Chapter 75 The Correct Stance for Fighting

Qin Mo had always been skeptical of the idea that the "Breaking the Technique" required life-or-death experiences to gain a deeper understanding, finding it too cruel after achieving some success in his own cultivation. However, he now firmly believed that combat was a catalyst for cultivation. After several effortless battles since the Northern Expedition, he had even gained a subtle understanding of how to utilize his vital energy.

His vital energy was already in a liquid state, incredibly pure. After being guided and strengthened by Nirvana Flame, releasing his vital energy became effortless. He could now disperse his vital energy into an aura spanning a hundred feet, and no subtle movement within that aura could escape his perception. Today, he made another attempt, and it yielded unexpected results.

He tried to infuse his energy into an ordinary spear without any magic array, and succeeded very smoothly. After releasing his hand, it took three breaths for the energy to slowly dissipate into the air. Zheng Qinmo infused his energy again, and even drew a trace of the earth's energy around him into the spear. Then he threw it, and it instantly hit a birch tree nearly a hundred feet away.

Qin Mo was overjoyed, because not only had the javelin become faster and sharper, but more importantly, it was completely silent. He didn't know if it was because of his special Yuan Qi or the effect of that wisp of unrefined earth Yuan Qi, but the javelin, which should have arrived with a whooshing sound, had become a silent and deadly weapon of attack.

As Cavos and his group rushed over, Qin Mo fired a spear at him first, letting him test the power of the javelin. The spirit-infused spear wasn't detected by Cavos until it was several dozen feet away, which he barely dodged, killing only one of his followers. "That agile fatso is truly hateful," Qin Mo cursed inwardly, drawing his bow and arrow, felling ordinary orcs and elite warriors one by one, before drawing his "Shadow Slash" and charging towards Cavos.

While Kavos wasn't a prodigy among the orcs, he was still quite talented. As an orc warlord, his sense of danger was naturally excellent, especially since his family was known for its keen awareness of danger. However, that strange javelin just now had made his heart pound. Although a single spear thrust wouldn't necessarily kill him as a warlord, the fact that he only sensed danger at such close range made him wonder just how strong his opponent was.

As his personal guards fell one after another, struck by arrows, Cabos located his enemy. In this situation, he had no time to think and could only charge forward. Dragging his massive battle axe, Cabos leaped and bounded, finally reaching Qin Mo before his guards were all dead.

"You despicable attacker, I, the noble Cavo..." Cavos, seeing that his opponent was a frail human, was instantly enraged and began to roar at the human. But before he could finish his sentence, the human charged forward. In that instant, Cavos's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable fear pressed down on him.

As the orc warlord, Kavos's strength was naturally far superior to that of the generals. He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, his battle axe slicing through the night sky, its sharp whistling piercing the eardrums. His combat style prioritized power and momentum, with technique being secondary; this style allowed him to unleash his immense physical strength to its fullest potential.

Qin Mo wielded his twin blades, blocking with his left and slashing with his right. The short blade in his right hand flashed with a rainbow light and slashed towards Cavos's neck.

Cavos's battle axe struck his opponent's left-hand short blade, or perhaps the short blade struck his battle axe. The nimble short blade was surprisingly more stable and heavier than the heavy shield. The rainbow light spun like a snake, a strange curve reflected in Cavos's eyes, making him tremble with fear.

He could no longer roar. He struggled to twist his short, thick neck and move a little distance away. A deep cut appeared on Cavos's shoulder, and blood began to spurt high.

Qin Mo pressed her advantage relentlessly, slashing with her double blades in a chaotic manner. Bloody gashes appeared on Cavos's body, forcing Cavos to roar in anger to mask his fear.

"You two cowards, why aren't you coming to help? Do you think you'll live if I die?" Kavos caught sight of the two orc generals hiding to the side and was immediately enraged, shouting at them.

Kavos only brought his trusted men with him when he left the city. His personal guard captain was killed at the very beginning, and the ordinary soldiers were shot dead by Qin Mo. The remaining two generals dared not approach the fierce battle center. You, Kavos, are a warlord with a body as tough as iron, yet you were cut into rag dolls. We are just orc generals, and we are destined to be cut in two as well?

Despite Cavos's tyranny, the two still picked up their weapons and attacked. They simultaneously picked up the heavy shields scattered on the ground, clearly intending to defend rather than attack.

Unfortunately, Qin Mo didn't want these two lazybones to get in the way. With a slight movement, her two wings of light converged and shone brightly, illuminating the cold night sky. An orc general, along with his shield, was cut into three pieces. His limbs continued to twitch and twitch after he landed.

The other orc general was completely terrified. He stood there stunned for a moment before throwing away his shield and battle axe, turning and running away without even turning his head, no matter how much Kavos shouted. To die now or to die later? Anyone would choose the latter.

Qin Mo became more and more excited as he fought, and his skills became more and more proficient. Battlefield combat is not like duel; there are no onlookers, no cheers, and no one to collect your body if you die. This exciting feeling made him tremble slightly, and his vital energy surged and circulated. He had never felt so at ease before.

When he sparred with Allen, he would sometimes go all out in the heat of the moment, but he still felt a difference compared to real combat. In actual combat, whether using internal energy or relying on physical attacks and defenses, he would push his strength and internal energy to the limit, leaving no room for retreat, striving to inflict maximum damage on his opponent. Instead, he would precisely control his internal energy and strength for fear of injuring his opponent, as he did in practice.

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