Chapter Seventy-One: The Poor Man

"Scatter, all of you..." Gugge's howl was filled with terror. Although Karl was overly cautious, even somewhat cowardly, he was by no means a fool; the countless scars on his body were proof of his strength. A veteran who was always wounded and survived must have extraordinary methods for dealing with danger.

But this experienced orc general showed no reaction even after being beheaded, demonstrating just how strong the enemy was. The falling orc elite warriors and that ghostly figure confirmed Guge's guess—the enemy was a cultivator.

"Retreat... Spread out... Retreat..." Guge only managed to shout one sentence before he had to shut his mouth, because the ghostly figure was already charging straight at him. The elite warriors along the way were no match for him. Occasionally, a wing of light would flash, and the elite warriors would fall down or be knocked away.

Gug raised his warhammer and slammed it down on his opponent. Under the threat of death, Gug unleashed the strongest attack of his life. The immense force of the warhammer stirred up the snow, which, like a long dragon, swept towards the figure.

The fierce attack finally revealed the figure. It was a human cultivator, shrouded in a snow-white hooded cloak. Blood was dripping from the two short blades he held.

Looking at this incredibly thin human, Guge's fear intensified. The opponent had killed so many elite warriors, yet there wasn't a trace of blood on his body. This combat skill could only be described as art.

Watching the orc warriors scatter and flee, Qin Mo grew anxious. If they escaped back to report, revealing his strength and characteristics in detail, the city would surely send orc powerhouses surpassing his own level to ambush him. He had no idea what kind of orc powerhouses were in Ulan-Ude City, let alone how many there were. He had gone to great lengths to hide under the road for an entire day, precisely to launch a surprise attack and annihilate the search party.

Gugge knew something was wrong the moment he saw the human cultivator move. Fear can break a person, but it can also drive them to a frenzy. Gugge did just that, his warhammer charging forward relentlessly, with no regard for defense, like a dying beast tearing a piece of flesh from its opponent even in its final moments.

Seeing Guge's reckless fighting style and the orc warriors fleeing further and further away, Qin Mo became anxious and his ferocity flared up as well. Seeing Guge's warhammer swinging towards him, he discarded his short blade, grabbed the long warhammer, and decided to test his strength against Guge.

Under the relentless onslaught of Nie Yan, Qin Mo's body had become as hard as refined iron, and his strength was immeasurable. Perhaps it was unknown how much force he would exert on a person, since he had never directly smashed into someone before. Even when he killed He Jin, he had only parried the opponent's weapon, without directly and violently striking him.

After Qin Mo caught Gug's warhammer, he quickly turned to the side and rear, simultaneously unleashing his inner energy. He swung Gug, hammer and all, high into the air and then slammed him down. The massive orc general Gug was slammed onto the snow like a rag doll, an unparalleled force emanating from the hammer handle, causing him to cough up blood.

Qin Mo hadn't expected to break Guge's desperate, shameless fighting style so easily. For a moment, he didn't have time to wonder why this orc general was so weak. He wielded his warhammer and delivered a fatal blow, smashing Guge's head to pieces. If Guge knew that Qin Mo thought he was weak, he would surely die with his eyes wide open in disbelief: "You, a Xuan Realm expert, fighting a general like me... and I'm not... weak?"

The battle between Qin Mo and Gu Ge lasted only a few breaths. Then, he quickly found his pulley bow in the snowdrift and fired several arrows while running, piercing the throats of several orc warriors. The three-edged arrowheads made of fine steel pierced their throats, and unless they were high-level orc warriors, they were almost certain to bleed to death.

Qin Mo smashed seven or eight corpses with his warhammer, disguising it as a crime scene committed by a gang, and then quickly chased after them towards Ulan-Ude. He had just clearly seen that the escaping group of orcs had chosen to flee towards Ulan-Ude.

Qin Mo savored the joy of the chase. The distant black dots were getting closer and closer, and Qin Mo used the earth's energy around him to leap at top speed. His body was almost floating, just like riding the wind. This feeling had once fascinated him, but it had also been maliciously mocked by Allen.

In Allen's words, "You've been in the Profound Realm for almost five years, and only now are you trying to communicate with the Earth Elemental Qi around you. You're even complacent about it. Don't you think you're wasting your noble elven bloodline?" Allen learned the word "waste" from Qin Mo. With his upbringing, using this word was tantamount to an insult.

After killing several orcs who were nearly dead, Qin Mo walked back easily. Of course, he had to clean up the scene before leaving. The orcs had been killed in various ways; some had their necks broken, and some had been killed with a single blow. In short, they looked like they had been beaten to death by several people.

Qin Mo strolled back leisurely, his husky and sled still around the birch forest! He knew about something called "war syndrome" from his past life, so he was very careful to manage his mindset. After each battle, he would purposefully relax. Activating his internal energy and trying to connect with the surrounding earth energy, experiencing the pleasure of slowly descending after taking flight, was a good method for him.

"Woof woof woof," the birch forest was already in sight, dark and gloomy ahead. The area was completely black, and a few torches flickered glaringly at the edge of the forest.

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