At the Dense Grove Forest
Chen Mo moved swiftly, leaping from tree to tree with practiced ease. Suddenly, the system chimed in:
"Master, since we left the residence, four Martial Masters have been following you with clear killing intent. If I'm not mistaken, they were likely sent by Huo to eliminate you. What should we do?"
Chen Mo smirked, his eyes narrowing as an idea formed in his mind. "With my current strength, I can't face four Martial Masters head-on. But..." His smirk grew into a mischievous grin as he chuckled darkly.
Among the Black-Robed Men
One of the black-robed assassins grumbled, "What is this kid doing? He's been running for three hours. Is he lost or something? Let's just finish him off already. We're already so deep in the forest."
Another replied cautiously, "Wait... what's that?" He pointed ahead, his voice tinged with panic. "It looks like two Tier 4 monsters are fighting! we have been tricked by that bastard,We need to get out of here—now!"
The group turned to flee, but one of them, in his panic, made a loud noise.
The beasts—the Python King and the White King Tiger—immediately stopped their clash and turned their furious gazes toward the intruders.
Chen Mo's Perspective
Hiding behind a thick tree trunk, Chen Mo watched the scene unfold with satisfaction. "Heh, they fell right into my trap," he muttered, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
The system chimed in again. "Master, you're quite the schemer."
Chen Mo chuckled. "Of course. Now, let's sit back and enjoy the show."
The four Martial Masters panicked as the two Tier 4 beasts charged at them. Running proved futile against such powerful creatures. The Python King's venomous fangs lashed out while the White King Tiger's claws tore through flesh and bone. Within moments, the Martial Masters fell one by one, reduced to lifeless forms.
As the battle resumed between the beasts, Chen Mo observed the Python King sustain heavy injuries. Eventually, the White King Tiger emerged victorious, roaring triumphantly before taking the treasure and retreating into the forest. The Python King, grievously wounded, slithered away to recover.
Chen Mo Strikes
Stepping out of his hiding spot, Chen Mo grinned. "Now's my chance."
He approached the fallen Martial Masters and activated his system to absorb their cultivation. Streams of energy flowed into his body, loosening the bottleneck in his own cultivation.
Ding! Ding!
The system announced, "Congratulations, Master, on reaching the Middle Stage of the Martial Master Realm! Additionally, the host has gained 12 new techniques."
Chen Mo smirked in satisfaction. "Finally, some progress. Now, let's see if they had anything valuable."
Rifling through their storage bags, his expression soured. "Nothing but useless junk? Looks like these men were completely milked dry by Huo. Pathetic."
Shrugging it off, he turned his gaze toward the direction the injured Python King had fled. "No matter. With my newfound strength, it's time to intercept that python and claim the rest of its power."