Chapter Five Hundred and Seventeen Who … … Who Is The Mo Here … … (1/2)

Chapter Five Hundred and Seventeen Who … … Who Is The Mo Here … …

Ye Ling’s position was quartermaster, it was his primary duty, but he was not unfamiliar with battle. In truth, in the mo military, people who could not fight were unable to survive.

The mo respected power. From childhood, they were taught the philosophy of fighting and its unparalleled and ultimate status. Status, wealth, mo skills, the hopes of the clan and others, all of them had to be earned through fighting prowess. This was a long battle that began in youth, a life that was cruel and filled with blood. Those that could survive this battle and achieve something were the elite of the mo.

Ye Ling was that kind of elite. Even if he was just a quartermaster, even if it had been many years since he last fought, this kind of instinct would not degrade.

The other’s mo-esque style of fighting shocked him but he quickly recovered his calmness. His years of experience in the military allowed him to face anything calmly.

His preferred position as he commanded differed from Zuo Mo. His position was at the center of the battle formation.

For mo this was a rare position to stand in.

Mo revered directness and brute force. Their battle generals usually stood at the front of the battle formation, as the tip of the blade! This could maximize the amount of strength they gathered from the entire battalion to unleash the strongest attack!

That was where Zuo Mo was standing.

Ye Ling couldn’t help but feel slight strangeness. As a true-blooded mo, his position was not like the mo but more similar to the yao and the xiuzhe. The enemy was clearly a xiuzhe but what he used was a conventional mo battle style.

Who really was the mo here?

This absurd thought flashed through his mind.

He quickly refocused his attention. Threads of power responded to him. Everything in the surroundings suddenly became unprecedentedly clear. A feeling of strength grew quickly in his mind!

Such a familiar feeling!

Strangely, he felt emotional. The battle spirit in his blood had remained cold for many years, but now the excitement of his youth was reawakened. His eyes became misty black.

Like a ball of mist, his figure disappeared in the air.

Almost at the same time, every mo soldier under his command had their eyes turn red as though they were dyed in fresh blood.

Silently, murderousness grew!

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“[Mist Hand Seat]!” The holy smile on Wei’s face suddenly froze and he showed shock.

“What is that?”

Zuo Mo didn’t dare to be careless. In a flash, the enemy troop suddenly seemed to inflate. The murderousness made him feel great pressure.

“A very interesting mo skill.” Pu Yao’s voice suddenly inserted but his tone was full of undisguised schadenfreude. “I and Little Wei encountered this in the past. Tsk tsk, I really miss that time!”

Pu Yao dragged out the sound as he smacked his lips. He really appeared to be reminiscing about the past.

Little Wei … …

Wei’s smile became increasingly forced.

Hearing Pu Yao’s words, Zuo Mo suddenly had a bad feeling. “It’s very powerful?”

“Powerful?” The corners of Pu Yao’s lips rose slightly as he shook his head. “No no no! It isn’t powerful, but it is very interesting. Haha … …”

As though he seemed to recall something, Pu Yao roared with laughter. The laugher that was furious and as sharp as blades echoed in Zuo Mo’s sea of consciousness.

Wei’s expression became increasingly terrible.

Zuo Mo’s bad feeling grew. Had they encountered a difficult enemy!

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“I wonder how Ye Ling Daren is right now?” The vice commander was full of worry. “The other has gambled on Ye Ling Daren, and the troop they sent definitely would not be weak … …”

The vice commander’s nagging had caused Shi Dong’s patient to finally reach its end. He impatiently interrupted, “You don’t need to worry for Ye Ling!”

“But … …”

Seeing the worry on his vice commander’s face, Shi Dong thought and decided to say something. “Do not underestimate Ye Ling. What he cultivates is the [Mist Hand Seat.]”

“Ah!” The vice commander was shocked and his mouth was gaped so wide an egg could be shoved through it. After a long while, his mind refocused. He stammered out a question. “[Mist Hand Sea]? Heavens! Ye Ling Daren actually cultivates [Mist Hand Seat]!”

A military officer that was the quartermaster who cultivated the [Mist Hand Seat,] this was insane!

Shi Dong was silent for a moment. He suddenly said nonsensically, “It is a pity, if only he also cultivated the Mist mo physique … …”

The vice commander paused again but this time, he understood.

Shi Dong suddenly raised his head. His blue eyes narrowed slightly and his hand went to the mantis blade at his waist.

Looking down from the sky, the entire mo army seemed to stop without any warning. The entire process was carried out like clockwork, in sync and unified without any confusion.

In front of them, a troop was silently floating in the air.

Shi Dong gripped the handle of the mantis blade, his expression was icy and his back straight as he slowly walked towards the front.

With every step, his presence increased. When he reached to the front of the formation, he was like an unsheathed sword, the sharp edges exposed to the air without any reservation.

The mantis blade was unsheathed!

Pointing forward!

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When Gongsun Cha saw Shi Dong’s action, his lips couldn’t help but curl up. Without any warning, his peaceful eyes suddenly began to boil.

The shy and bashful smile suddenly held a thread of craziness and undisguised admiration.

The other dared to advance alone after detecting his intentions and aimed straight at Turtle Island. Just this action was enough to win Lil’ Miss’ respect.

When the opponent realized Vermillion Bird Camp’s advantage in speed, the other advanced at full speed without holding anything in reserve. This action that seemed reckless had greatly weakened Vermillion Bird Camp’s advantage of fighting on home ground. It forced Vermillion Bird Camp into an early battle with him.

This was a pretty good opponent!

The wind blew the fine bangs at his forehead. Under the excitement and pleasure of facing a matching opponent, Gongsun Cha’s neck turned red.

His consciousness spread like a net.

“Let’s start!”

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