At that moment, Lu Gucheng, who had been sitting motionless by the lake like a static Buddha statue, suddenly opened his eyes.
He merely glanced around, yet Everyone felt an unparalleled oppressive force as if even a hundred meters away, their hearts could shatter in an instant.
"Lin Mo! The day of our duel has arrived. You dared to kill my son, do you not dare show yourself at Smoke Wave Lake?"
His voice, tiger-like, instantly spread across hundreds of miles. Everyone felt it clearly, as if it resounded right beside their ears.
"Is this the power of a Martial Venerate? Just his voice can shake one's mind and body."
"It seems Lin Mo might truly be too scared to face the challenge!"
"If you ask me, even if Lin Mo dies in the duel, it would be a great honor."
"Yes, after all, that's Lu Gucheng from the fourth position on the Emperor List. Dying at his hands could indeed be considered a worthy death."
Their words had just fallen when they saw a tall figure walking on water. In a blink, he was several dozen meters away.
Many of them showed expressions of shock.
"God, is Lin Mo also a Martial Venerate?"
"How incredible is that? How old is he?"
"He looks to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old."
"A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Martial Venerate? Wow!"
Soon, Lin Mo's tall figure stood opposite Lu Gucheng, only about fifty meters away.
Seeing Lin Mo, Lu Gucheng's eyes filled with a cold glint as if it could freeze everything.
Suddenly, the entire lake seemed to tremble, whipping up massive waves.
Even some fish began to float up belly-up.
"Just his anger can make so many fish float up belly-up, his strength is truly fearsome."
"Lu Gucheng deservedly is a super strong fighter who has stepped into the Martial Venerate Realm."
With a frosty gaze, Lu Gucheng stared intently at Lin Mo, "You scoundrel, you killed my son Dong. Today, I must have your head to appease his spirit in heaven."
Lin Mo, with his hands behind his back, responded indifferently, "That depends on whether you have the skills to do so."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Lu Gucheng laughed uproariously, his eyes slightly squinting, "Arrogant boy, I, Lu Gucheng, am the Family Head of the first Martial Arts family in Kunlun Mountain, and the fourth on the Emperor List. If I can't rip you apart today, what face do I have left to live in this world?"
Lin Mo glanced at him, sneered, and said, "Then you might as well die."
"You should be the one to die, arrogant fool, I must kill you!"
Lu Gucheng's face turned completely grim, and in his utmost fury, he lightly stepped and instantly leaped a hundred meters into the sky.
"Nether Ice Palm!"
Lu Gucheng shouted, swooping down like a falcon, and with a wave of his palm, countless whiteness sprouted across the lake.
The area around Lin Mo instantly turned into harsh ice, and furthermore, with incredible speed, it enveloped Lin Mo.
Seeing this scene, Everyone was shocked. A single palm that could instantly freeze the surface of the lake—what immense power that required!
Certainly, none among them could achieve that, but it seemed effortless for Lu Gucheng.
Lin Mo's expression remained calm. As the ice rapidly gathered towards him, he snorted softly and threw a punch.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
Lin Mo's Punch Light, like countless bombs dropped onto the ice, caused the vast expanse of ice, tens of meters in diameter, to explode.
In just a brief one or two seconds, it was blasted into debris by Lin Mo's Punch Light.
Everyone was incredibly shocked.
Lu Gucheng's expression, however, didn't change much, instead, he said with a cold laugh,
"Young man, your strength is indeed impressive. If you hadn't killed my son, I might have even been interested in taking you as my disciple."
"Unfortunately, the last thing you should have done was kill my son."
"He deserved to die!"
Lin Mo said indifferently, without a care.
"You are the one who deserves to die!"
Lu Gucheng's eyes shifted, suddenly turning icy cold.
Then, he violently raised his hand, and the lake water in front of him swept up like a tsunami, the entire water screen towering hundreds of meters high.
Seeing this scene, those present were terrified, and they retreated continuously.
The water screen, overwhelming and powerful, advanced towards Lin Mo's supposed location, crushing all the fish underneath into nothingness.
The surface of the water continuously exploded, with each point creating water splashes at least twelve to fifteen meters high, swiftly enveloping Lin Mo.
In the next second, all anyone could see were countless splashes of water, but Lin Mo was completely obscured from view.
It should be noted that under such circumstances, the water screen weighed at least tens of thousands of kilograms; even for a Martial Venerate, resisting with one's body was highly unrealistic.
"This Lin Mo is definitely going to die."
"Surviving this would truly be a miracle."
However, Lin Mo, who was engulfed in it, remained unbothered. He stood with one hand behind his back, his face full of disdain:
"Not worth a hit!"
As soon as the words fell, Lin Mo raised his hand and punched towards the towering water screen.
His punch, though he hadn't used any special power, was still so casual that everyone saw the towering water screen instantly burst open.
Seeing this, Lu Gucheng's eyes slightly squinted, "Heh, it seems you really do have some skills!"
His eyes glinted with an icy chill.
As his words ended, Lu Gucheng soared into the sky and then threw a punch towards Lin Mo.
That punch, with awe-inspiring momentum, changed the color of the entire sky, kicking up rocks and sand, nearly shattering the clothes of numerous people with its force.
Lin Mo's expression was cold, showing no fear, and then he also leaped a hundred meters, charging towards Lu Gucheng to battle.
In an instant, the two had already fought through dozens of rounds, and those below could only see two incredibly glaring lights continuously clashing.
The entire sky seemed to be tearing apart, countless dark clouds scattered from the shock.
About two to three minutes later, the two finally stopped, each retreating several hundred meters.
Lu Gucheng's eyes held a hint of gravity, and unprecedented killing intent appeared in his eyes, "Young man, you are the first in the past decade who has made me draw my weapon. Today, Smoke Wave Lake will be your burial place. Come, meet your fate!"
(The third update, I'm a bit weary from writing recently. I need to adjust my state and will try to ensure top quality hereafter.)