Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1565 -

Looking at Rong Xiaofeng's eyes, which were like those of a Poison Snake, Lin Mo sneered, "Can't fight me so you want to use your background to threaten me?"

Han Xiaowen took a step forward, close to Lin Mo, her brows furrowed as she whispered, "Mr. Lin, perhaps you should give him a portion of the Original Law. Offending Rong Xiaofeng won't benefit you; his father is a Prince of the Demon Star, holding a high place in the Dayan Dynasty!"

"Whom shall restrict the nobility's fate? If it weren't for him being the legitimate son of the Prince, having numerous cultivation resources, it'd be a piece of cake for me to deal with him," Lin Mo said coldly.

Han Xiaowen's face slightly changed in color; evidently, Lin Mo seemed not to care about the status of the Demon Star Prince.

"Today, I must make him admit defeat." Lin Mo spoke slowly. He had already offended many people, and he didn't mind offending a Young Prince.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo's figure once again dashed wildly, his fist swung fiercely at Rong Xiaofeng's chest, causing the latter to bend like a shrimp, fly backward, his eyes bulging, and spit out a mouthful of blood wildly.

Rong Xiaofeng flew backward again, his back crashing continuously against several thick ice pillars before his body finally stopped on the ice, looking extremely pathetic.

From childhood to adulthood, Rong Xiaofeng had never been beaten like this by anyone. Furious flames burned in his heart, his eyes almost splitting open, having been beaten today in front of everyone by a mere Star Lake Level Early Stage person.

Others were stunned and silent, even Duanmu Yin's expression turned extremely unsightly, clearly not expecting Lin Mo's physical body to possess such powerful strength, utterly defeating Rong Xiaofeng without any resistance.

"Will you admit defeat?" Lin Mo's eyes were icy cold, gazing from afar at Rong Xiaofeng lying on the ice, he asked.

"Want me to admit defeat? You are not qualified enough. Today's humiliation, I will return it tenfold, a hundredfold in the future," Rong Xiaofeng covered his chest, shakily stood up, his eyes entirely red with anger.

"Is that so? Since you don't want to admit defeat, I will beat you until you do."

Lin Mo snorted coldly, his fists clenched again, his physical body comparable to a Basic-level Magical Treasure. In the Forbidden Area, almost nobody was his match.

Just then, a figure suddenly dropped down, blocking between Lin Mo and Rong Xiaofeng. That figure was none other than Duanmu Yin, a representative character of the Mystic Realm Sect.

Duanmu Yin's face was tense, carrying a solemn color as he shouted, "Lin Mo, Young Master Rong is a genius disciple of the Dayan Dynasty Academy, the legitimate son of the Demon Star Prince; quickly offer Young Master Rong an apology."

Lin Mo coldly looked at the person before him, showing disdain, and sneered, "Duanmu Yin, you brought up the competition, and now you want to stop me? Want me to apologize to him?"

Duanmu Yin was the grandson of an elder of the Mystic Realm Sect, an excellent figure within the Inner Sect; he was also the leader of disciples in this Great Ruins. Now, Duanmu Yin was obviously favoring Rong Xiaofeng.

"If I were beaten by Rong Xiaofeng lying on the ground, I'm afraid Brother Duanmu wouldn't say a word, right?" Lin Mo laughed coldly, his eyes shining with cold light, "Our people of the Mystic Realm Sect being humiliated, Brother Duanmu wouldn't say a word; does the competition have to be won by Rong Xiaofeng for Brother Duanmu to be happy, or is Brother Duanmu fearing Rong Xiaofeng's Young Prince status, or is Rong Xiaofeng going to split half of the Original Law Fragment with Brother Duanmu?"

Upon hearing this, many disciples of the Mystic Realm Sect's expressions slightly changed, looking at Duanmu Yin with extremely complex gazes. Everyone wasn't stupid; it was clear that Duanmu Yin was deliberately favoring Rong Xiaofeng.

"Shut up, you, an Outer Disciple, dare to criticize me?" Duanmu Yin's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his face dark and foreboding, fists slightly clenched.

Lin Mo coldly stared at him, not showing any fear, "Today, whoever dares stand in front of me, I will fight who; man stands, kill man; God stands, destroy God!"

With that, Lin Mo firmly stamped his foot, and dozens of ice cracks spread beneath, his figure swiftly darting out.

"Lin Mo, you've got nerve, daring to lay hands on me; today, I will teach you, this Outer Disciple, a lesson on behalf of the Mystic Realm Sect." Duanmu Yin's face changed, his eyes shooting out two rays of cold light, immediately punching toward Lin Mo.

"High-sounding!"

Lin Mo sneered dismissively, wanting to make a move just make a move, yet claiming to represent the Mystic Realm Sect.

In an instant, the fists of both carrying fierce wind collided with a heavy sound suddenly ringing out, immediately Duanmu Yin's body uncontrollably retreated more than a dozen steps, feet embedded in the ice before stopping, his face showing a hint of terror.

At the moment of their fists touching, a ferocious force surged into Duanmu Yin's arm, making it feel almost shattered, a terrifying force indeed.

"This guy, how does he have such strong physical strength!" Duanmu Yin's face slightly changed, internally surprised.

His right arm quivered slightly beside him, obviously unable yet to overcome the force from their collision.

Lin Mo ignored him, directly darting to Rong Xiaofeng's side, kicking him again, sending him flying, even eliciting a crisp cracking sound as ribs fractured in two.

Rong Xiaofeng's pain caused beads of cold sweat, clenching his teeth, eyes burning with rage staring at Lin Mo, yet deep in those angry eyes emerged a trace of fear.

"It's still time to admit defeat!" Lin Mo said, kicking Rong Xiaofeng's body once more.

Currently, Rong Xiaofeng had no power to resist, like a dead dog repeatedly kicked away. Beside him, Duanmu Yin watched this scene, although indignant, hesitated and eventually didn't speak; if he fought Lin Mo now, his outcome wouldn't be much better than Rong Xiaofeng's.

He, a genius Inner Disciple, grandson of Elder Duanmu, if beaten by Lin Mo, spreading the news, he might never raise his head in the Mystic Realm Sect.

"I, I admit defeat!"

Finally, Rong Xiaofeng lying on the ice couldn't withstand the immense pain in his body, seeing Lin Mo darting toward him again, hurriedly shouted.

Upon hearing, Lin Mo indeed stopped his hand, two disciples from the Dayan Dynasty Academy immediately darted to Rong Xiaofeng's side, helping him up.

"Lin Mo, I will remember today's matter, there's a long time to go." Rong Xiaofeng left with a customary remark and turned to leave; staying here would only continue to lose face.

"Young Prince, have you forgotten what was said before the match? To a Young Prince, ten thousand soul coins shouldn't be a big number, is the Young Prince going back on his word?" Lin Mo said calmly.

Rong Xiaofeng's facial muscles twitched fiercely twice, his face extremely sullen; being beaten, yet having to give away ten thousand soul coins proved quite a loss.

"Take it!" Rong Xiaofeng directly tossed a Space Ring.

"Lin Mo thanks the Young Prince first." Lin Mo grabbed the Space Ring, grinning widely. Seeing this, Rong Xiaofeng was almost furious enough to vomit blood and quickly left with several attendants.

"Now, I want the Original Law, does anyone object?"

Lin Mo's gaze swept across everyone's faces slowly, anyone caught by his gaze had their eyes flickering, even Rong Xiaofeng was beaten like a dead dog by Lin Mo, who dared step forward courting trouble?