Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Zhou Hai took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Liu Biao.

Liu Biao's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's it, Master will deal with this traitor first.

Xu Ling'er immediately stopped crying and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If they didn't choose her, there's still a chance for survival.

Zhao Zheng leaned against the wall, glanced at Xu Ling'er and Liu Biao, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Senior Brother, you were the first to kneel down, and now you're the first to die. You deserve it."

Zhou Hai walked up to Liu Biao, looked down at him, and slowly raised his right hand.

Knowing that there was a huge gap in strength between him and Zhou Hai, and that resistance was futile, Liu Biao closed his eyes in despair.

The next second, Zhou Hai moved.

He turned around abruptly, and the blue brick beneath his feet shattered into pieces with a crack.

He shot forward like a cannonball, hurtling towards Chen Mo in the main seat. He gathered his inner strength, clenched his right fist, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

This happened too quickly.

Liu Biao suddenly opened his eyes and froze on the spot.

Zhao Zheng's smile froze for half a second, then he was overjoyed.

He took a big step forward, clenched his fists, and roared.

"Master! Don't kill him, let me finish him off!"

Xu Ling'er smiled happily. As long as Chen Mo died, they wouldn't have to play this stupid game anymore.

"Master, kill him! Kill him now!"

Zhou Hai's fist stopped in front of Chen Mo.

An invisible ripple spread out, and Zhou Hai's tiger's mouth was directly shattered, with blood flowing down between his fingers.

Chen Mo held his teacup without even lifting his eyelids.

The tea in the cup was as smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple.

Zhao Zheng's smile froze on his face.

"Impossible... Master is in the mid-stage of the True Transformation Realm... How could this be..."

Zhou Hai gritted his teeth, and using the momentum, twisted his waist in mid-air, slamming his left leg down hard on Chen Mo's head.

It crashed into that invisible barrier, the shock making his leg bones go numb.

Before he even landed, he flicked his sleeve, and three poisoned flying needles shot out, aiming straight for Chen Mo's brow.

The three flying needles stopped three inches in front of Chen Mo's brow.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"A sneak attack? Is that all you've got?"

He casually slapped out with his right hand.

With a muffled "plop".

The palm strike hit Zhou Hai in the chest, sending him flying backward and crashing through the wall with a loud bang.

Zhou Hai fell onto the stone slabs of the courtyard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his chest caved in.

"Grandmaster!"

Zhou Hai instantly regretted the foolish decision he had just made!

He quickly took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a healing pill, and swallowed it.

He struggled to his feet and walked back step by step, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Before long, he stood in front of his three apprentices again.

Liu Biao was the first to come to his senses.

He glanced at Zhao Zheng, who was still in a daze, and pounced on him without saying a word, his five fingers forming claws, aiming straight for Zhao Zheng's throat.

Zhao Zheng was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He hurriedly raised his hand to block, but he was only at the Inner Strength Realm and could not withstand Liu Biao, who was at the Qi Control Realm.

A palm struck his shoulder, and Zhao Zheng staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the wall.

Liu Biao wanted to continue his attack, but a blood-stained hand suddenly reached out and gripped Liu Biao's wrist tightly.

It's Zhou Hai.

His mouth was full of blood, but his hand was as steady as an iron clamp.

Liu Biao struggled twice, but didn't budge.

"Don't touch him."

Zhou Hai's voice was terribly hoarse, and with each word he uttered, blood and foam seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and almost burst into tears.

"Master! I knew you loved me the most!"

Zhou Hai ignored him.

He slowly turned around, looked at Chen Mo in the main seat, and knelt down directly.

"Young master, I made a mistake just now..."

Chen Mo casually waved his hand to interrupt Zhou Hai.

He had no intention of letting anyone go; he just wanted to watch the show.

"I understand, I understand. He's just eager to save his disciple. If I were in his shoes, I would have done the same."

Zhou Hai couldn't quite figure out Chen Mo's temper, but he still wanted to fight for a chance to survive.

"Young master, does the rule you just mentioned, that four people survive and two live, still stand?"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, blew on the foam in his teacup, and slowly began to speak.

"It counts. But let's change it."

He glanced at Zhou Hai and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"If you want to live, you have to kill Zhao Zheng with your own hands."

"I remember, you loved him the most, didn't you?"

The moment those words were spoken, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Hai froze on the spot, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The joy on Zhao Zheng's face froze instantly. He stared wide-eyed and shook his head frantically.

"Master...you wouldn't...you said you would pass the position of sect leader to me...you even raised me like your own son..."

Zhou Hai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, coughed violently, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, he walked towards Zhao Zheng.

His steps were unsteady, each step leaving a trail of blood, but he didn't deviate from his direction in the slightest.

Zhao Zheng was so frightened that he stepped back and his back slammed against the wall with a thud.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his voice became shrill and distorted.

"Master! I've followed you for ten years! You can't kill me! The future of the martial arts school cannot do without me!"

Zhou Hai remained unmoved.

Zhao Zheng's crying suddenly stopped.

He looked up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

Since his master refused to protect him, he would fight to the death, even if it meant taking Chen Mo down with him to avenge his clan.

Zhao Zheng roared and charged toward Chen Mo.

"It's all your fault! I'll kill you!"

He had only taken two steps when a hand gripped the back of his neck tightly.

Zhao Zheng's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened but he couldn't utter a sound.

His hand was still outstretched in front of him, fingers spread, then it fell limply to the ground.

On the other side, Liu Biao turned around and pounced on Xu Ling'er.

Xu Ling'er screamed and threw a punch in retaliation, but she was only at the early stage of the Inner Strength Realm, which was no match for her.

Liu Biao grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back, and cracked it with a crisp sound.

Xu Ling'er screamed in pain, and with her other hand she scratched wildly at Liu Biao's face, leaving several bloody marks on his cheek with her fingernails.

Liu Biao remained expressionless, and with his other hand, he grabbed her neck.

Xu Ling'er kicked her legs twice, then quickly fell silent, her eyes still open, her face filled with fear and resentment.

Liu Biao released his grip, wiped the blood from his face, and didn't even look at the person on the ground.

Both sides stopped simultaneously.

Zhou Hai straightened up, Liu Biao turned his head, the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Smack."

"Smack."

Two crisp claps rang out sharply in the quiet living room.

Chen Mo put down his teacup and clapped his hands slowly twice.

As the applause subsided, only Zhou Hai's heavy breathing and Liu Biao's suppressed breathing remained in the living room.

Chen Mo tapped the armrest lightly twice with his fingertips.

Liu Biao's heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

"Master Zhou, how does it feel to have killed your most beloved disciple with your own hands?"

Zhou Hai gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

"You said... two of them could survive."

Chen Mo tilted his head and pretended to think for a moment.

Did I say that? Oh, I think I did.

He leaned forward, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"But I set the rules. If I can change them once, I can change them a second time. You don't really think..."

He leaned back in his chair.

"I'll let you leave alive, okay?"

Zhou Hai's pupils contracted sharply, and his blood felt ice-cold.

Liu Biao's face turned pale instantly.

Although I had a premonition, hearing those words with my own ears still felt like someone was strangling me.

"From the moment you step through this door..."

Chen Mo picked up his teacup.

"I have no intention of letting any of them go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Biao knelt down with a thud and slammed his head hard on the stone slab, making a loud thud.

"Young master, spare my life! Young master! I still have a use! I know Zhou Hai's secret! I'll trade this secret for my life!"

Zhou Hai suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared.

"Liu Biao! You traitorous beast!"