the way the two of them looked at Lin Mo was not nearly as friendly.
They were even rather cold toward everyone else.
Lin Mo did not care much about it. He was only joining a team to get into the wilderness and familiarize himself with the environment.
After everyone had finished introducing themselves, Lin Mo finally spoke. "Lin Mo. First-grade Martial Artist. Weapon: fists. Blood Qi Value... 160."
The number Lin Mo reported was the one on his Martial Artist certificate.
Hearing that number, the others showed no reaction, but the sibling pair clearly frowned.
"Zhang Junjie, you recruited someone with only 160? The place we're going may be in C-zone, but it isn't far from B-zone. If we really encounter a Level Two Mutant Beast, none of us will be able to save him."
Guo Hong spoke directly, displeasure written across his face.
"Oh, come on. He's so young and already has a Blood Qi Value of 160. He's obviously a genius, so don't underestimate him, little brother."
At that moment, Wang Ling spoke up for Lin Mo.
"It's not easy for a team like ours to recruit people. Besides, we can just pay more attention to our surroundings before acting. There shouldn't be any problems. Brother Qin, what do you think?"
Zhang Junjie spoke with a genial smile, then looked toward Qin Bufan, the strongest person in the team.
"I have no problem with it." After giving Lin Mo a deep look, Qin Bufan spoke four words.
"Fine, since all of you say so, I don't care either. But if anything unusual really happens, I won't care whether he lives or dies."
Seeing that no one else objected, Guo Hong threw out those words and said nothing more.
"Alright, we set out now. Destination: C-zone. Coordinates: 215.367."
With that, the group left the city and headed toward their destination...
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