Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Roar!

When discovering a human appearing in front of it, the barbaric beast with four arms let out a sky-shattering roar and swiftly charged towards Lin Mo, generating a gust of wind that swept up the surrounding fallen leaves with incredible speed.

Lin Mo had left the Xuanyuan Sword to his clone, intending to use these beasts to refine his martial arts combat skills. Facing a Galaxy-level early-stage beast, instead of fear, his eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

”Good timing.”

Facing the rapidly charging beast, Lin Mo tightly clenched his fist, his gaze sharp like a blade tracing the beast’s path. True Yuan condensed on his fist, gradually manifesting a layer of cold energy covering its surface.

Towards the beast, Lin Mo’s right fist suddenly shot out, carrying an unstoppable surge of True Yuan. The Star Power within him erupted instantly, and a cone-shaped vortex of cold energy condensed on his fist.

The beast suddenly punched back, the two fists clashing forcefully, the unleashed True Yuan sweeping away all the fallen leaves from the ground.

Lin Mo’s expression only shifted slightly; the beast had considerable strength, causing him to slide back five or six meters before halting. While the beast retreated only two or three meters, this collision indeed put Lin Mo at a disadvantage.

”This is right, a beast that can refine my martial arts skills will enable faster progress.” Lin Mo was not afraid at all; instead, he licked his lips, showing a fervent glow on his face. His figure darted once more, leaving a string of afterimages as he directly engaged the beast again, fighting with heavy shadows, the sound of True Yuan force echoing loudly.

Explosions rang out. If not for the Star Wheel Universe Map providing a thousandfold combat power boost, Lin Mo’s current strength would only reach the Sun Wheel Realm Peak, not even touching the edge of Galaxy Level. Only by using the Star Wheel Universe Map could he stand a chance of competing with the likes of Lord Tao, Hong Ling, and other elite disciples of the new batch.

Hence, for his power enhancement, Lin Mo was eager, needing to diligently climb upwards to acquire more resources.

In just two minutes, Lin Mo and the beast had already exchanged thousands of punches, the dispersing True Yuan made nearby trees explode.

”Die!” Seizing the moment, Lin Mo’s entire arm, covered with cold energy, smashed down on the head of the beast like a sledgehammer, causing the beast to tremble. The cold energy on his arm infiltrated the beast’s body like maggots, freezing the beast completely in just a moment.

Sigh!

Lin Mo leaped backward, landing lightly on the ground, looking at the beast frozen into an ice sculpture, he cut open its head, extracted an inner core, and tossed it into his Space Ring.

Relying solely on martial arts, internal energy, and magic to kill the beast before him would have been easy for Lin Mo. After all, on Yu Lan Star, he had slain a Galaxy-level beginner cultivator within the Giant Sword.

Although cultivators do not possess the vigorous physiques and strength that beasts are naturally endowed with, they excel in martial arts combat, far more challenging to kill than beasts. The prolonged time in killing this Galaxy-level early-stage beast was because Lin Mo aimed to refine his martial arts application skills, an insight gained from his previous encounter with Hong Tao.

Although the other party suffered a slight loss at his hands, the opponent’s usage of True Yuan was evident without waste, instead focused on deadly blows.

”Just now, in killing this Galaxy-level early-stage beast, at least three hundred percent of True Yuan power was expended.” Watching the surroundings in chaos, Lin Mo frowned slightly with his sword-like brows.

Every martial artist’s body condenses True Yuan; if two people have similar strength, whoever controls their True Yuan more skillfully can endure longer and have greater odds of winning. For example, Lin Mo’s True Yuan unit is ten thousand; to kill the beast, one thousand would suffice. Due to lacking precise control, it cost three thousand, with two thousand being excess waste.

There’s a saying about using good steel wisely, essentially this principle.

In the next three days, Lin Mo roamed within the range of Galaxy-level early-stage beasts, continuously practicing True Yuan control. He did not venture into areas with Galaxy Level Middle beasts.

It’s not that he doesn’t possess the ability to kill Galaxy-level middle-stage beasts, but such fights do not enhance his training effect. Killing Galaxy-level middle-stage beasts demands full strength. Three days later, Lin Mo gazed at a beast resembling a tiger or leopard with fiery red scales on the ground, extracted its inner core, showing a satisfied smile. His True Yuan expenditure finally reduced to two hundred percent after three days of relentless combat.

”But the pace of hunting beasts like this is still a bit slow!”

Lin Mo shook his head; four days remained until leaving the Prison Realm, and he’d only collected under forty thousand points, barely enough for two days in the Transformation Pond.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo decided to spend a day hunting beasts at full capacity, and the next day on True Yuan control training.

With True Yuan training, he could find around a hundred Galaxy-level beasts for trial daily. After truly letting go, his hunting speed improved drastically, accelerating two or three times, a truly intense training regime.

”Three Thousand Light and Shadow Swords!”

Dozens of shimmering Light and Shadow Swords pierced through the head of a Three-tailed Green Python like a Silver Shuttle. The massive beast fell to the ground unwillingly, raising a circle of dust.

Lin Mo expertly opened its head, extracted the inner core, and dropped it into the Space Ring. Suddenly, he leapt onto a tall tree trunk, his face tightened as he sensed two cultivator auras rapidly approaching about three kilometers ahead, evidently drawn by the True Yuan fluctuation from his clash with the Three-tailed Green Python.

It’s known that the entire Prison Realm is vast; encountering another disciple is quite rare. Although the Mystic Realm Sect prohibits killing fellow disciples, with surveillance in the Prison Realm, it’s not uncommon for others to injure and seize points. For such internal conflicts, the Mystic Realm Sect turns a blind eye, as it stimulates disciple competitiveness. Moments later, the two figures arrived near the python’s corpse. Seeing them, Lin Mo’s lips curled into a slight smile, murmuring, ”Fate really brings adversaries together no matter where.”