Who Crippled Whom?

"Bang!"

A single punch.

Wang Shouquan flew backward in response, landing over five meters away.

His right cheek swelled up instantly, and blood gushed from his nostrils.

"You... you dare hit me?"

At this moment, only rage filled Wang Shouquan's mind.

He hadn't even made a move yet, and this kid dared to strike first? This was outright rebellion.

"Get him! Don't hold back—if he's crippled, I'll take the blame."

Fury made Wang Shouquan's eyes bloodshot as he roared.

"Jump him!"

The crowd, stunned by the earlier scene, snapped awake and surrounded Lin Mo.

"Hmph! Looking for death!"

Hearing Wang Shouquan's words, Lin Mo had already formed murderous intent.

Though killing was forbidden within the city, crippling Wang Shouquan was still acceptable.

Want to cripple me? Then I'll cripple you first!

Without another word, Lin Mo struck directly.

His figure flickered, left fist and right foot felling one person after another.

"No way, is this still Lin Mo? Is this still Military Boxing?"

The remaining people, seeing Lin Mo's ferocity, were all terrified.

Clearly, Lin Mo was using the same Military Boxing they had all learned, so why did it feel so wrong?

Could Military Boxing be used like this?

Did Military Boxing have such power?

How could those who hadn't even reached Minor Accomplishment comprehend the might of Perfection Realm Military Boxing?

In a few swift moves, Lin Mo quickly took down the lackeys Wang Shouquan had brought.

Those lackeys, clutching their heads and hugging their waists, writhed on the ground in pain, crying out for their mothers, completely incapacitated.

"Your turn."

Lin Mo's voice was low as he walked step by step toward Wang Shouquan.

"You... don't come closer! You can't hit me! I'm in the Martial Arts Training Class, and my parents are both Third-grade Martial Artists. If you touch me... ah!"

"Screw your Martial Arts Training Class!"

"Bang!"

With the curse, Lin Mo swung his fist down, smashing it directly onto Wang Shouquan's right arm.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone breaking, Wang Shouquan screamed in agony.

"Screw your Third-grade Martial Artists!"

"Bang~"

Another punch, and Wang Shouquan's left arm went limp.

"Ah... don't!"

Tears and snot streamed down Wang Shouquan's face; he was in unbearable pain.

"Didn't you say you'd cripple me? I'll cripple you first!"

"Bang~ Bang~" Two strikes.

Wang Shouquan's legs emitted the sound of bone cracking, and he fainted from the sheer pain.

"Ptooey. I've put up with you long enough."

Lin Mo spat, didn't spare a glance at the unconscious Wang Shouquan, and strode away.

At this point, he was already a certified martial artist—why should he fear such threats?

A non-martial artist threatening and cursing a martial artist deserved to be crippled.

If this were out in the wild, he'd be killed outright, and no one would have a word to say.

So what if his parents were Third-grade Martial Artists? Lin Mo wasn't afraid now.

"Brother Wang! Brother Wang!"

Only after Lin Mo left did those lackeys scramble over, calling out to the unconscious Wang Shouquan.

"Ah, it hurts like hell! Quick, call my parents!"

Wang Shouquan, shaken awake, cried out in agony.

His limbs were now completely crippled. He lay helplessly on the ground, pain surging through his entire body.

If not for his Blood Qi Value being decent and his physique not too weak, he would likely have been knocked unconscious by the pain again.

Lin Mo paid no attention to this matter at all. He directly found a supermarket, bought some dry rations and water, and headed toward the South City Gate.

"Wilderness B-zone Three-day Hunting Group, recruiting Second-grade or higher Martial Artists. Rewards distributed by contribution. Two spots left."

"Wilderness A-zone One-week Hunting Group, recruiting Third-grade or higher Martial Artists. A Fifth-grade powerful expert is leading. Don't miss this chance. One spot left."

"C-zone Three-day Sightseeing Group, simple gathering tasks. If you have similar tasks, you can join. First-grade or higher Martial Artists are fine. One spot left."

"..."

As soon as he arrived at the South Gate, quite a few Martial Artists had already gathered, shouting out recruitment for teams.

Going to the wilderness alone was rare.

Usually, groups of five to ten people would form, looking out for each other.

Although the wilderness area outside River City had been carefully divided into zones.

In C-zone, only Level One Exotic Beasts generally appeared. It was closer to the Base City, making it easy to run back, with a high safety factor.

Those who chose this zone usually completed simple gathering tasks or were newcomers training.

B-zone, on the other hand, mainly had Level Two Exotic Beasts, though Level Three Exotic Beasts could also appear.

This zone was suitable for Second-grade or higher Martial Artists, focusing on hunting for money or honing martial skills.

Level Two and Three Exotic Beasts were also the main source of exotic beast meat on the market.

As for A-zone, comparatively, it held more danger.

Here, Level Three and Four Exotic Beasts were everywhere, and sometimes Level Five Exotic Beasts would even appear.

It was a forbidden zone for Martial Artists below Third-grade.

Unless one was at least Third-grade, no one generally set foot here.

Exotic Beasts didn't always appear one by one; there were also pack-type ones.

If one's strength was insufficient and they encountered pack-type Exotic Beasts here, death was the only outcome.

Of course, this was just the division for the wilderness outside River City.

Outside some other cities, there were also S-class Areas that gave even Fifth-grade Martial Artists headaches. Those were paradises for Exotic Beasts, practically no-go zones for humans.

King Grade Exotic Beasts were not uncommon there.

Only Great Martial Artists above Fifth-grade dared to set foot there.

Of course, risk came with enormous rewards.

The more dangerous the zone, the higher the hunting profits.

Lin Mo wandered around the South City Gate for a while and eventually chose to join a C-zone Hunting Group.

For his first trip to the wilderness, Lin Mo didn't want to be reckless.

Safety first!

Although his strength was currently impressive among his peers, the wilderness was no joke.

It was better to take it step by step, steady and solid.

Once he got familiar with things later, he could act alone!

"Hello, Lin Mo. I'm Zhang Junjie, the team initiator. First-grade Martial Artist, weapon: longsword, Blood Qi Value 200.

Welcome to our team. Let me introduce the other teammates."

The team initiator, Zhang Junjie, said with a smile.

"This is Wang Ling, First-grade Martial Artist, weapon: blade, Blood Qi Value 190."

"Hello, Lin Mo. I didn't expect someone so young to have reached First-grade. That's amazing."

Looking at the First-grade Martial Artist badge on Lin Mo's chest, Wang Ling greeted him with a grin.

"Sister Wang flatters me. I'm just a rookie. I'll need Sister Wang to look out for me."

Lin Mo replied politely.

"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 didn't speak. He just nodded at Lin Mo, his mouth twitching slightly as if trying to smile.

But that smile looked a bit awkward.

Clearly, Qin Bufan was usually a man of few words.

Still, the look he gave Lin Mo carried a hint of surprise.

Obviously, Lin Mo becoming a First-grade Martial Artist at such a young age caught him off guard.

Then, through Zhang Junjie's introductions, Lin Mo met the remaining two—a pair of siblings.

The sister was called Guo Li, the brother Guo Hong.

Both used daggers, excelled at assassination, and had a Blood Qi Value of 200.

But the way these two looked at Lin Mo wasn't exactly friendly.

In fact, they were cold toward everyone else as well.

Lin Mo didn't mind much; he was just tagging along with the team to get familiar with the wild.

Once everyone had introduced themselves, Lin Mo spoke up, "Lin Mo, First-grade Martial Artist, weapon: fists, Blood Qi Value... 160."

What Lin Mo reported was the number on his martial artist certificate.

Hearing this number, the others showed no reaction, but the sibling pair visibly frowned.

"Zhang Junjie, you're recruiting someone with 160? Although we're heading to C-zone this time, it's not far from B-zone. If we run into a Level Two Exotic Beast, none of us will be able to save him."

Guo Hong spoke directly, his face full of displeasure.

"Oh, come on, with such a low Blood Qi Value reaching 160 at his age, he's clearly a genius. Don't underestimate him, little brother."

At this point, Wang Ling chimed in to help.

"A team like ours doesn't recruit easily. Besides, we'll just pay more attention to our surroundings when we move. It shouldn't be a problem. Brother Qin, what do you think?"

Zhang Junjie said with a smile, then looked toward Qin Bufan, the strongest in the team.

"I have no problem." Qin Bufan took a deep look at Lin Mo before spitting out four words.

"Fine, since you all say so, I'll go along. But if something unusual happens, I won't care whether he lives or dies."

Seeing that no one else objected, Guo Hong dropped that one sentence and fell silent.

"Alright, let's move out. Target: C-zone, coordinates: 215.367."

With that, the group left the city and headed toward their destination...