The First Sage of Military Strategists

"Master, there's something I don't understand. With your current strength, you could kill Han Qing directly. Why wait until a year later?" Lin Motong suddenly asked.

The leader of the Mohist school said in a deep voice, "Killing Han Qing is not very meaningful to me. What I want is the Heavenly Dao fortune on his body."

This fortune will reach its peak in a year. At that time, I will strike and kill it, thus seizing this fortune, which will be most beneficial to me.

"I see. Master's foresight is truly admirable," Lin Motong exclaimed.

Just then, the leader of the Mohist school suddenly looked up, and his figure vanished, appearing outside the Heavenly Craft Workshop.

His eyes narrowed as he saw a figure flying rapidly from afar—it was Han Qing.

After determining the location of the leader of the Mohist school, he immediately set off from Yuelu Academy and flew 100,000 miles in an instant.

The distance from Sichuan to the north may seem far, but in reality, it's only a blink of an eye.

"Han Qing, the decisive battle is a year from now. Are you trying to disrupt my plans by coming here now? Heh, wouldn't it be better to live another year?" The leader of the Mo family was so intelligent that he saw through Han Qing's thoughts in an instant.

Han Qing said coldly, "I don't care what you're planning a year from now. Right now, I just want to kill you. That way, whatever schemes or tricks you have will just vanish into thin air."

The leader of the Mohist school smiled: "Your approach is indeed simple and brutal. However, with your current strength, you are far from capable of killing me. Do you think you are invincible? Let me tell you the truth, I am the strongest in this world. People say that the Mohist school fears the imperial court, but in reality, I have no rivals in my eyes. Whether it is Emperor Yu or Han Yi, they are nothing but clowns in my eyes. I can kill them with a flick of my hand. My true goal is to become the strongest in the outer world of Pan Yuan. You are the one destined by heaven in this world. I will borrow your fortune to help me reach the pinnacle, and you will also be famous for eternity. It's a win-win situation, so why struggle?"

Upon hearing this, Han Qing laughed and said, "I didn't expect you old devil to have such a big plan. I'm curious, what's the basis for your self-proclaimed status as the number one person in the world? Are you just a frog in a well, or do you really have the ability? I'll find out soon enough."

Without further ado, Han Qing made his move. He didn't want to waste any more time with this old ghost. The Mo family was a sacred place with a history of thousands of years, and there were still many powerful figures in the sect. If he delayed any longer, these powerful figures would arrive, and his situation would become even more dangerous.

Han Qing's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was standing behind the leader of the Mo family, raising his hand and throwing a punch.

Unexpectedly, the punch missed its mark, hitting only air. The shockwave generated by the punch shattered the icebergs in front of them.

Han Qing raised an eyebrow and saw the figure of the Mo family leader appear tens of thousands of miles away in an instant. This teleportation method was exactly the same as his previous method. It was also an extension of the true meaning of martial arts, and then the meaning reached the body. There was not a trace of fluctuation of the power of the magic, so it was silent and impossible to defend against.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Mohist leader opposite him: "You actually opened 9999 apertures? Impossible, who exactly are you?"

He knew all too well how difficult it was to open 9999 acupoints. Han Qing had risen from an insignificant martial artist to the pinnacle of martial arts in just a few years, a speed that was beyond explanation.

This completely disrupted his plans, because once a martial artist reaches this level, their ability to survive will be enhanced to an unbelievable degree. Han Qing might lose, but he will never die; no one can kill him.

What's even more frightening is that if Han Qing is given a year, who knows how much he will have grown after that year? He had always thought he could completely defeat Han Qing, but now his thoughts were wavering.

"Today, you must die!"

The moment this thought arose, a surge of murderous intent erupted in the mind of the Mohist leader. There was no turning back once the arrow was released; since he wasn't confident he could kill Han Qing a year from now, he would kill him today. He hated the feeling of everything slipping out of his control. Suddenly, he vanished from his spot once more, abruptly appearing above Han Qing's head, raising his hand to strike down with a palm.

Han Qing also made a move at the same time, striking upwards with a palm. The two palms collided with a loud bang, and the surrounding icebergs were affected, instantly collapsing and turning into dust. The world instantly turned into a white expanse.

Immediately afterwards, the two engaged in close combat under this open sky.

The two figures were constantly flashing and changing positions, and while changing positions, they were constantly exchanging blows with their fists and feet, causing one fierce collision after another, which caused the earth to crack, the sea to tremble, and the mountains to collapse.

Lin Motong was still in the Tiangong Workshop. Through the workshop, he could barely observe the movements of the two people, and he was shocked.

He knew very well that his master was so powerful, but he never expected that Han Qing would also have such abnormal combat strength, being able to open 9999 acupoints. This growth rate was truly inexplicable by common sense.

Suddenly, a white mist emanated from both of them, spreading throughout the world in an instant.

The white mist was manifested by two martial arts intents, which quickly enveloped the sky. Then, the two intents collided fiercely, and for a moment, loud booming sounds echoed everywhere.

This is a contest of true martial arts essence. Both streams of white mist are manifesting myriad phenomena, yet they are quite different.

Han Qing's martial arts essence has the meaning of overturning mountains and rivers and recreating the universe, while the martial arts essence of the Mo family leader reveals an extreme coldness and ruthlessness, giving the feeling that all things under the sky are ants.

These two martial arts essences collided continuously, and any magical thought that entered them would be instantly annihilated unless one could reach the second or even third stage of the Rainbow Transformation Realm. Therefore, neither of them could use magic, and they were simply competing in martial arts realm.

Whoever has the superior martial arts essence will be able to control this world and manipulate time and space at will, while the defeated party will be at a great disadvantage and may not even be able to save their life.

At a certain moment, a loud bang was heard, and the two figures flashed, separating at the same time. They also gathered the white mist that had spread outwards to their sides, forming an air shield.

“You old devil are indeed quite capable. I can’t kill you now, but you will die in a year, and the Mo family will be expelled.”

Han Qing did not linger any longer. The martial arts contest had not yet yielded a winner, and the two sides were evenly matched with very little difference in strength. Continuing to fight would only be a meaningless entanglement. Even if one side were to win in the end, the other side would be severely injured, which might give others an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

As he spoke, Han Qing's figure vanished from the spot, instantly flying away from the far north ice plains.

Everything returned to calm. Lin Motong flew out of the Heavenly Craft Workshop, still shaken.

"Master, Han Qing is truly terrifying. How could someone open 9999 acupoints in such a short time? Could it be that his comprehension is so high that he can understand all martial arts techniques with just one glance?"

The leader of the Mohist school had a glint in his eyes. This battle had revolutionized his understanding, giving him a clearer recognition of Han Qing's strength. Previously, he had underestimated Han Qing, but now he realized that his previous thoughts were completely wrong. Han Qing was a truly terrifying existence that could threaten his life. (End of Chapter)