Ssssh!
The arrow tore through the air!
It felt like it was taking away one's soul, exuding endless coldness.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Mo's expression grew colder and colder.
The power of the Dragon Elephant circulated throughout his body, dragon roars and elephant howls rippled through the air. He stretched out a hand, and just like that, caught the arrow in his hand.
A snapping sound was heard, the arrow had been instantly crushed, and was casually thrown to the ground.
"Is that all you've got?"
Zhang Mo stared at the middle-aged man, took a step forward, and had already used the Snow-Stepping Step, leaving behind a trail of afterimages in the darkness.
"How is this possible?"
Looking at the arrow that had been broken in two, the middle-aged man's pupils contracted deeply, a feeling of absurdity and incredibility instantly enveloped his entire body.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He had cultivated the Three Elephant Arrow Technique, a martial skill with considerable power even amongst the rank-one warriors.
With inner energy channeling and specially made arrows, even a rank-one late-stage warrior might not be able to handle it.
But what the hell was this?
Just now!
His arrow was actually caught in the other party's hand, and it was done so casually.
How strong was the other party's strength?...
He had originally thought that this was just a rookie student fresh out of the school.
But now it seemed, this was a real tough guy.
Afterwards!
When he saw Zhang Mo rushing towards him at an incredible speed, he was slightly stunned, and then a ferocious look appeared on his face again.
This kid... he truly had the intent to kill him.
Want to fight him close up?
This guy, doesn't he really think that he's only good at archery?
Moreover... can you really get close to me?
"Since you're not running... then let's see how long you can last."
The middle-aged man said viciously, his inner energy surged within his body, and the large bow in his hand was drawn to the extreme.
Ssssh!
Another arrow shot out.
The air itself seemed to whine.
This arrow was three points stronger than the previous one.
Zhang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still didn't dodge, he simply raised his hand casually.
Crack!
The arrow coming straight at him was caught in his hand once again, and was easily broken.
If the Dragon Elephant Stance wasn't so time-consuming to cultivate, its power would definitely be enough to reach rank-one, not to mention that Zhang Mo had already cultivated the Dragon Elephant Strength.
Currently, Zhang Mo's blood energy strength, even he himself didn't know how high it had reached.
At the same time!
The middle-aged man's expression changed as well. Seeing Zhang Mo, who was less than two zhang away, he immediately put his large bow behind his back.
"Tiger Subduing Fist!"
Accompanied by a loud roar, the middle-aged man's figure seemed like a tiger descending from the mountain, leaping down from the treetops, his fist aimed directly at Zhang Mo's face.
For a time!
The wind in the forest was turbulent, the fist wind was strong.
The surrounding trees were blown about.
"Is that all you've got?"
Zhang Mo sneered.
The other party's martial art seemed to be intimidating.
But under absolute strength, it was simply worthless.
He closed the distance in one step, his Black Shadow Palm had already been struck out, meeting the other party's fist head-on.
This palm strike, although not the Black Shadow Mountain Crushing, was both strong and flexible, and it also had the Dragon Elephant Giant Strength, it could be said that it was truly "one force can subdue ten thousand."
Boom!
With a loud boom!
Between the collision of fist and palm!
It was as if there was a thunderclap in the sky.
In an instant, the middle-aged man only felt an indescribable force, transmitted from his fist.
"Ah!"
With a mournful cry.
The middle-aged man had already flown back, spitting out blood wildly, instantly staining the earth red, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"What kind of strength is this?"
The middle-aged man struggled to speak, blood flowing endlessly from his mouth.
He looked at his broken arm, only feeling a piercing pain.
But compared to the injury.
His heart was filled with a raging storm.
Why did this happen?
It was only the Black Shadow Palm, even if the other party had cultivated it to perfection, but what about that power?
He was a rank-one mid-stage warrior, how could he be completely unable to contend with the other party?
But soon!
He could no longer think about it.
Because at this moment, Zhang Mo was slowly walking towards him.
"You... what are you going to do?"
The middle-aged man endured his injuries, and said with fear as he moved back with difficulty.
"No, don't kill me, I have money, a lot of money, as long as you don't kill me, it's all yours."
At this point!
He could only entice with benefits.
As long as he could persuade the other party, he could figure out the rest later.
Moreover, in his opinion.
The other party would definitely be tempted.
At this age, he's out in the wilderness, his family must not be rich.
Hearing this, Zhang Mo's expression grew even colder.
He did need money, but he believed in eliminating the root of the problem, especially now, without absolute power, he couldn't let things get out of control.
Swish!
Zhang Mo stepped on the ground with one foot, his figure was already in front of the middle-aged man, and his Black Shadow Palm struck out again, landing on the other party's forehead.
Bang... Puchi!
With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, and was completely lifeless, falling to the ground.
At that moment.
The system's prompt popped up.
【Rank-one Mid-stage Warrior, total lifespan eighty-six years, remaining fifty years, plunder completed.】
"Sure enough, killing also allows plundering lifespan."
Shaking his head lightly, Zhang Mo looked at the man's corpse, feeling a little complicated.
This was the first time he had killed someone, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
Because he had been mentally prepared for eighteen years after coming to this world.
The world of warriors, the strong are respected, the weak are eaten, only power is everything.
He wouldn't take the initiative to kill, that was his bottom line, but if someone caused him trouble, he wouldn't mind killing them.
Without too much sentimentality, Zhang Mo began to quickly clean up the battlefield.
After all, he wasn't sure if the other party had any accomplices.
If it was one or two, he could handle it, but if there were too many, it would be a big trouble for him.
Soon!
Zhang Mo found the middle-aged man's backpack and found a lot of good things.
Tens of thousands of cash, various beast materials, and some rare resources.
A preliminary estimate!
These things were worth around five hundred thousand.
This made Zhang Mo sigh, no wonder so many people were out there killing and setting fires in the wilderness, there really was something to be gained.
"Huh, what's this?"
Zhang Mo took out a blood-stained secret manual from the deepest part of the backpack.
This was clearly a rank-one external martial art called Black Iron Body.
"It seems this was also his spoils of war, and now it's mine."
Looking at the bloodstains on it, Zhang Mo's mouth curled into a smile.