Whether it was the long-dormant Huang Seshu or the current He Jin, both intended to subdue Qin Mo with sheer brute force. It was clearly an attempt to take advantage of his underdeveloped state. Qin Mo was enraged by He Jin's arrogance. He used his "Phantom" sword to close the distance, wielding his twin blades in rapid succession, blood dripping onto the ground.

He Jin grew increasingly panicked as the fight progressed. He had pushed his Yuan Qi to its limit, extending it outwards to a radius of several dozen feet, yet he still couldn't sense Qin Mo's attacks. Whenever he felt Qin Mo's twin blades, he was powerless to defend and could only desperately dodge to avoid vital points. He cried out in his heart, "Why is there no Yuan Qi fluctuation on his body? Could it be that his cultivation level is higher than mine, perhaps even at the Earth Realm?"

Little did Qin Mo know, he had been tricked by Allen countless times and had finally learned how to deliberately conceal his inner energy, relying solely on his physical strength to launch sneak attacks. Only when the blade was about to strike his opponent would he suddenly unleash his inner energy, surging with explosive power. When he first grazed Allen's clothes with his dual blades, his heart leaped into his throat... He even threw his weapon, which earned him a thorough beating from Allen, who continued to laugh heartily even as Qin Mo was left breathless.

A flurry of snowflakes, like goose feathers, began to fall, obscuring the scent of blood on the field. Qin Mo circled and danced around He Jin, constantly slicing through the joints of his heavy armor, leaving specks of blood staining the white snow, only to be swept away and covered by the snow.

He Jin's roar grew louder and louder, his attacks more and more fierce, and the leaking energy had forced the onlookers to the edge of the training ground, but Qin Mo's figure still danced in the wind, elusive and unpredictable.

As He Jin's roar shifted from anger to sorrow, growing increasingly desolate, everyone realized that He Jin's life was no longer in his own hands.

"Stop... Your Highness, we are all brothers in the army, let's save him some face." The voice of Li Zinian, the governor of Wulan City, was not loud, but it resounded throughout the entire governor's mansion of Wulan City.

Qin Mo's figure paused, becoming clearer in the crowd's eyes. He had been moving constantly, and only now did everyone notice that Qin Mo's clothes were perfectly wrinkle-free, still as neat and crisp as ever. He Jin, though completely covered in armor and his appearance hidden beneath, was now leaning on his long arm, white steam billowing from beneath his mask. The outcome was obvious.

"Face... Hah... When he insulted my father just now, did no one care about face? He's just an earl, why didn't he consider my face when he spoke rudely to me?"

"I, Qin Mo, am not denying you a chance. If you can withstand my attack, then we can consider today's matter settled."

Qin Mo's last words made He Jin's eyes widen, as if a dying man had grasped at a straw.