Chapter 119
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
"Kill!"
The skinny youth from the Ulti-mystery Sect punched a powerful blow after a shout.
"Vajra Destruction Fist!"
Although this disciple was skinny, his fistplay was very forceful.
His fist force was as weighty as a mountain that could destroy everything.
Whoosh!
Su Mo eluded quickly, leaving behind his shadow, and avoided the opponent's attack.
The next instant, Su Mo appeared behind the opponent and stabbed at his heart.
The brightness of the sword radiance pierced through the air, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
Huff!
The skinny youth was indeed a talent in Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm. He reacted quickly. As he turned around, his fist smashed onto the sword radiance.
Boom!
The hit was enough to make both of them flew backwards.
"You've great combat force!"
Su Mo squinted his eyes.
This guy's talent was not comparable to Zuo Qiu, but his combat force was more powerful. He was indeed a genius in Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm.
"It's impossible for you to defeat me!" the skinny youth looked at Su Mo coldly and said.
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"Is that so?"
Su Mo sneered and said nonchalantly, "You'll die before the fifth movement!"
He was confident about that.
"Within five movements?"
The skinny youth raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Brazen arrogance is ignorance. I shall see how you can kill me in less than five movements."
The skinny youth did not take Su Mo's words to heart but his face was grave.
It was obvious that he did not take Su Mo lightly.
Su Mo shook his head without another word, sped towards his opponent.
In a twinkle of an eye, he was near to the opponent and attacked with his sword.
"Divine Wind Swordplay—Gale Blade!"
The sharp blade pierced through the air as though it came down from the heavens and moved towards the skinny youth.
"Martial Soul!"
In face of this powerful blow, the skinny youth let out his Martial Soul.
This person's Martial Soul was a huge Ape with extremely long arms.
The Ape had eight yellow haloes on its body.
Martial Soul of the Rank 8 Human Class.
"Destroy!"
Having let out his Martial Soul, the youth's imposing manner increased tremendously. His fist hit the oncoming blade.
Boom!
The fist and the blade collided so that there was an explosion.
The blade was broken into pieces.
The skinny youth moved five steps backwards.
"Divine Wind Swordplay—Swirling Winds and Clouds!"
Su Mo immediately threw another blow without giving his opponent a chance to catch his breath.
The wind raged and the forceful wind accompanied the sword radiance.
Boom!
At the second stroke, the skinny youth moved back 18 steps.
"Divine Wind Swordplay—Wind Roaring in the Sky!"
Su Mo threw blows continually with the wind raging. The force of the wind blended into the sword momentum and created a powerful force.
Boom!
This round, the skinny youth could not withstand the blow and was thrown off.
Pfft!
The skinny youth squirted a mouthful of fresh blood while in the air.
"How can this be?"
The skinny youth was shocked. He was heavily injured in just three blows.
This was unbelievable.
Whoosh!
Before the skinny youth could reach the ground, Su Mo immediately rushed out.
Su Mo flew into the air and attacked him again with Wind Roaring in the Sky.
Slash!
This blow tore apart the skinny youth's body and blood fell like raindrops from the sky.
Bang!
The skinny youth's broken body fell onto the ground. He died.
Even though Su Mo had challenged a martial artist of a higher level than him, he still triumphed over him easily.
Su Mo looked at the corpse and was not surprised that he had killed the opponent in four blows.
He believed that none of the martial artists of Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm could withstand the blows from the Divine Wind Swordplay.
Even when he was taking on Zuo Qiu, Su Mo had only used the Swordplay of Wind Devil.
The Divine Wind Swordplay could multiply Su Mo's combat force again.
Having killed the skinny youth, Su Mo stood proudly at the field. His gaze fell on the troop of Ironforest Country again, with defiance in his eyes.
"Who's next? Who dares to challenge me?"
Su Mo's voice was domineering and insolent.
Although Su Mo was insolent, there was dead silence in the troop of Ironforest Country.
Senior Brother Wu's strength was considered very powerful among the martial artists of Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm.
Since Senior Brother Wu had been killed in just a few blows, no one else could defeat Su Mo.
"He's too powerful!"
"It's too outrageous!"
"His power's beyond imagination!"
All the disciples of the Ulti-mystery Sect looked gloomy. They found it hard to accept that a martial artist of Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm had swept the martial artists of Lv 3 and Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm.
"Senior Brother Su Mo's invincible!"
As Su Mo stood at the battlefield proudly, a loud shout came from the city wall of Guanwu City.
Upon hearing this voice, Su Mo smiled. This was the voice of Niu Xiaohu.
Followed by the shout from Niu Xiaohu, there was an uproar in the troop of Skymoon Country.
Many disciples of the Gale Island shouted out as well.
After then, the whole army of Skymoon Country shouted with excitement.
"Su Mo's invincible!"
"Su Mo's invincible! Skymoon's invincible!"
"..."
The uproar filled the air and noise traveled far and wide.
Everyone cheered for the youth who was standing at the battlefield.
At this moment, the spirit of the troop of Skymoon was extremely high.
However, the morale of the army of Ironforest Country was extremely low. Everyone looked ghastly.
"Su Mo, come back quickly!"
At this instance, Su Mo heard a small voice by his ears.
It was the sound transmission technique.
Martial artists of the Spiritual Martial Realm had the capability to use the sound transmission technique.
However, it would depend on the cultivation of the martial artist as to how far the sound could travel.
The sound transmission technique of a martial artist of Lv 1 Spiritual Martial Realm generally traveled about 100 meters.
For martial artists of Lv 9 Spiritual Martial Realm, the sound transmission technique could reach within 500 meters.
Upon hearing this voice, Su Mo raised his eyebrows.
This was Yuan Zhan's voice.
"Is Yuan Zhan about to attack initiatively?"
"He's right. The army of Skymoon's spirit now is highest. Now is the best time to start the war."
Without hesitation, Su Mo hurried off from the battlefield with superlative body movement.
At the next instance, Yuan Zhan made a roaring voice.
"Everyone listen up! We shall charge now!"
Yuan Zhan's voice was filled with power and it was heard by all.
"Charge!"
Yuan Zhan held a huge saber and was the first to charge out.
The Black Scale Army followed closely behind. The 50,000 soldiers of Skymoon Country attacked Ironforest Country, like a black stream of river rushing forward.
"Charge!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill…"
The large army shouted and the smell of death filled the air.
"Archers, get ready! Shoot!"
When Mo Tie saw the army of Skymoon Country started to attack, he quickly shouted.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
There was terrible loud noise.
Instantly, the sky was darkened and arrows covered the skies.
The army of Skymoon was well prepared. The soldiers who stood in front were holding big shields.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Two rounds of arrows flew across. After the lives of more than 300 people were lost, the armies of Skymoon Country and Ironforest Country started to fight.
"Kill! Kill! Kill…"
Instantly, the whole battlefield was filled with shouts that shook the earth.
The battle steeds galloped and neighed, the screams and shrills were continuously heard.
Fresh blood covered the earth.
The two troops kept attacking crazily.
In a war of such a big scale, lives were like grass of no value.
Every minute, every second, lives would be lost.
Within 15 minutes, thousands of people from both troops had lost their lives.
