The Strongest Abandoned Son
Chapter 193: Living in Garisq
Ye Mo knew he was caught so there was no point in hiding. He stood up from behind a rock.
Although Bian Po knew there was someone back there, he was still shocked when Ye Mo came out. He did not expect Ye Mo to be so young; he was only in his 20s.
“Where are you from?” Bian Po observed Ye Mo and asked. If the long-haired man did not say he was following him, he might really not be able to find Ye Mo. That long haired man is a pig brain, how do you follow from the front?
The reason he was able to kill the two so quickly was because he used their fear towards earth level masters. If they were to really fight with their lives, it would not be easy for him, and he would probably not be able to kill them in the end. However, this young man could not even be found by the two of them, so he should be quite strong. Moreover, Ye Mo was still so young that he was shocked.
Ye Mo compared the Bian Po sword technique to the one using the sword in the Ye Family home. He discovered that Bian Po's sword technique was on another level.
He didn't want to fight someone like him, even if he had to, he didn't want to right now. Yet he knew that Bian Po said that there was a Red Leaf Pumpkin Fruit here; with the cruelty of Bian Po, how could he let it go?
“Do you believe if I say I came to Shen Nong Jia for the holidays?” Ye Mo scanned the surroundings with his spirit senses. It's very difficult to escape here. In addition to descending the mountain, there were cliffs everywhere.
Bian Po smiled but his face was expressionless. “I believe you, but it's useless for you, keep an eye on my sword.” As he spoke, his sword turned into a white gust and rolled towards Ye Mo. Even with the feeling of the spirit, he could not see that the sword had sliced towards him.
Ye Mo's face changed drastically. He had to rotate his body quickly to avoid this sword. The blade sliced through where Ye Mo stood before and created a deep mark. If these slices were connected, Ye Mo would have already cut in half.
Ye Mo stood far away on the other side of the cliff staring at Bian Po while his soul senses were focused on his wrist. He did not expect someone like Bian Po to use a sneak attack on him. Even so, Ye Mo was not bothered. In his view, no matter what meaning was used in a fight, one would win as long as they killed the opponent.
“Not bad, you dodged the attack.” Bian Po was surprised but soon calmed down. After one sentence, his sword swept over Ye Mo again.
Ye Mo focused his attention on Bian Po's movements. Seeing that he attacked again, he knew he was at an disadvantage without a weapon especially when Bian Po was stronger than him. Even if they had the same strength, it would be very difficult to defeat Bian Po without a weapon. His only thought was to find an opportunity to run down the cliff and run.
This time, Bian Po cut 7 times that connected into a single slice that sealed all of Ye Mo's backward paths.
Ye Mo casually took out a Xian Daoist whip. He was certain that if he did not have the feeling of a spirit, some of him would have already died. Even with the feeling of the spirit, many segments of the whip broke out after this round attack. The rest of the whip was no longer than Bian Po's sword.
The Xian Daoist whip was an attacking artifact that wasn't bad, but it was like grass under Bian Po's hack.
If he did not have this whip, perhaps Ye Mo had already lost an arm. From the beginning until now, Ye Mo was suppressed. His clothes had been torn apart by the sword qi, and there were 7 or 8 slashes on his body that were torn apart. That looks pretty scary.
However, Ye Mo knew that this was only a first-half strike, Bian Po was too terrifying. Is there a difference in one level? If he was still Stage 2 now, he would have long since died. Even now, if Ye Mo did not think of a way, death awaited him.
Bian Po's second round attack was still unable to kill Ye Mo. He stopped his attack as his eyes turned cold. He stared at Ye Mo for a while before asking, “Just who are you? How can you survive under 7 consecutive attacks? And where did you get the whip? Speak.”
Ye Mo sneered. Although Bian Po was much stronger than him, he still found something. When Xian Daoist's whip broke, he discovered Bian Po's weakness.
Bian Po must have just reached Earth Level; although his 7 attacks were powerful, there was a gap between each attack. This gap gave Ye Mo a slight chance. Without this piece, even if Ye Mo had a whip, he would be killed.
“Stop wasting time, if you want to fight, then fight.” Ye Mo calmed his chi and quickly thought of how he could use his wind blade to make a surprise attack and then run.
“OK, I'll see how long you can last.” Bian Po sneered. The long sword changed again, bringing this white light as it charged towards Ye Mo
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“Ning Qingxue, what do you see?” Just then at night, the tour guide noticed that in a distant place, Ning Qingxue continued to stare at the boulder.
“Hm, there are two people fighting, what is it? Is there an illusion in Shen Nong Jia? Not true, stop,” said Cui Lin. He saw two shadows fighting, but they had just separated.
“They quarrel again.” Cui Lin looked at the fight of the two. He had been a tour guide for several years, but he had never experienced anything of this kind.
Cui Lin turned around and looked at Ning Qingxue. He discovered that Ning QIngxue seemed to pay more attention to one of the figures. He looks very excited.
Cui Lin did not care but said to herself, “If it was in Wu Liang mountain, I would think it was a sword-practicing goddess. It's too interesting, I'll make everyone come and see.”
Then, Cui Lin quickly went to call people.
Ning Qingxue, however, stared stupidly at the figure on the rock, her heart beating fast as if it was about to jump out of her chest. He could feel one of them was Ye Mo — movement and form, exactly the same as the person he dreamed of. Is he thinking too much?
If Ning Qingxue had not seen him either, she would have thought he was dreaming, or was it because she craved Ye Mo so much that she had an illusion?
An illusion? Ning Qingxue suddenly thought. Are there actually two people fighting and the sun is reflecting on it here?
The two figures on the boulder gradually thinned until it moved to the side and disappeared.
Ning Qingxue's heart continued to beat rapidly and quickly took out the telescope on her chest and looked at the two figures. He felt that one of them must be Ye Mo; he was actually very sure it was him. Ye Mo's figure had appeared in his brain many times, so he knew he wouldn't be wrong.
Ning Qingxue did not spend much time until she was shocked as if she was struck by lightning. At the distant peak, there were two obscured figure fights.
It's real, it's real. Ye Mo, is that really you? Why are you here? Ning Qingxue shouted in her heart. He wished he could teleport to that cliff and help Ye Mo even if it was throwing stones at his opponent. However, he knew that the cliff was too far from here. Although the sun was good today, once the fog appeared, he would not be able to see there.
Ning Qingxue held the telescope but she could only watch from there. He has no way to help.
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Although Ye Mo had found a way to dodge the blade light, after the 3rd round, there were more slashes on his body. Other than a few whips, Ye Mo couldn't even make a threatening attack.
Ye Mo's whip had just turned into a grip. There was blood flowing on his chest to his waist which slowly soaked his pants.
Ye Mo's face turned pale; he knew that if this continued, the next round of sword intent would be his goal. However, this Bian Po was not only powerful in his attack, but his defense was also rather strong. After 3 rounds of attacks, Ye Mo could not even find a place to attack.
Ye Mo knew he only had one chance, if he wasted it, then he would die.
Bian Po was also panting. Her clothes were also torn by Ye Mo's whip. Some of the scabs can even be clearly seen.
“You are a rather strong opponent, but even so, today next year will be your anniversary.” Bian Po absolutely did not mind the light wound on him and attacked again.
Ye Mo suddenly threw the hilt of the whip at Bian Po and jumped as if he were jumping off a cliff.
“You asked to die.” Bian Po saw that Ye Mo dared to forcibly escape and sneered. His long sword turned into a white beam that charged towards Ye Mo, not even caring about the hilt Ye Mo threw at him.