The Ruthless Child

Before the words fully faded, Situ Ding'er's throat suddenly tightened.

The air was instantly sucked away, and an invisible force gripped his neck, forcefully lifting his body of over a hundred and sixty pounds off the ground.

His feet kicked wildly in mid-air, his face flushed the color of pig liver, and his eyeballs bulged from the lack of oxygen, yet he could not utter even a single cry for help.

Ho ho!

As everyone knows, a person picked up by the throat cannot actually speak.

This scene fell into Situ Dingyi's eyes. His pupils shrank abruptly, and without a moment of hesitation, true qi erupted beneath his feet. Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, he shot straight toward Lin Mo.

He knew very well that the man in front of him was the real problem. Besieging Wei to rescue Zhao was the only way to break this deadlock.

But just as he was about to close within three steps of Lin Mo, a thin and small figure flashed out of thin air, steadily blocking his path.

It was a little girl?

Get lost!

Situ Dingyi was consumed by anger and did not put this little girl in his eyes at all. He viciously swung a slap wrapped in vigorous true qi right at her.

He wanted to let this ignorant brat know the consequences of standing in his way.

However, the expected sound of shattering bones did not ring out.

Screech!

An ear-piercing noise, like a grinding wheel against metal, exploded.

His palm felt as if it had slapped against an invisible wall covered in barbs. A piercing agony instantly spread from his palm through his entire body!

Situ Dingyi let out a muffled groan and hastily pulled his hand back.

Looking down, he saw that the palm of his right hand was a bloody mess. The protective true qi attached to it had been completely ground away, and even a layer of flesh and skin had been forcefully scraped off, revealing the faint gleam of white finger bones.

Blood dripped down through his fingers, falling with a tick-tock sound onto the expensive carpet, blooming into glaring little crimson flowers.

He abruptly raised his head, staring fixedly at the expressionless little girl before him. The anger in his eyes was replaced by shock and apprehension.

Yanhuang Awakening?

These words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

Right at this moment, Lin Mo casually let go of his hand, as if tossing away trash.

Thump!

Situ Ding'er crashed heavily onto the ground. He did not greedily gasp for air like a drowning man; instead, the moment he drew his first breath, a beast-like ferocious light burst from his eyes as he roared and lunged at Lin Mo again.

Idiot!

Situ Dingyi cursed inwardly, but it was too late to stop him.

In the next second, an even more bizarre thing happened.

Thud!

With a muffled thud, Situ Ding'er seemed to hit an invisible wall. He was bounced back, seeing stars, and fell flat on his back.

He struggled to get up, only to find that above his head, behind him, and to his left and right, there were hard, slippery barriers.

He was trapped in a transparent cage that just perfectly accommodated his body, like a beetle stuffed into a glass jar, both comical and pathetic.

Alright, let us not waste time.

Lin Mo finally spoke. He pointed with his chin at Ning Qingcheng, who had already taken a fighting stance. His tone was as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.

It is very simple. Beat my junior sister, and this guy named Situ Ding'er gets to live. Lose... He paused and smiled, ...he can still live, but you will answer whatever I ask.

This was not a negotiation; it was clearly a notification.

Lin Mo's tone was very relaxed, but Situ Dingyi felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Situ Dingyi's back teeth ground together loudly, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. He glanced at his trapped younger brother, then looked at his own bloody right hand, and finally, his gaze landed on that indifferent-looking little girl.

How could he, the dignified number one of the Situ family's Ding branch, possibly lose to a child!

He took a deep breath, squeezing the anger and battle intent in his chest to the absolute limit.

Fine!

The single word exploded like thunder. Before the sound faded, the floor beneath Situ Dingyi's feet suddenly cracked, and his figure turned into a blurry afterimage, pouncing straight toward Ning Qingcheng!

He intended to use the most violent attack to tear this girl before him to shreds, along with the humiliation he had suffered!

Unfortunately, he had encountered the most formidable spatial ability user from the Yanhuang Awakening talent tests.

To the side, Lin Mo stood with his arms crossed, his expression calm, as if he were admiring a pre-arranged teaching drill.

In immortal cultivation, a spatial spirit root is also an extremely powerful physique.

He could, of course, crush these two to death with a single finger, but a master's duty is to guide, not to do the work for them.

He still needed to properly polish this piece of uncut jade.

And to sharpen this piece of uncut jade, he needed to use this kind of trash as a whetstone for it to be effective enough.

Even while attending school, Ning Qingcheng would earnestly train her abilities every day.

Of course, this was primarily to control her spatial abilities.

Facing Situ Dingyi, who lunged forward with the momentum of wind and thunder, Ning Qingcheng did not retreat but advanced, merely taking a half-step forward.

Her movements were light. She crossed her small hands in front of her chest, and where her fingertips traced, the air ahead actually began to distort, rippling in visible waves.

Those were not water ripples, but folded and severed space! Every single ripple was enough to grind steel into powder.

If one did not look closely, they would not notice the hidden danger within.

Situ Dingyi's fist had already blasted to within three inches of Ning Qingcheng's face, the fierce fist wind even blowing up her hair.

But at this very instant, a tremor originating from his soul made all the hairs on his body stand on end!

Danger!

He could not see what it was, but his body's instinct was frantically roaring at him to retreat.

It was that same power from just now!

He remembered the flesh and blood that had been ground away moments ago.

If he delivered this punch, he feared half of his fist would be ground away out of thin air by that bizarre fluctuation!

In a flash of lightning, Situ Dingyi forcefully twisted his waist and pulled back his fist. The true qi inside his body surged violently, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

In the exchange of blows during combat, the biggest taboo is losing momentum midway.

The moment he stopped was the beginning of Ning Qingcheng's attack!

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the originally defending girl. She suddenly lowered her body and executed an incredibly smooth sliding tackle, like a snake slithering close to the ground, instantly closing in on Situ Dingyi's lower body.

Ning Qingcheng came from a branch family of the Ning clan. Even before her awakening, the Ning family had already arranged various training sessions for its members.

For instance, martial arts were mandatory to learn.

Abilities were just the beginning; to forge iron, one must be strong themselves.

According to Lin Mo's observations, ability users could also strengthen their bodies, but combat techniques still had to be practiced personally.

Situ Dingyi had just steadied his posture and had not yet had time to change his move when he felt a chill at his waist.

He subconsciously looked down, only to see that the expensive, custom-made suit he was wearing had been cleanly severed at the waist. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the upper half was slowly sliding off.

So fast?!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a piercing agony suddenly shot up from his right wrist!

The pain came so suddenly and so intensely that it made him let out a muffled groan.

He looked down in horror, only to see a thin, long line of blood had appeared on his right wrist at some unknown point.

The bloodline expanded rapidly, and crimson blood instantly gushed out!

The protective qi he was so proud of, sturdy enough to withstand ordinary swords and sabers, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before that invisible slash. It was silently severed, right along with the tendons in his hand.