873 Lord Merciless

Mo Wen was a miracle physician, so a decaying poison was not a major issue to him.

However, to heal someone, one needed medicine. All the spiritual pills and medicine he had were sealed by Huatian Palace. It was impossible for him to treat and cure Bao Xun immediately.

However, he could seal Bao Xun's acupoints using gold needles and keep him alive before he removed the poison later. Sealing Bao Xun's acupoint just took more time.

"My Lord, you know medicine?"

Bao Xun looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. A scary young man like him knew medicine as well! Furthermore, his skills in medicine were extraordinary. With just a few pokes of the needles, he miraculously sealed all the decaying poison. It no longer showed any signs of spreading.

Next, he had to use his martial arts grandmaster cultivation skills to expel the decaying poison bit by bit. However, to a martial arts grandmaster, it was not very difficult. He just needed to spend a little time.

Mo Wen could control the most terrifying decaying poison in the Red Stone forest using just a few gold needles. Bao Xun thought that Mo Wen was even more mysterious and grew to respect and fear him more.

However, Bao Xun grew even more worried. The more powerful Mo Wen was, the greater his sense of crisis. He knew deep down inside that the relationship between him and Mo Wen was just transactional. He still had some use to Mo Wen, so Mo Wen would not kill him. But once he lost his value, the young man might burn the bridge. He might kill Bao Xun… After all, Bao Xun was worth 300 points. As a competitor, how would the young man just let him off like that?

"I know what you are worried about." Mo Wen said lightly.

"My Lord…" Bao Xun lowered his head slightly, feeling jittery. He had once thought about escaping or even finding an opportunity to kill Mo Wen. However, upon witnessing how terrifying Mo Wen was, he scrapped all his earlier plans. He was truly starting to worry about his fate. The difference between the two of them was too great. He did not have the ability to escape from Mo Wen.

"I am not a cold, unfeeling person. Just do your job well. If I am satisfied, I will not kill you."

Mo Wen put his hands behind his back and looked at the setting sun. He would only gain 300 points if he killed Bao Xun. However, if he were to make good use of the man, he would be able to get several thousand or even tens of thousands of points.

"Thank you, My Lord. I will definitely do my best and put my heart and soul into working for you."

Bao Xun heaved a sigh of relief when he heard what Mo Wen said. Mo Wen would not go back on his word. A powerhouse like him would not break his promises for a few hundred points.

The following five days, Bao Xun brought Mo Wen to various criminal hideouts. The criminal hideouts in the area were all decimated as long as Bao Xun knew of them.

There were a few criminal groups hidden deep in the belly of the mountains. They were found by Bao Xun as well.

Over the next five days, Mo Wen gained more than 20,000 points.

As time passed, Bao Xun's value fell as well. The number of criminal groups he could find decreased. After all, he was just a first realm martial arts grandmaster and was no big deal in the Red Stone forest. He only moved around in the periphery of the Red Stone forest and did not know much about anything deeper inside the forest.

On the fifth day, Mo Wen allowed Bao Xun to leave and did not kill him.

Mo Wen sat down on a cliff with his knees crossed. He closed his eyes and rested.

There were many powerhouses in the Red Stone forest. He had killed more than 30 martial arts grandmasters in five days, more than half of which were on the savages list. They were very powerful people back in the day. He had gained plenty fighting with such people.

Mo Wen could sense his practical combat abilities growing even more. Furthermore, the vague feeling he had that he was about to have a breakthrough grew stronger and stronger. However, the thin layer that was blocking him from the next martial arts grandmaster realm remained. He could not break through or step over it.

Suddenly, Mo Wen opened his eyes. He looked toward the east, and his eyes turned grave.

"I've been discovered. What keen senses. That's interesting."

A cynical voice rang in the mountains, and a figure appeared. There was another person on the mountain.

The person was dressed entirely in red and was tall and slender. His features were exquisite. He had long narrow eyes, and there was a red cinnabar dot in the middle of his forehead. He seemed rather devilish.

"You have come uninvited, what is the meaning of this?" Mo Wen said lightly.

He was the only one on the peak, so the young man in red had naturally come for him. If the person had no other intention, why would he come?

"Lord Merciless, this man is Mo Wen. He is fifth on the leaderboard. He should be the one if nothing goes wrong."

Another voice rang from behind the young man in red. A young man in white emerged. He looked extraordinary as well. He seemed energetic, handsome, and accomplished. He was indeed remarkable.

However, he was very respectful and humble before the young man in red. He seemed even servant-like. He fawned over the young man in red.

Mo Wen knew him. Wasn't he Shao Ji, the young leader of the Ming Temple?

He had been so arrogant but was now acting servile. Mo Wen thought it was a little funny.

"Oh, so you are Mo Wen?" The young man in red looked at Mo Wen. Even though he was asking a question, his tone was confident.

After five days of killing, Mo Wen's points had increased, and he had moved up the leaderboard. He was now in fifth place.

There were only four others before him.

Fourth was a person called Lord Merciless. In third place was someone called "Water Deity," and second place was "Wine and Meat Monk".

As for first place…the name was a little odd. It was "Good Woman".

Most of the names on the leaderboard were nicknames. They were not real names.

However, Mo Wen used his real name because he was too lazy to think of a nickname. Furthermore, it was unlikely that others would think that his name was real. Others might even think that he was trying to be cool and was intentionally telling others not to ask him for his name, as Mo Wen's name literally meant Do Not Ask.

"Who are you?" Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. The young man had been focused on the leaderboard, so he was obviously there for the points.

You don't have the right to know who I am. Hand me your points and I will spare you." The young man in red said calmly. His tone was indifferent, but his words were arrogant.

"I have to hand it to you just because you told me to? Who do you think you are?" Mo Wen's tone was even calmer. It made one feel as if he was speaking to the air.

"I have met someone who is unafraid of dying. I shall send you on your way." The young man in red chortled. His devilish eyes exuded a cold murderous intent.

"Lord Merciless, he is just an unknown junior. How can you waste your efforts on him? Leave him to me." Shao Ji said with a cold laugh. He disliked Mo Wen. He had been afraid of Mo Wen and tried to appear to be stronger than him ever since the two Grand elders of the Ming Palace returned. He was indignant about it.

Lord Merciless?

Was the man the Lord Merciless who was in fourth place? Mo Wen had a sudden epiphany.

"Do you want to try?" The young man in red curled his lips thoughtfully.

"I am willing to work for My Lord. Furthermore, I have a grudge against this man, and I have been wanting to teach him a lesson."

Shao Ji bent forward, looking very respectful. He knew how terrifying the young man in red was and did not dare to hide what he was thinking.

"Alright, I will give you a chance. Do not embarrass me. If he can't even defeat a servant of mine, then he does not have the right for me to fight him." The young man in red said indifferently. He took out a folding fan from his sleeve while he was speaking. He flicked it open with a whoosh and pretended to fan himself, looking like a noble young master.

However, the picture on the fan was very scandalous. It was erotic artwork…

This style was a little odd.

"Thank you, My Lord."

There was a flash of delight in Shao Ji's eyes. He turned to glare ferociously at Mo Wen.

"Mo Wen, I am Shao Ji, the young sect leader of the Ming Temple. You killed the idiot, Hou Jingfeng, didn't you? Even though he was just an idiot, you have to pay the price for killing someone from the Ming Temple." Said Shao Ji coldly.

Hou Jingfeng was the most powerful young expert of the Ming Temple in name while Shao Ji was actually the most powerful young expert of the Ming Temple. Hou Jingfeng had been killed by Mo Wen, which led to the rumors among the martial arts circle that the most powerful young warrior of the Ming Temple was not as good as Mo Wen. Shao Ji was very unhappy about it.

Now, he was going to prove facts with actions. He was going to prove who was the true powerhouse and who was trash.

"You are humble and servile before others and you still have the guts to speak so arrogantly? You have embarrassed the Ming Temple." Mo Wen shook his head. Shao Ji bullied those weaker than him and would bend to those more powerful than he was. "You're seeking death."

Shao Ji's expression changed greatly when he heard that. Mo Wen had hit him where it hurt the most. He exploded with combat power in his anger and was more than three times more powerful than usual.

"Great Light Divine Fist."

A ball of blinding white light shone on the mountain cliff. The burning Qi was like unending waves. The clouds in the sky evaporated immediately.

A fist wrapped in the white light hurtled forward. It was imbued with endless heat and light.

"What a joke."

A cold harrumphed could be heard. Then all the light disappeared, as did the heat waves. A palm caught the fist. In the blink of an eye, the light was completely extinguished.

"How is that possible!"

Shao Ji's fist was caught by Mo Wen's hand. He could not move at all. There was incredulity in his eyes. How was that possible. How was that…

"It looks fancy, but there is no power behind it."

Mo Wen's arm shook once and Shao Ji's arm broke into pieces. He flew into the air and smashed into several large rocks on his way down.

The Great Light Divine Fist was an extremely powerful martial art and was exceptional. However, Shao Ji had focused on the fancy visual effects and not on the force behind it. He had ignored the true essence of the Great Light Divine Fist, so how would he be able to expend on the amazing force behind the fist technique?

Splat!

Shao Ji hit the ground pathetically. He clutched his chest with a hand and coughed up blood miserably. He had been severely injured in just one strike. He had never even dreamed that this would be how the fight would end.