Squeeze to Death

A gravitational force stronger than before surged toward Zhuge Chen.

"Eight Trigrams, Shift Position!"

Zhuge Chen vanished from his spot, reappearing three meters away in the next instant.

That was the limit of his Eight Trigrams formation technique.

Given the situation, he had no choice but to escape as far as possible.

But Qian Run remained completely still, that unsettling smile still plastered on his face as he calmly watched Zhuge Chen.

"As expected of a disciple who inherited the true teachings of the Marquis of Wu's lineage—your Eight Trigrams formation is indeed well-practiced."

The moment the words left his mouth, the gravitational field abruptly expanded.

Even though Zhuge Chen had retreated three meters, he still couldn't escape the invisible force's reach.

A crushing pressure, like a mountain, bore down on him, making even breathing a struggle.

Zhuge Chen knew there was no dodging now. He could only resign himself to fate, closing his eyes and awaiting the inevitable, overwhelming squeeze.

But the anticipated crushing blow never came.

The surroundings grew eerily silent. Sensing something was off, Zhuge Chen slowly opened his eyes.

A figure stood firmly before him.

"I told you, if I say you won't die, you won't die."

Lin Mo's lazy voice rang out.

Qian Run and his group stared at Lin Mo in disbelief, their faces painted with shock.

They recognized who he was.

In Qian Run's mind, Lin Mo was the one person he least wanted to provoke.

But what Qian Run didn't know was that Lin Mo had been dragged into this mess by Jiahao and that brawler.

Watching Lin Mo's easygoing demeanor, Qian Run's nerves coiled tight. He abruptly hurled a smoke bomb, his movements swift and decisive.

"Lin Mo, you're formidable, so I won't fight you. Until we meet..."

But before he could finish the last word, a gust of wind swept through, scattering the smoke into nothingness.

Qian Run had been clutching a scroll in his hand, planning to use it to escape.

But in an instant, that scroll was already firmly in Lin Mo's grasp.

"Oh? A thing made with spatial folding. Interesting. Just pass through it and you reach another space? Not a bad technique. Truly interesting."

Lin Mo toyed with the scroll in his hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but more than that, a dismissiveness toward such trivial tricks.

The smile had vanished from Qian Run's face, replaced by a fury that came from being completely seen through.

He understood that against Lin Mo, all flashy methods were useless.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Run raised his hand, sucked a few of his nearby men toward him, then shoved them violently at Lin Mo.

"Stop Lin Mo!" His voice trembled, revealing an unprecedented panic.

These fresh recruits of the Diamond Dog couldn't control themselves.

Propelled by Qian Run's gravitational force, they shot forward at incredible speed, heading straight for Lin Mo.

This wasn't a real block—it was Qian Run using these people's lives to buy himself a chance to escape.

Those men were forcefully pushed forward, but most of them didn't dare to lay a hand on Lin Mo.

Only the burly woman who had killed Qin Suishou was the exception.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, like someone who had been pent up for too long and finally found an outlet. She charged straight at Lin Mo.

"I've always wondered how powerful the famous Lin Mo really is," she said, her voice neutral but brimming with ferocity.

She swung her fist, whipping up a gust of wind aimed directly at Lin Mo's face.

Her ability lay in those fists—indestructible fists.

But Lin Mo merely sidestepped slightly, raising his foot—a movement so fast it was barely visible.

The burly woman's body flew backward in an instant, crashing heavily into the wall with a dull thud. She struggled a couple of times, then passed out.

The men beside her, before they could even react, were inexplicably sent flying too, without even touching Lin Mo's clothes.

Qian Run hadn't expected these people to fail to hold Lin Mo off even for a few seconds. He yanked out a tire iron, swinging it from above down at Lin Mo.

"Gravity boost!"

He growled, his voice pressed from deep in his throat.

Qian Run's maximum control over gravity was twelvefold.

Twelve times gravity instantly fused onto the tire iron, the air seeming to compress under the sudden pressure, emitting a faint hum.

This blow would be enough to flatten a wrecked car. Twisted joy flickered across Qian Run's face—he refused to believe Lin Mo was invincible.

But Lin Mo simply raised one hand, seemingly casually, yet perfectly catching the heavy iron.

Qian Run's smile froze on his face. He strained with all his strength, veins bulging, his feet even sinking into the ground, but the iron didn't budge an inch, as if it had taken root in Lin Mo's palm.

"Diamond Dog?"

Lin Mo spoke lightly, his tone unreadable but carrying an odd pressure. "Let me see what kind of dog you are."

Without another word, Lin Mo's fist slammed into Qian Run's face.

The tremendous impact snapped Qian Run's head back violently. His vision went dark, then a bitter, metallic taste flooded his mouth.

Saliva, snot, and several broken teeth, accompanied by a scream, mixed with bloody foam and scattered in a mess on the ground.

Lin Mo's fists didn't stop. One punch after another, each heavier and more precise than the last, mercilessly smashing into Qian Run's face, chest, and abdomen.

"ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

Qian Run's screams went from agony gradually to weak, ending in shattered sobs. His body was like a ragged doll being pummeled by Lin Mo, the sound of breaking bones stark in the silent air.

"You've crushed plenty of people with gravity, haven't you? Well then... you will be crushed to death!"

He abruptly withdrew his fist and clenched his palm.

Invisible spiritual energy instantly condensed, forming an airtight cage around Qian Run.

This cage wasn't physical, but it was stronger than any steel.

Lin Mo, of course, didn't have gravity powers, but he had more than enough spiritual energy.

Besides, his spiritual cage was far more refined than mere gravity—it could pressurize from all directions simultaneously, giving Qian Run a thorough experience.

Trapped inside the cage, Qian Run was now unrecognizable. He struggled to reach into his chest with a trembling hand, pulling out a document bag as if it were his last lifeline.

"You... you can't kill me!"

He gasped, his voice hoarse. "Otherwise, I'll destroy this spatial pouch. All the gold inside... all of it will be lost!"

He thought this would make Lin Mo hesitate and spare him.

But Lin Mo just raised an eyebrow, as if reminded of something.

"Right, what's inside has to be returned. Though I want to explain to you that it's not gold, it's hardly necessary." Lin Mo muttered to himself, his tone absent.

He stretched out his hand and, with an empty grab, the document bag instantly appeared in Lin Mo's grasp.

"Thanks for the reminder," Lin Mo said, his voice emotionless.

Then, without hesitation, he squeezed.

The spiritual cage contracted sharply.