Warrior's Promise

Translator: Transn  Editor: Transn

As soon as he finished speaking, a couple men saw a young man in white walk inside.

After three days of travel, Su Mo finally arrived at the Ji Family in Maple Leaf City.

He was rather frustrated because he had not expected this mission to be a collaboration between many people.

Su Mo was fine with cooperating with others, but working in a team would limit his freedom.

However, since he was already here, then he should just finish this mission with these people!

"My name is Su Mo. Miss Ji, please forgive me for being late!"

Su Mo walked into the hall and clasped his hand in greeting towards Ji Shuirou.

"Haha, you're not late. Since everyone is here, let's get ready to leave."

Ji Shuirou smiled, stood up, and said to the four men, "Please wait for a moment as I prepare."

Then, Ji Shuirou sashayed out of the hall.

Su Mo found a spot in the hall to sit down.

"Humf! It doesn't even matter that you came. With your cultivation of Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm, you're just here for a show!" said a shrill voice in Su Mo's ear.

The voice belonged to a young man with long thin eyes.

This man was called Song Yang, and he was a disciple of the Scorching Sun Sect.

Su Mo frowned, looked at him, and said coldly, "That's an unnecessary thing to say! Be careful, disaster emanates from careless talk!"

"Disaster emanates from careless talk? Ha ha!"

Song Yang laughed loudly and said, "How dare a nobody from Gale Island speak so recklessly? Don't you think I can take you off of this mission?"

"Take me off?" asked Su Mo in surprise. "Can you speak for the Ji family?"

He had accepted the Ji family's mission, but if someone wanted him to give up the mission, it must be the Ji family.

This is why Su Mo asked.

"Ha ha!" Song Yang chuckled and said mockingly, "If you're heavily injured, you won't be able to join this mission!"

"Heavily injured?" Su Mo narrowed his eyes in realization, and he shook his head and said, "There will always be narrow-minded people in this world who have no regard for anyone else and are full of themselves, how sad!"

"Boy, you really have got some nerve!" shouted Song Yang furiously.

He stood up and shouted, with all of his Qi emanating from his body, "How dare a failure of Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm to be so rude! You must be tired of living!"

He Qian and another disciple of the Sky Yuan Sect watched their fighting with great interest.

"Boy, do you know who you're talking to?" asked the Sky Yuan sect disciple mockingly, "His name is Song Yang. He's the genius disciple of the Scorching Sun Sect and has completed fifteen sect missions in a year. He's famous in Skymoon country, known as "Fierce Cloud Hand". Even I, Dong Yue, am not his opponent. You better pray for luck if you're up against him!"

The Sky Yuan sect disciple Dong Yue was smiling gleefully.

Hearing this, Song Yang smiled haughtily.

"Trash, listen here! Do you want to drop out of the mission voluntarily, or do you need me to force you?" Song Yang said proudly as he looked down upon Su Mo.

He had not planned on kicking Su Mo off the mission, but Su Mo's intentional rudeness made him very displeased.

Su Mo glanced at Song Yang, who was full of pride and asked coldly, "Did you just call me trash?"

"Yeah! You only have a cultivation of Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm, aren't you trash?" Song Yang said disdainfully.

Su Mo stood up, glared at Song Yang coldly, and said, "Since that's the case, then take my trash strike. If you don't die, I'll spare your life."

Just after Su Mo spoke those words, Song Yang was shocked!

The Sky Rapier Sect disciple He Qian and the Sky Yuan Sect disciple Dong Yue were also stunned.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Or is he just ignorant?"

"How dare he speak so rudely about striking Song Yang and sparing his life?"

"Ha ha ha..."

After he regained his senses, Song Yang burst into laughter, and said, "Boy, I misread you. You're not crazy, you're simply stupid! Not to mention one strike, even with one hundred strikes, one thousand strikes, I'll still be standing!"

Song Yang roared with laughter. He was very confident because he was the genius disciple of the Scorching Sun Sect and was strongly favored in his sect. Besides, his cultivation method was Medium Lv 2, and his martial arts techniques were also Medium Lv 2 and had already been cultivated to the peak of the Minor Completion.

In the vast Scorching Sun Sect, there were no more than 10 people in his level who could defeat him.

Now, a disciple of Gale Island whose cultivation was a level lower than his dared to say that he was going to spare his life if he survived one strike.

How could he not laugh?

Looking at his opponent laugh disdainfully, Su Mo smiled playfully, and said, "I'm going to strike!"

Clang!

With a sword sound, a stream of bright sword radiance shot out.

The sword radiance was as swift and traceless as the wind, broke through space with threatening momentum, and shot towards Song Yang.

"What?"

Feeling the power of Su Mo's sword, Song Yang immediately stopped laughing and widened his eyes in shock.

His face was overtaken by endless fear.

The sword force was extremely fast, which made all the hairs on his body stand on end, and a sense of extreme terror arose in his heart.

Dong Yue stood up in shock.

He Qian also stood up. He specialized in swordsmanship, so he knew that how powerful this movement was when he saw it at a glance.

Roar!

Faced with such a strong sword, Song Yang had no time to think and swung his palm towards the sword radiance with a roar.

"Fierce Cloud Hand!"

Song Yang's palm immediately turned into a soldering iron that was bright red and gave off a frighteningly high temperature that could melt metal.

Then, the palm and sword radiance collided.

Boom!

With a startling sound, the strong force of the impact spread out from Su Mo and Song Yang, and it blasted all the tables and chairs in the hall into dust.

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the center of the impact with the speed of a rocket and crashed into the wall of the hall.

Boom!

The wall collapsed into a pile of rubble, and the figure was buried under the pile, barely stirring.

Everyone present was completely silent.

He Qian and Dong Yue stared with wide eyes at this scene.

The loser was Song Yang.

He actually could not even take a single strike!

The two men could not help but think of Su Mo's previous words. Song Yang's disaster really emanates from his careless talk.

If he had not provoked Su Mo, he would not have met this consequence.

After defeating Song Yang with one strike, Su Mo did not give him another glance and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Just as he had said, even if his opponent did not die, he would not attack again.

All the chairs in the hall had been shattered, and there was nowhere to sit, so Su Mo could only sit on the ground.

Gulp!

After a while, Dong Yue swallowed a gulp of saliva and looked at the calm Su Mo, and his expression instantly changed.

Soon, Dong Yue smiled in an embarrassed way and said, "Brother, I did not expect you to be so powerful. Song Yang should have been punished for provoking you, and if he died he would have deserved it!"

Dong Yue's tone was groveling as if he had forgotten he also disdained Su Mo before.

Dong Yue was a disciple of the Sky Yuan Sect and had no ties to Song Yang, so he did not mind if he lived or died.

Su Mo was too lazy to talk to a two-faced person like Dong Yue.

He Qian did not say anything and instead examined Su Mo with narrowed eyes, secretly sizing up his abilities.

Song Yang's defense had been a little rushed, so he did not have time to use his full power.

So if He Qian himself had attacked, he was able to heavily injure Song Yang with one strike as well.

Although he was also at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm, he had already reached the peak of this Level, and his combat force was much stronger than Song Yang's.

He concluded that if he were to fight Su Mo, the chances of winning would probably be 50%.