Chapter 85: Blades United

What Fifth Lord, what Overlord Blade, what kings of the underground world? Before Mo Han, they were all worthless. In his eyes, they were nothing more than free labor.

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief as Mo Han dared to make the first move. Thirty-one against a hundred and fifty? And their opponents were the elite of Gathering Virtue Manor. Were the security guards from the pharmaceutical factory unafraid of death?

Both Fifth Lord and Overlord Blade were surprised that Mo Han struck first. The crucial point was that Mo Han himself did not act; instead, he let the thirty-one security guards take the initiative to challenge their one hundred and fifty elites. Was he truly so confident in these thirty-one guards?

A murderous glint flashed in Fifth Lord’s eyes. Mo Han clearly did not regard Gathering Virtue Manor as anything worth fearing.

“I’ll test his strength first,” Overlord Blade said in a low voice.

“Hmm,” Fifth Lord nodded, tightening his grip on his sword, eyes fixed intently on Mo Han.

Li Qilang, Xu Jing, and the others, knowing that Fifth Lord and Overlord Blade were reserved for Mo Han, automatically bypassed the two and plunged directly into the crowd of one hundred and fifty elites behind them.

The battlefield was instantly ignited.

Overlord Blade stared into Mo Han’s eyes, advancing step by steady, forceful step, each one heavy as if dragging a mountain.

Though Mo Han had yet to make a move, an intangible, overwhelming aura pressed down, making it difficult for Overlord Blade even to breathe. This was the strongest opponent he had ever faced. Anxiety flickered within him, but above all, excitement surged at the prospect of a worthy battle.

All true masters long to cross blades with another master.

With a flick of his left wrist, his long blade flew from its sheath and was caught firmly in his right hand.

“Mo Han, my blade never leaves its sheath unless necessary—once drawn, it will not return without blood. I hope you won’t disappoint me,” Overlord Blade said gravely.

“But you have already disappointed me,” Mo Han replied with a cold laugh.

“You!” Overlord Blade snorted, rage rising uncontrollably. Mo Han’s arrogance utterly infuriated him, igniting a murderous intent deep within.

“Mo Han, if I don’t sever your arm today, I’ll sheath my blade forever!” he roared.

With a sharp cry, Overlord Blade charged!

At that moment, Fifth Lord, who had not intended to act, suddenly moved. He leapt forward, sword extended, and with a sharp sound, his scabbard shot out like a bolt. Together, one on the left and one on the right, they lunged at Mo Han.

Fifth Lord could see Mo Han’s strength. He knew Overlord Blade alone was no match for him.

Only by attacking by surprise was there any chance to kill Mo Han.

They came with ferocity, Fifth Lord nearly launching a sneak attack. Sword and blade, left and right, descended upon Mo Han like the scythes of death.

Behind them, the two beauties, Li An’an and Ma Jiaojiao, were so terrified by the oncoming onslaught that they trembled all over, unable to utter a word. The sword and blade grew larger and larger in their dilated pupils, their eyes filled only with fear.

But Mo Han remained unmoved!

“Qilang, Xu Jing, fight to your heart’s content… It doesn't matter if you injure or cripple them,” Mo Han shouted, eyes on the thirty-one who had charged into the ranks of Gathering Virtue Manor’s elite.

To him, the approaching sword and blade seemed less important than watching Li Qilang and the others hone their skills.

“Yes!” Li Qilang, Xu Jing, and the others were instantly exhilarated, like men starved for years suddenly meeting a dazzling beauty.

Thirty-one men—thirty-one ferocious wolves!

They all let out furious roars, steel pipes in their hands creating an impenetrable web. Under Mo Han’s devilish training, they were no longer ordinary guards, but true wolves.

And now was the time to test the fruits of their training.

Everyone fought with all they had. The so-called elites of Gathering Virtue Manor—before them, they were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.

“Kill!” The roar shook the heavens.

Thirty-one men plunging into a crowd of a hundred and fifty drove the Manor’s elites to the brink of fury. Never in their lives had they been so humiliated! They had ruled the underground for years—how dare mere factory guards challenge them like this?

Meanwhile, Fifth Lord and Overlord Blade’s sword and blade, united in attack, finally reached Mo Han.

“Die!” Fifth Lord’s longsword stabbed toward Mo Han’s heart, while Overlord Blade’s great blade swept down at his head.

Both moves were lethal, ruthless, and meant to kill in one blow, leaving no room for mercy.

Mo Han still stood before the chair, unmoving. His gaze remained on Li Qilang and the others, as if he hadn’t even registered the attack.

How could someone like this dare to be so arrogant? On what did he base his arrogance?

Fifth Lord raged inwardly, pressing his sword with even greater force.

Li An’an, who had been watching Fifth Lord and Overlord Blade, was so shaken she suddenly cried out, “Careful!”

At that very instant, Mo Han’s aura changed. Like a vortex, growing from nothing to something, expanding until it became a black hole devouring everything—this all happened in a heartbeat.

Mo Han moved!

He seemed to float, one hand reaching out, slow in appearance but as swift as lightning! He grabbed Fifth Lord’s sword, his palm like iron, bursting with terrifying strength.

Crack—Fifth Lord’s face changed dramatically. The sword that was about to pierce Mo Han’s heart was twisted and snapped in two by sheer force. Mo Han’s own hand bore not the slightest mark!

How could this be?

He had practiced the sword for twenty years, his skill far above most masters—how could Mo Han possibly…?

At the same time, Overlord Blade’s weapon came down from above. Mo Han’s right hand clenched into a fist and struck the blade head-on.

Like a dragon leaping from the sea, the punch carried the force to move mountains.

Crack! The blade shattered, and the shockwave sent Overlord Blade staggering back more than ten steps.

“Die!” Taking advantage of Mo Han’s focus on Overlord Blade, Fifth Lord quickly regained his senses and thrust the broken sword at Mo Han’s chest. His attack was blindingly fast, exploiting the opening as Mo Han turned.

In the blink of an eye, the broken sword was about to pierce Mo Han’s heart.

But at the critical moment, a sense of dread rose in Fifth Lord’s heart.

He realized his sword had not struck Mo Han himself, but only a fading afterimage!

How could he be so monstrously fast?

Fifth Lord was shaken to his core. This was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered. He knew now he had made a grave miscalculation. Of all the mistakes he could make, provoking Mo Han was the worst.

“Still have time to think?” A voice exploded in his ear, and before he could react, Mo Han’s fist crashed into his chest.

Bang!

He was sent flying, blood spraying like a dragon.

“Fifth Lord!” Overlord Blade cried out in alarm, gripping his broken weapon and slashing at Mo Han once more.