Su Mo had never been this exasperated in his life. A ridiculously strong opponent shows up, only to turn out to be a total pervert—instead of just fighting, the guy kept trying to grope him.
Thankfully, he dodged fast enough. Otherwise…
The mere thought made his blood boil.
Hmph. Only I get to touch my girlfriend’s body—wherever I want! As for anyone else? In their dreams!
He’d originally considered faking defeat to gather intel, but now? No way. He wasn’t about to let some creep harass him.
Still, the guy’s reluctance to fight seriously worked in his favor—it gave him time to recover.
However, after multiple failed attempts to lay a hand on Su Mo, Ord finally lost patience. With a furious “Fuck!”, he stopped holding back.
Lecherous and sleazy as he was, there was no denying his strength. His physical prowess far surpassed Su Mo’s, and within just three exchanges, Su Mo was struggling to keep up.
“Rage Mantra!”
The moment Su Mo’s eyes turned red, two subtle pulses of “Great Destiny Art” silently settled over him and Ord.
Su Mo’s slender frame suddenly thrummed with explosive power, his aura oppressive, like a monarch descending upon the battlefield. Roughly estimating, the boost was still around threefold.
Ord was startled. How did this kid’s strength skyrocket in an instant? It’s like he’s a completely different person!
This time, Su Mo took the initiative. Ord blocked head-on without hesitation—in his mind, even the strongest D-tier couldn’t possibly threaten a B-tier.
Thunk—
The moment they clashed, the “Tetanus Blade” materialized out of nowhere, driven into Ord’s body with lightning speed.
“You—!” Ord’s face twisted in disbelief.
This time, Su Mo understood him perfectly. Smirking, he replied mockingly:
“‘You’ what? ‘Me’ don’t wanna talk to ‘you’ right now. ‘You’ shut up for ‘me’!”
Ord gritted his teeth, using his abdominal muscles to clamp down on the blade, trying to stop Su Mo from twisting it further. But the current Su Mo was terrifyingly strong—even a B-tier like Ord couldn’t easily overpower him.
Especially when his flesh was pitted against a divine weapon.
With a roar, Ord grabbed the blade with both hands, locking into a brutal contest of strength.
“Don’t want me to pull it out? Fine.” Su Mo’s lips curled coldly. “I’ll oblige.”
With a sudden surge of force, the blade plunged another foot deeper. The agony forced Ord’s grip to falter.
Seizing the opening, Su Mo yanked the blade free with a vicious tug.
Squelch.
A horrific gash split Ord’s abdomen, blood and viscera spilling out. The pain and sudden emptiness forced him to crumple like a wounded insect—a B-tier superhuman, brought low by sheer arrogance.
The wounds weren’t immediately fatal. With prompt stitching and treatment, his enhanced body could recover in time.
But Su Mo wasn’t about to give him that chance. The killing blow was moments away.
Yet Ord wasn’t completely helpless. He hastily bound the wound with his shirt and injected himself with an unknown drug. Instantly, his body stiffened, the pain seemingly vanishing.
“Die, you bastard!” All traces of lust were gone—now, Ord just wanted to finish the mission and get medical aid.
Rain began to fall, mirroring his mood—cold, miserable, and relentless.
January’s downpour was icy, the droplets biting into their skin. Combined with Xing City’s howling winds, it was a special kind of torture.
Three minutes into their battle, street lamps and trash bins had long been sent flying.
As for bystanders? Who the hell would stick around for this?
The effects of Rage Mantra were fading. Su Mo’s momentum waned.
Ord wasn’t faring much better. His gaping wound sapped his vitality, and despite the drugs, he was running on fumes. Worse, his body was beginning to malfunction—side effects he’d never experienced before, though they’d plagued other artificial superhumans.
“No… I’m the perfect specimen! This has to be that Chinese bastard’s doing!” Ord howled, charging at Su Mo like a madman.
The rain thickened. Su Mo could barely keep his eyes open. He dodged too late—Ord’s shoulder slammed into him, sending him flying.
Ord had fully succumbed to rage. Despite his worsening injuries and the grotesque mess of his abdomen, his fury fueled terrifying strength. Swinging a steel blade, he moved like a demon unleashed.
Su Mo twisted mid-air, landing deftly and swallowing another crimson fruit. He wanted to finish Ord with Mountain-Sea Fist, but his energy was too depleted—he couldn’t even muster Battle Heaven, Wrestle Earth, let alone his ultimate technique.
At that moment, Young Marshal and Sun Yuchen burst from hiding, intercepting Ord. Meanwhile, Huo Jingshu and Ye Qingyi rushed to Su Mo’s side.
But neither Young Marshal nor Sun Yuchen had Su Mo’s monstrous physique or top-tier techniques. Ord, still in his frenzy, swatted them aside effortlessly—Sun Yuchen even took a slash to the arm.
The might of a B-tier was no joke.
Seeing they couldn’t extract Su Mo in time, Huo Jingshu and Ye Qingyi shielded him without hesitation, unleashing every spell they had to buy even a second’s reprieve.
Watching them risk their lives for him, Su Mo was deeply moved.
But feeling grateful wasn’t enough. He could only watch helplessly as they got hurt.
Pure, unbridled fury ignited in his chest—and with it, the long-dormant Rage Mantra resurged.
Unlike before, this activation cost no spiritual energy. It was pure emotion.
Raindrops sizzled against the Yin Flames coating his skin, freezing into intricate frost patterns—ethereal and deadly.
Su Mo’s eyes widened in realization.
I’ve got it!
Stowing the Tetanus Blade, he gripped the Staff of Sorcery instead, channeling Yin Flames into it.
“Get back!” he barked at Huo Jingshu and Ye Qingyi.
Ord was already upon them, blade raised for a killing strike—when suddenly, Yin Flames erupted inside his body, seeping through his wounds. The bone-deep chill froze him mid-swing.
Seizing the opening, Su Mo yanked the two girls to safety.
“You—!” Huo Jingshu gaped at his seemingly full recovery.
Ye Qingyi pressed her lips together, silent—but the heartache in her eyes didn’t escape Su Mo.
Leaning close, he whispered tenderly:
“Good girl. Watch me perform a magic trick… the lethal kind.”
Whirling around, he raised the staff. Its tip blazed with eerie light as hundreds of Yin Flame orbs split off, hurtling toward Ord.
Instead of extinguishing the flames, the rain froze around them, forming razor-sharp ice spikes.
Fire within ice, ice within fire.
Like arrows, the spikes impaled Ord’s body, draining the last dregs of his life force.
Just then, a battle cry erupted. Black Dragon and his gang arrived, charging while shouting:
“Ye Qingyi’s spent! Take her down now!”
Hidden nearby, three black-clad figures watched. One fidgeted anxiously:
“Yu-ge, should we step in? She looks—holy shit!”
On the battlefield, a concentrated blast of Yin Flames detonated. The ensuing wave of frost spread hundreds of meters, flash-freezing the entire gang into statues of ice.
As the rain fell, the sculptures didn’t melt. Instead, lingering Yin Flames reinforced them, birthing a new faction—
The Ice Sculpture Gang (average height: 2 meters).