The news that Lin Mo had single-handedly destroyed the Wang Clan spread to every corner of the outer sect in an instant.
No one dared to doubt his strength anymore.
The former trash who could not cultivate had now become a formidable presence that no one dared to provoke. Many disciples who had once bullied or laughed at him were now living in fear, afraid that Lin Mo would settle old scores with them.
In the center of the outer sect, inside a magnificent stone palace that was far more luxurious than ordinary disciples' rooms.
Zhao Long sat on a stone throne, his eyes slightly closed, his whole body exuding a sharp and overbearing aura.
He was the undisputed number one expert of the outer sect.
Mortal Realm Level 7 peak.
He was only half a step away from entering the Mortal Realm Level 8, and once he reached Level 8, he would be qualified to challenge the inner sect assessment in advance.
A subordinate quickly ran in, his face full of panic.
"Brother Zhao! It's bad! Wang Hu and all the Wang Clan disciples were defeated by Lin Mo! That Lin Mo… has broken through to Mortal Realm Level 6!"
Zhao Long slowly opened his eyes.
There was no anger or shock in his eyes, only endless indifference and disdain, as if he was looking at an ant that had suddenly grown some fur.
"Lin Mo?" He whispered the name, his voice low and magnetic, but filled with overwhelming pressure.
"The useless man who couldn't cultivate for more than a year?"
The subordinate quickly nodded: "Yes! But he's very strange now. He suddenly has the ability to cultivate, and he broke through three realms in a row! He defeated Wang Biao with one slap, and wiped out all the Wang Clan in an instant. Now the whole outer sect is saying…"
The subordinate hesitated, not daring to continue.
Zhao Long's eyes turned cold.
"Say what?"
"…They're saying that he will soon replace you as the first person of the outer sect."
Boom!
A terrifying aura suddenly exploded from Zhao Long's body.
The entire stone palace shook violently. The tables, chairs, and even the walls cracked inch by inch.
The subordinate fell to his knees with a plop, trembling all over, not daring to breathe.
"Replace me?" Zhao Long stood up slowly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"A trash who just climbed to Level 6 dares to covet my position?"
"Ignorant and fearless."
He stepped forward, and with each step, the ground trembled slightly.
"Since he wants to be famous, I'll give him a chance. Inform the entire outer sect."
"Tomorrow morning, at the outer sect competition arena, I, Zhao Long, will personally challenge that Lin Mo."
"I will crush him with one move and let everyone know who is the real king of the outer sect!"
The subordinate was overjoyed, as if he had received an amnesty.
"Yes! I'll go inform everyone right now!"
Very quickly, the news that Zhao Long was going to personally challenge Lin Mo spread throughout the entire outer sect.
Everyone was boiling.
One was the old overlord who had dominated the outer sect for a long time, Mortal Realm Level 7 peak — Zhao Long.
The other was the dark horse who had risen to fame overnight, defeated the Wang Clan, and reached Mortal Realm Level 6 — Lin Mo.
This battle was destined to shake the entire outer sect.
Many disciples even started to place bets secretly.
Without exception, almost 90% of the people bet on Zhao Long to win.
After all, the gap between Level 6 and Level 7 peak was like a chasm.
In the history of Qingyun Sect, almost no one could cross this big realm to defeat an opponent.
That night.
Lin Mo was cultivating in his shabby stone room.
[Ding!]
[Host has successfully refined Intermediate Body Tempering Skill.]
[Physical strength has increased significantly. Current physical strength: 580]
[Current Cultivation Points: 1400]
Lin Mo exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
He could clearly feel that his physical body had become several times stronger. Even if he did not use spiritual energy, he could easily defeat ordinary Level 6 disciples with his bare hands.
At this moment, there was a light knock on the door.
"Senior Brother Lin, are you there?"
It was Su Lingyao's voice.
Lin Mo opened his eyes: "Come in."
Su Lingyao pushed the door open and walked in, her face full of anxiety.
"Senior Brother Lin! Zhao Long has issued a challenge! He's going to fight you tomorrow at the competition arena!"
"He's the peak of Mortal Realm Level 7! He's much stronger than Wang Hu! You… you must not go! Or you can just admit defeat. It's better than being seriously injured by him!"
Looking at the anxious girl in front of him, Lin Mo's eyes softened slightly.
In his past life, almost everyone had bullied him. This was the first person who had sincerely worried about his safety.
Lin Mo smiled faintly.
"Admit defeat?"
"I never learned the word 'admit defeat'."
Su Lingyao bit her lip, her eyes red: "But the gap between Level 6 and Level 7 peak is too big! No one in the outer sect can defeat him! If you go, you will definitely lose!"
Lin Mo stood up and looked out the window at the bright moon.
"Sometimes, the realm does not represent everything."
"Zhao Long thinks he's invincible? Then I'll let him know what a real genius is."
Su Lingyao wanted to say more, but seeing Lin Mo's firm eyes, she knew that no one could change his decision.
She could only sigh softly.
"Then… Senior Brother Lin, you must be careful. Zhao Long's cultivation is strong, and his martial skills are extremely fierce. Don't be careless."
Lin Mo nodded: "I know."
After Su Lingyao left, Lin Mo's eyes turned cold.
"Zhao Long…"
"Mortal Realm Level 7 peak."
"Good. Just use you to sharpen myself and let me go further on the road of cultivation."
He took out the three low-grade Body Tempering Pills he had obtained earlier.
Since he was going to fight a strong enemy, he had to improve his strength as much as possible.
Lin Mo swallowed one Body Tempering Pill directly.
Boom!
A warm and powerful medicinal power spread throughout his body.
His meridians were being widened, and his flesh and blood were being strengthened.
[Ding!]
[Host has taken Low-Grade Body Tempering Pill.]
[Physical strength +30.]
[Cultivation is slowly improving.]
Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
He did not stop, and directly swallowed the second and third Body Tempering Pills in succession.
Three pills in a row!
If other disciples saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked to the extreme.
Body Tempering Pills contained violent medicinal power. Ordinary disciples could only take one every three days, otherwise their meridians would be directly burst.
But Lin Mo, relying on the powerful body transformed by the system, directly swallowed three pills without any pressure.
Rumble——
The surging medicinal power raged in his body, constantly tempering every inch of his flesh and blood.
His aura was rising steadily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mortal Realm Level 6 early stage.
Mortal Realm Level 6 middle stage.
Mortal Realm Level 6 late stage!
In just one night, Lin Mo's cultivation had directly climbed from early stage to late stage of Level 6!
It was only a thin line away from Level 7.
Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, and two sharp beams of light shot out.
He clenched his fists, and could feel the terrifying power contained in his body.
"Zhao Long."
"Tomorrow, I will let you understand."
"The gap between us is not just a small realm."
"It's the gap between a dragon and a worm."
The next morning.
The outer sect competition arena was already packed with people.
All the outer sect disciples had come, wanting to witness this peak battle.
The arena was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. People were talking about it.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Needless to say? It must be Brother Zhao Long! Level 7 peak vs Level 6, it's a sure win!"
"Lin Mo is indeed strong, but he's too arrogant. He just rose up and dares to challenge Brother Zhao Long. He's looking for death."
"I bet Zhao Long will defeat him within three moves!"
Amid all the discussions, a figure slowly walked onto the arena.
It was Lin Mo.
He was dressed in ordinary disciple clothes, his hands behind his back, his face calm, without the slightest fear.
Looking at the thin figure on the arena, the crowd was slightly quiet.
Although most people supported Zhao Long, they had to admit that Lin Mo's courage was indeed amazing.
At this moment, a loud laugh came from the sky.
"Hahaha! Lin Mo, you really dare to come!"
A figure stepped on the air and landed lightly on the arena.
He was tall and straight, his eyes were like torches, and his whole body was like a burning sun, releasing a terrifying aura.
It was Zhao Long!
As soon as he appeared, the entire arena was suppressed by his momentum.
Many disciples even felt a sense of worship from the bottom of their hearts.
This was the power of the outer sect number one expert!
Zhao Long looked down at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Lin Mo, you're just a trash who got lucky and broke through a few realms. How dare you compete with me?"
"Kneel down and admit defeat now. I can spare you from the pain of flesh and blood."
Lin Mo looked at him calmly.
"Zhao Long, you've been in the outer sect for too long, so you've become stupid."
"You think you're invincible just because you're at Level 7 peak?"
"I'll let you see today what a real gap is."
Zhao Long's face turned cold.
"Arrogant! Since you want to die, I'll fulfill you!"
Boom!
He stepped on the ground, and the entire arena shook violently.
Mortal Realm Level 7 peak aura, without reservation, pressed down on Lin Mo.
"Go to hell! Tiger Soul Fist!"
Zhao Long punched out.
A huge fist shadow condensed, containing the power to shatter gold and crack stone, roaring towards Lin Mo.
This punch was enough to seriously injure or even kill an ordinary Level 6 disciple.
Everyone held their breath.
Many people even closed their eyes, not daring to look at the scene of Lin Mo being blasted away.
Su Lingyao, who was standing under the arena, covered her mouth, her eyes full of worry.
But in the next second.
Lin Mo moved.
He did not dodge or evade. He also threw a punch.
This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves.
But it contained the power of his late-stage Level 6 cultivation and his 600+ terrifying physical strength.
"Bang——!!!"
The two fists collided.
A terrifying shockwave swept across the entire arena.
The sound was deafening.
Then, a scream that was worse than killing a pig rang out.
"Ah——!!!"
Everyone looked up in shock.
They saw that Zhao Long's right arm was twisted into a strange shape, his bones were broken, and his whole body was sent flying by Lin Mo's punch, spitting blood in the air.
Bang!
He fell heavily to the ground, his face pale, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.
The whole arena was dead silent.
Dead silence.
Everyone stared at the scene in front of them, their brains completely blank.
Mortal Realm Level 7 peak Zhao Long.
Was defeated by Lin Mo with a single punch?
And he was seriously injured?
Lin Mo stood calmly on the arena, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal god.
He looked down at Zhao Long, his voice cold and calm.
"I said."
"You and I are not a realm gap."
"It's the gap between a dragon and a worm."
[Ding!]
[Host has defeated the outer sect number one expert Zhao Long.]
[Reward Cultivation Points: 2000!]
[Obtain reward: High-Grade Martial Skill —— Thunder Fist!]
[Main mission progress: 2/10!]
[Detect that host has shocked the entire outer sect, trigger special upgrade!]
[Cultivation has broken through to Mortal Realm Level 7!]
Boom——
A more terrifying aura erupted from Lin Mo's body.
Mortal Realm Level 7!
After defeating Zhao Long, he broke through again!
Looking at the figure on the arena, all the outer sect disciples knelt down on one knee at the same time, their voices uniform and respectful.
"Greetings to the new outer sect king!"
The era of Zhao Long had passed.
From today on, the outer sect of Qingyun Sect.
Was Lin Mo's era!