Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1387 - 1355: There Will Be Plenty of Opportunities

"Tsk, I didn't expect anyone would dare interfere in my business, such scum doesn't know how to appreciate favors offered. Are you trying to be a hero, saving a damsel in distress?" Brother Hong coldly focused on Lin Mo, delivering a kick to Qing Su's body. Even though Qing Su hastily gathered a Spiritual Energy Shield to resist,

she was still kicked back, scraping along the ground and causing a cloud of yellow dust to rise, "We'll see if you have the ability to do so."

"Mr. Lin, we've just arrived at the Mystic Realm Sect, it's better not to stir up trouble," Liu Qingyang walked to Lin Mo's side, grabbing his arm, and frowned, speaking in a low voice.

Rain King gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I've never seen such an arrogant guy before, asking for a beating."

Lin Mo glanced at Liu Qingyang, and said tranquilly, "These people are clearly here looking for trouble on purpose. If we avoid them now, they'll bully us later on; moreover, I can't stand the sight of men hitting women." Listening to Lin Mo's words, Liu Qingyang sighed softly and slowly released his hand, understanding Lin Mo's character. On Yu Lan Star, Lin Mo was among the top three super strongmen, decisive and ruthless in his actions, how could he tolerate such 'humiliation'

.

"Rain King, leave this guy to me." Lin Mo patted Rain King's shoulder, gradually walking towards the opponent.

Rain King slowly unclenched his fists, but his gaze was fiercely fixed on the youth called Brother Hong, understanding inside that he wasn't a match for the opponent in terms of strength.

"This guy really knows how to show off." Chen Yan hummed softly, arms folded, looking on as though watching a show.

As Lin Mo stepped forward, the aura of his body began to rise continuously, erupting at an extremely fast speed, forming a powerful suppression, the Star Wheel Universe Map automatically spinning. "Heh, let me see what kind of ability you trash have." Brother Hong's face showed an excited expression, eyes glinting with a cold light, licking his lips as he suddenly launched a fierce punch toward Lin Mo's face, with his fist enveloped in condensed True Yuan, carrying

a Gang Wind. The Gang Wind clung to his fist, forming a cone-shaped vortex in front of it, coming aggressively.

Lin Mo's eyelids twitched slightly, his right palm simultaneously gathering True Yuan, forcefully colliding against the charging fist. The fist slammed into the palm, the clash of two powerful True Yuan formations creating an energy fluctuation that spread out, lifting all the dust off the ground.

Bam!

This pure clash of power wasn't particularly shocking in spectacle, yet it was an incredibly solid impact; such power was naturally not weak, and those with slightly weaker strength staggered in the reverberations.

Brother Hong staggered back two steps, while Lin Mo stepped back one step, instantly making the disparity clear. This test caused Brother Hong to put away his nonchalant expression, inspecting his arm, which had unexpectedly formed a thin layer of transparent ice crystal, exuding a biting cold energy, "Kid, underestimated you indeed, but... I'll make you

beg me crying."

Saying this, Brother Hong's figure again darted forward, elusive like running lightning, fist again fiercely striking, with speed much faster this time, forming countless fist shadows that enveloped Lin Mo's figure densely.

This kind of battle, naturally, lacks the grandiose destruction of mountains and land; true experts aim to concentrate the True Yuan together to cause heavier damage to the enemy.

A punch that causes a mountain collapse is unquestionably a waste of energy for cultivators of the same rank.

Facing the overwhelming fist shadows, carrying immense pressure, Lin Mo's expression tightened, stepping back rapidly, sliding backward to temporarily avoid the sharp edge!

"Only knows how to scurry like a rat." Brother Hong shouted furiously, his figure quickly following.

"Heavy Sword without Edge!" Lin Mo's eyes suddenly shot out two radiant beams, concentrating the True Yuan within on his right arm, aligning his index and middle fingers to form a sword, abruptly 'striking' toward the charging Brother Hong. A stark suppression was born instantly, making Brother Hong's sprinting face

change.

The sudden attack paired with Brother Hong's speed made evasion impossible. An arm like a sword struck Brother Hong's body, sending him flying like a cut kite, heavily crashing to the ground with a mouthful of fresh blood spurting out. On the line where Lin Mo had slashed, a cold frosty mark was left behind, a result of Lin Mo's one-month cultivation with the Ice Cloud Netherworld Record, making the True Yuan contain chilly energy. Plus, with the Quenching of True Yuan in the meridians' Shattered Star Stone, the True Yuan became one degree more condensed.

Seeing Brother Hong flying back, the few youths accompanying him turned pale, evidently not expecting such an outcome, knowing full well Brother Hong was one of the more outstanding among them, yet suffered quite a setback in Lin Mo's hands.

"True Dragon Fist!"

Lin Mo's gaze was ferocious, giving Brother Hong no chance to react, once again swiftly landing a fierce punch, shattering the air, forming a golden True Dragon Energy, roaring toward Brother Hong.

Given the sinister intentions of his opponent, Lin Mo didn't plan to hold back; such people must be fiercely dealt with.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly blocked in front of Brother Hong, extending his palm to form a vortex, astonishingly swallowing the 'Golden Dragon True Essence' inside, disappearing cleanly.

Witnessing such a scene made Lin Mo narrow his eyes slightly, a trace of surprise leaking from the corners.

His True Dragon Fist, though not a very formidable martial art, few could easily defend against it.

Even Lord Tao, standing silently in the crowd, upon seeing this person appear, had his eyelids twitch slightly, his face subtly changing. Lin Mo, frowning with sword-like brows, looked at the opponent, also a youth, dressed in black with gold-trimmed tight clothes, with long ink-black hair, his aura intense and refined, no less compared to Lord Tao, even a degree higher, likely reaching the intermediate level of the Galactic class.

"Haven't learned much skill, stirring up trouble at arrival; if Manager Zhou finds out, no one can save you." The black-clothed youth pulled back his hand, turned his head, and looked at Brother Hong lying on the ground, speaking indifferently.

Brother Hong, seeing this person, also showed a trace of fear, quickly standing up, and respectfully said, "Brother Ling, I understand, however... this kid came looking for trouble with me first."

"No matter who found trouble with whom, losing brings disgrace to our Hong Family." Hong Ling said coldly.

"I understand, Brother Ling." After Hong Ling finished speaking, he looked at Lin Mo, his gaze filled with a frosty chill, "Everyone, you should be the cultivators from Blue Star; Hong Tao is my disciple, and we are all from Qionglong Star. We now count as fellows within the sect, do not cause trouble, or else if Manager Zhou finds out, punishment can't be avoided."

With that, Hong Ling led Hong Tao and several other youths hastily forward, but when passing by Lin Mo, Hong Ling paused, "Your strength is impressive; if there's an opportunity, Hong Ling would like to spar." "Time is plenty; there will be chances in the future." Lin Mo said calmly.