My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

The violent force of the punch sent Lin Mo's hair flying.

His intuition told him that he couldn't block this punch!

Just as the buzz-cut man's fist was less than a foot away from Lin Mo's face, Lin Mo stepped out with his right foot, leaned back, and kept his back at an angle of about 45 degrees to the ground.

At that moment, his body seemed to defy gravity, using his left foot as a fulcrum to spin half a circle in a strange way, and then stomped heavily on the bluestone slab on the ground with his right foot, quickly widening the distance.

Such agility is comparable to that of a ghost!

Standing behind Li Qingqing, Chunzhu said softly, "Overbearing Fist, Level 4 Martial Artist Ice Wolf."

Then, after a moment's hesitation, she spoke again: "Miss, the movement technique Lin Mo used is top-tier even among Earth-level movement techniques, and might even be... Heaven-level!"

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Level," Li Qingqing's pupils contracted, and she stared blankly at Lin Mo in the arena. "Heavenly Level? Does that mean Lin Mo is related to one of those beings on the Red List?"

Chunzhu remained silent, sighing repeatedly in her heart.

In the world of ancient martial arts, neither heaven-level techniques nor heaven-level movement techniques are something that ordinary martial artists can come into contact with in their entire lives. Over time, many martial artists have come to believe that heaven-level techniques and heaven-level movement techniques do not exist.

In reality, Heaven-level cultivation techniques and Heaven-level movement techniques do exist, but they are collected and monopolized by a few individuals on the Red List.

The reason why Li Qingqing showed such a complicated expression after hearing about the Heavenly-level movement technique was entirely because of the White-Clad Sword God who ranked first on the Red List.

If you are not one of the inheritors of these traditions, no matter how fortunate you are, you will never be able to learn Heavenly-level techniques and Heavenly-level movement methods.

If Lin Mo's movement technique is indeed at the Heavenly level, then he must be the inheritor of someone on the Red List, and there is only one sword cultivator on the Red List.

That's the White-Clad Sword God!

In the field.

Just as Lin Mo dodged the buzz-cut man's attack, an extremely sharp sword aura struck from his right rear.

A chill ran through him, raising goosebumps on his back. The momentum of his backward movement suddenly vanished, and he came to an instant in a way that defied the laws of physics.

The cold blade grazed the back of his head, severing a few strands of hair.

This experience of being on the edge of a knife truly gave Lin Mo a fright.

so close!

If the reaction had been even half a second slower, it might not have been hair that was shaved off, but rather the scalp!

Chunzhu continued, "The Fine Water Sword Technique, by Liu Xun, a fourth-level martial artist."

In an instant, Lin Mo created a distance of four or five meters. When he looked up, his playful attitude was gone, and his serious eyes revealed a faint killing intent.

Those who kill me, I may also kill!

This was a phrase Duan Ya often said, but Lin Mo hadn't taken it to heart until this moment, when he finally understood its true meaning.

Showing even the slightest mercy to the enemy is irresponsible to oneself!

The man with the buzz cut and the man in sunglasses also sensed the subtle change in Lin Mo's aura, and the murderous intent in their eyes was no longer concealed.

Initially, the two of them really didn't want to offend a young genius like Lin Mo whose origins were unknown.

But that was only at the beginning. The moment they took action, their mindsets had already changed.

Since we've chosen to offend them, then... we'll nip it in the bud!

Lin Mo turned to Li Qingqing and asked, "Sister, can I borrow a sword from you?"

Li Qingqing snapped back to reality, suppressed the complex emotions surging within her, and calmly instructed, "Chunzhu, go get it."

"Yes!"

Half a minute later, when Chunzhu returned with her sword, Lin Mo was in dire straits. Facing the attacks of Ice Wolf and Liu Xun, he was unable to retaliate and could only dodge.

The rapidly depleting strength made Lin Mo feel extremely distressed.

The saying goes, "You only realize how little you know when you need it," and the same applies to martial arts.

Previously, Lin Mo sometimes felt that Duan Ya was somewhat cold-blooded because the martial arts training plans Duan Ya devised were inhumanly extravagant, treating him like an animal.

Now, Lin Mo understood why Duan Ya had done that.

No matter how hard you train, it's just a little tiring.

But if you are not strong enough when facing a powerful enemy, you will lose your life!

"Catch the sword."

An ancient-looking sword flew towards Lin Mo. He was immediately alerted, quickly pulled away, and leaped into the air.

The moment he took the sword, his aura surged, and his eyes sharpened.

Ice Wolf and Liu Xun gave Lin Mo no time to catch his breath and attacked again.

This time, Lin Mo did not dodge; his gaze remained fixed on the ancient sword in his hand.

Ice Wolf's fist and Liu Xun's sword pierced through the air.

There was no emotion left in Lin Mo's eyes, and his pupils became empty.

He is the sword, and the sword is him!

The moment the ancient sword was wielded, countless swords appeared in the air, and the clanging sounds of their collisions rang out one after another.

Ice Wolf and Liu Xun's attacks were blocked, and before they could continue their attacks, Lin Mo's attack arrived.

The extremely fast swordplay forced the two to retreat steadily.

Under the barrage of attacks, both men had sustained several injuries.

Although the injuries were not serious, it was one against two, and the opponents were young, and the opponents had already exhausted most of their strength, yet the two of them were the first to be injured.

The ice wolf was furious and roared.

The muscles in his upper body swelled again, and blood vessels as thick as electrical wires snaked across his arms like tiny snakes, making him look extremely creepy.

Liu Xun's eyes were icy cold. He swung his soft sword, and sword flowers appeared in the air, one after another... In the blink of an eye, the number of sword flowers had reached over a hundred.

A hint of worry flashed across Li Qingqing's eyes, "Can it be blocked?"

Can it be stopped?

Can't stop!

At this moment, Lin Mo's wrist had reached its limit, and his physical strength was nearing exhaustion.

The counterattack just now used up all my strength.

He was still able to stand at this moment, relying entirely on his willpower. His clenched right fist slowly fell, his wrist lost its strength, and the ancient sword fell to the ground.

This scene made Li Qingqing's expression tighten, "Chunzhu!"

"Miss, it's too late..."

Before Chunzhu could finish speaking, Lin Mo, who was in the arena, closed his eyes and shouted, "Master, if you don't come out soon, your disciple will die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Mo—it was Duan Ya.

Duan Ya casually waved his sleeve at the attack from Bing Lang and Liu Xun. The two felt an invisible energy strike their chests, and their bodies flew backward uncontrollably, spitting out blood.

When they fell to the ground, all the tendons and veins in their bodies were severed, rendering them completely useless.

Without even glancing at the two people on the ground, Duan Ya turned around and patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, "Two mere level four martial artists have driven you to this extent? Shameful!"

Lin Mo's face was deathly pale, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he grimaced and gasped for breath, "Master, would it kill you to praise me?"

"No, but it will be uncomfortable."

"..."

Chapter 258 Eighth-Level Sword Cultivator!

Lin Mo rolled his eyes as he panted, "Master, I don't have the energy to argue with you right now."

As he spoke, he leaned against the cliff face as if he had no bones.

Duan Ya pushed Lin Mo away with obvious disdain, and without saying a word, slapped him on the back with his right hand.

A warm energy swept over Lin Mo's entire body, and in the blink of an eye, the feeling of exhaustion disappeared.

Although it's still not at its peak, its physical strength has recovered to at least half.

Such amazing skills amazed Lin Mo, who spared no effort in flattering him, "Master is indeed Master, you can tell how good he is just by looking at him."

Duan Ya glanced at Lin Mo, then, with his hands behind his back, gave his assessment of Lin Mo's previous battle: "Your performance was barely passable, but your actual combat ability is still too weak. Go back and train more!"

"As ordered."

Lin Mo clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Having personally experienced the perilous situation just now, he was extremely eager for strength.

Not far away, Jinlian gripped her father's arm tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Dad, what do we do now?"

Jin Hai's expression was more solemn than ever before. Looking at the cliff a dozen meters away, he felt a strange sense of trembling in his soul.

"Sir, I think today's events must be a misunderstanding."

no way!

The man who suddenly appeared in front of them used only one move to knock down Ice Wolf and Liu Xun, both level four martial artists, so they couldn't get up.

Such strength is simply beyond comprehension.

It's best to avoid offending such a person if possible.

Losing face is better than losing your life!

Jin Hai knows more about ancient martial arts than the average person.

"Misunderstand?"

Duan Ya looked at Jin Hai expressionlessly, "Since it's a misunderstanding, then kneel down and apologize to my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Jin Hai's face turned extremely ugly. "Sir, there's no need to be so aggressive. I, Jin, have some influence in Yancheng. If we really break off relations, it won't benefit anyone."

"cut--"

A look of disdain flashed in Duanya's eyes. "Aren't you overestimating yourself? You think you can negotiate with me for anything, no matter how low you want to go? How laughable."

His words were full of sarcasm.