After fighting with Cavos for a while, Qin Mo felt his use of Yuan Qi repeatedly breaking through his previous limits, and his physical strength and reaction became more and more adept. He even enjoyed the full-force collision of power, and the feeling of his twin blades striking his enemy's flesh. That feeling... seemed to make him think: "Yuan Qi was originally created for combat, and it should be used like this."

Cavos finally threw away his battle axe, choosing the same desperate method as Kubi—close-quarters combat. He wanted to use his mountain-like body to crush the frail figure to death.

Seeing Cavos charging at him like a madman, Qin Mo was suddenly overcome with rage. He discarded the short blade in his hand, charged into Cavos's arms, swung his arms wildly, smashed his elbows horizontally, roared like thunder, and became entangled with Cavos.

The sounds of fists pounding into the flesh, accompanied by thunderous roars, echoed through the night sky. The surging energy spread outwards like ripples on water, engulfing the snow within a radius of several feet, obstructing visibility and making it impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face.

Qin Mo unleashed his inner energy, completely unaffected. Every punch and strike accurately targeted Cavos's weaknesses. Although he occasionally suffered excruciating pain from being hit by Cavos, he roared with excitement... This is what a real man's fight should be like. I'm not a sissy...

The snow finally fell, and visibility returned. Silence reigned in the arena. Qin Mo stood there, his slender figure ramrod straight, at his feet the mangled corpse of Cavos.

Qin Mo touched his slightly aching chest, savoring the exhilarating rush of blood, the feeling of power colliding and crushing each other. Just now, his mind was blank; he had only been driven by instinct, fighting relentlessly…fighting. That feeling…now, thinking back…it was indeed exhilarating, but now it felt somewhat…reckless. Could it be…that fighting can actually produce pleasure?