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Iron Wall Pass.

The pass is nestled between two towering cliffs, like a natural chasm cleaved open by a giant.

The only official road passes through this natural canyon.

The wall is over thirty meters high and is made entirely of huge black rocks, with no gaps between them.

The walls were covered with trestle arrows and observation ports, giving it a commanding position that made it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Lin Mo led the Xuanjia Army to the foot of the pass. Looking up at the majestic pass, his heart sank slightly.

This place is practically an impregnable fortress.

Ordinary siege weapons are simply ineffective in this terrain.

The good news is that the soldiers strutting around on the city walls looked rather pathetic.

They were all old men, wearing ill-fitting armor that was askew on their bodies.

The long spear he was holding looked more like a crutch; it swayed precariously and seemed about to fall over in the wind.

It seems Wu Zhong really did bring all his capable fighters with him.

The rest are probably a group of retired cadres waiting for their pensions.

Lin Mo began to think about how to break in.

A direct assault is definitely not an option; the losses would be enormous.

Should they try to persuade him to surrender?

These old men probably can't hear very well.

Just then, a lame old man, leaning on a long spear, appeared at the top of the city wall.

Behind him followed a fat man and several equally ugly officers.

That old man was none other than Wang Jin.

He leaned half his body down and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Who goes there!"

His voice was very loud, but after shouting, he coughed violently several times, and the people next to him quickly patted his back to help him catch his breath.

Lin Mo's lips twitched involuntarily.

At your age, why are you trying to be strong?

But then he took a breath and shouted back at the top of his lungs.

"A junk collector!"

"Cough cough... Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jin, who was on the city wall, almost tumbled off the wall.

The fat man named Li Gui next to him quickly helped him up.

Wang Jin steadied himself, his old face flushed red, and pointed at Lin Mo below, cursing angrily.

"Bullshit!"

"You're Lin Mo! Don't think I don't know you!"

"We don't have any junk here! Get the hell out of here if you know what's good for you! Or I'll piss on you and kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo was not angry at all. Instead, he pointed at Wang Jindao on the wall.

"Why isn't there any junk?"

"Aren't you just a piece of junk?"

"Wu Zhong led an army of 50,000, preferring to take all his family's wealth with him rather than take you with him."

"What? You think you're too slow because you have a limp?"

"Or do you think you're too old? We'd have to prepare a coffin for you on the battlefield?"

These words, like red-hot iron needles, pierced Wang Jin's heart.

What he hates most is people making fun of his lameness and age!

"You! You snot-nosed brat!"

Wang Jin was so angry that he started cursing.

"Back when I was fighting on the battlefield, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"

"A gigolo like you who climbed the social ladder by relying on women dares to yell at me? Bah!"

Wang Jin was so angry that he spat out words.

"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice! I've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads!"

"Do you really think that by using some underhanded tactics and winning a battle, you're invincible?"

"Believe it or not, I'll come down here and snap your neck with one hand! I'll show you what a real battlefield warrior is!"

Wang Jin cursed more and more fiercely, his chest heaving violently, feeling as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

But as he was cursing, he suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, he burst into laughter again.

"Hahahaha!"

"Lin Mo, you little brat, trying to outsmart me?"

"Trying to provoke me into opening the city gates and fighting you to the death?"

Wang Jin, leaning on his spear, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"You're still too green!"

"Let me tell you! Don't even mention cursing me a few times. Even if you dug my mother out of her grave and insulted her right in front of me!"

"I will never open the gates of this ironclad pass!"

Wang Jin tapped the city wall beneath his feet with the butt of his spear, producing a dull thud.

"See that? This is called Iron Wall Pass! One man can hold it against ten thousand!"

"Back in the day, when the northern barbarians invaded, an army of 100,000 men spent three months trying to conquer this place but failed!"

"Don't even mention your ten thousand or more; even if you brought a hundred thousand or a million, you'd still be stuck here staring blankly at me!"

"Want to beat this level? Dream on!"

"If you're so capable, then fly up here! Hahahaha!"

Seeing Wang Jin's arrogant "what can you do to me?" attitude on the city wall, Lin Mo couldn't help but curl his lips.

They're old hands; not easily fooled.

Fine, since the provocation tactic isn't working, I'll stop wasting time.

Lin Mo stopped smiling and began to carefully examine the walls of Tiebi Pass.

Then, under Qin Ruxue's puzzled gaze, he suddenly bent down, squatted, and jumped lightly twice.

It looked like they were doing warm-up exercises before doing some kind of radio calisthenics.

Qin Ruxue was somewhat puzzled.

"Lin Mo, what... are you doing?"

On the city wall, Wang Jin was too far away to see clearly, but he could see Lin Mo jumping around.

He thought his words had worked, which made Lin Mo so angry that he stomped his feet on the spot.

He laughed even harder and turned to wink at Li Gui beside him.

"See that, Fatty Li? That kid's jumping up and down in anger because of me! Haha, he's a hundred years too late to mess with me!"

Li Gui also smiled ingratiatingly, but as he smiled, the expression on his face became increasingly strange, even showing a hint of shock.

"Brother Wang... Brother Wang..."

"No... why... why did he rush over here!?"

Wang Jin's smile vanished, and he abruptly turned around.

Outside the pass, a black figure was seen rushing alone towards Iron Wall Pass at an incredible speed.

"Lin Mo! What are you doing!"

Qin Ruxue let out a gasp.

Lin Mo didn't even turn his head, only throwing a sentence over from afar.

"Don't worry! I'll go upstairs and open the door!"

Before he finished speaking, his speed increased again!

His entire figure left a long afterimage across the wilderness, like a black arrow shot towards the city wall!

"What...what does he want to do!?"

"One person...to conquer a city?"

On the high wall, Wang Jin, Li Gui, and all the soldiers guarding the city were dumbfounded.

They stared at the approaching shadow, their minds blank, completely unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

While everyone was still in a daze, Lin Mo had already rushed to the foot of the city wall.

He did not slow down.

Instead, it leaps up at the very moment it is about to hit the wall.

Boom!

A dull, loud bang.

Lin Mo's feet landed firmly on the almost vertical wall.

Centered on his footing, a shallow indentation was created on the hard rock surface, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

Using this terrifying reaction force, Lin Mo's body shot up again like a cannonball.

Wang Jin and the others were horrified to see that the dark figure on the wall was starting vertical parkour in a way that violated Newton's laws.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Lin Mo used his toes to gain leverage against the wall, and each step left a shallow dent and a muffled thud in the wall.

And so, stepping on the leverage points he had carved out himself, he climbed upwards step by step—no, leap by leap!