Chapter 86

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Chapter 86: The Iron-Hearted Destruction of Delicate Flowers

Just as the soldier’s hand was about to touch Lin Mo’s neck, he suddenly noticed Lin Mo leisurely turning half of his body. With a slight shift and an upward motion of his arm, a fist emerged, executing a remarkably clever maneuver that allowed Lin Mo to evade the soldier’s knife hand. The soldier almost felt the tips of his fingers brush against the sweat on Lin Mo’s neck, but that was all it was—a mere brush.

With a muffled grunt, the soldier clutched his neck in disbelief, falling backward onto the grass, his strong body creating a heavy thud as it hit the ground. He stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that his strike not only missed but had ended up colliding with Lin Mo’s fist, as if it had been a rehearsed performance.

“Ugh!” The bearded squad leader trembled slightly, unable to resist touching his own neck. That soldier had ended up crashing into Lin Mo’s fist; he was undoubtedly in a world of pain.

The squad leader even felt an impulse to cover his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

The soldier on the ground coughed loudly. Although it was not fatal, the force of his own throat colliding with Lin Mo’s fist was an unbearable feeling that was beyond imagination.

The remaining four soldiers exchanged shocked glances, clearly taken aback. This fighting style was something they had never seen before; it seemed more like a fortuitous event than a combat technique.

Another soldier stepped forward, this time with a full one hundred twenty percent effort, taking a stance as he scrutinized Lin Mo from head to toe. However, Lin Mo stood there with no movements, presenting a multitude of vulnerabilities, resembling an ordinary person. Yet, having learned from the previous incident, the second soldier did not let his guard down. Despite Lin Mo’s seemingly loose stance, he could not perceive any hidden threats. Finally, unable to contain himself, the second challenger let out a loud roar and charged at Lin Mo.

Bang!

“Ugh!”

The second soldier fully replicated the previous round of combat, staggering back a few steps and collapsing onto the grass. Clutching his throat, he could only emit whistling sounds, his face distorted in agony.

This was no coincidence; the three remaining soldiers exchanged glances, questioning if this was what they had heard about—the legend of an unarmed fighter defeating an armed one.

The three soldiers in black uniforms abandoned their previous strategy of one-on-one challenges and surrounded Lin Mo, forming a triangle around him. They no longer cared about vulnerabilities, attacking simultaneously with strikes aimed at different levels.

The bearded squad leader watched nervously from the sidelines; after all, these were the elite guards of the Red Scorpion. Proficient in both marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat, if Lin Mo could pass this test, it would be a tremendous leap forward. If he could help himself as well, a life of luxury would soon await—how could he take care of Lin Mo without worrying?

Figures blurred as three skilled soldiers confronted Lin Mo alone. Though they could not harm Lin Mo, he felt somewhat constrained. When he inadvertently used a bit of force, one soldier crashed his fist against Lin Mo, feeling as if he had struck steel, stunning himself with the pain. The tremendous recoil launched him backward, and he landed clumsily on the grass.

Lin Mo’s movements were incredibly straightforward. His techniques differed completely from the killing moves employed in this world’s military. He ignored the joints and vital points of his opponents, focusing instead on raw power and impact, like a Dragon Knight targeting massive creatures. Even a simple strike, if it connected, could be fatal.

They exchanged punches, and another soldier staggered backward, clutching his fist and collapsing to the ground. Completely incapable of rising, he wearily contorted to suppress his cries; his twisted arm indicated all the bones within had broken.

The last remaining soldier, Lin Mo smiled lightly, beckoning him with a finger. The soldier showed no signs of retreating; knowing he would likely lose, he charged in nonetheless.

Almost an inescapable fate, his head collided directly with Lin Mo’s fist. The Air Knight’s predictive skills were astonishing, capable of easily dodging bullets, let alone a human’s slower movements, making those who fought Lin Mo seem to collide with him by mere chance.

“Oh, Allah! You are a warrior sent by Allah! Abdullah, praise be to Allah!” The bearded squad leader praised Allah fervently while circling around Lin Mo, reciting passages from the Quran, filled with excitement at witnessing what he believed to be the strongest warrior on Earth.

As for the unfortunate state of the elite guards, the squad leader had no doubt Lin Mo would be punished for this; he was completely certain that Lin Mo being accepted into the elite guard was as good as set in stone. This was one duck that could not fly away.

“I’m going to sleep!” After a long mental struggle, Lin Mo finally uttered a Russian word—one of the few he could say. Ignoring the five challengers, he turned and returned to his dormitory to go to sleep, caring little about what happened next.

“Damn, this guy!” The five soldiers in black uniforms unsteadily stood up, clearly injured. Lin Mo had consciously avoided using lethal force; unlike those troublemakers in the camp, his approach was not take-no-prisoners.

“Let’s go report back. Daga, how’s your hand?”

“My hand’s fine, but I might not fully recover for at least half a year.” The soldier whose arm Lin Mo had completely injured gritted his teeth, audibly cracking his bones to reset them, each crack causing his face to turn pale and his body to tremble violently.

“What a terrifying individual. If he joins the chief’s guard, who knows what will happen?”

“I also have a bad feeling. This guy might just be a calamity.”

“Enough talk. Our task is complete; let’s find a doctor!”

The five soldiers supported each other as they wobbled away. Their decision to challenge Lin Mo had been a direct order from their superiors, and they simply had to follow through without further considerations.

“Report!”

Inside a luxurious palace-like building, at the entrance of a grand hall, Lin Mo arrived wearing a black uniform.

This uniform, identical to that worn by the soldiers who had challenged him the previous night, had been brought to him alongside breakfast by the bearded squad leader early that morning. After listening to the explanation, Lin Mo pieced together that he had been selected for a relatively advanced division of the Red Scorpion’s elite guard. However, whether he could become a formal member still relied on investigation and approval from specialized personnel within the Red Scorpion.

“Come in!” Lin Mo heard a pleasant female voice speaking Russian from inside.

The guard at the door pulled open the door for Lin Mo.

Inside, a large wooden desk filled with noble flair was occupied by a stunning blonde woman in her thirties or perhaps even younger. Due to their diets, Western Caucasians generally mature more quickly than their Asian counterparts.

She had a large, perky bosom, a perfectly shaped waist, and her flat stomach showed no sign of excess flesh. Her long legs were slender and lacked any sign of muscle, perfectly embodying the ideal proportions of a supermodel. Lin Mo couldn’t help but form a first impression of the blonde beauty that perfectly matched her figure.

Having previously trained with the KGB, Yakov’s makeup skills rivaled those of professional beauticians. He had transformed Lin Mo into a young Kazakh man. Even though Yakov wasn’t physically present, the sun-tanned skin Lin Mo sported could not be cleansed away with mere water, giving him the appearance of a flawless Kazakh face.

Even if Yakov were not around, the small tips he had shared with Lin Mo were sufficient for him to maintain this Kazakh facial feature for an extended period, making it impossible for anyone to recognize the true Han Chinese bloodline beneath.

Lin Mo’s operational route and his support team seemed tailor-made, lacking nothing he required.

Without any deliberate training, the confidence and pride of a Dragon Knight manifested in Lin Mo as a calm demeanor. As he entered the hall, he didn’t blink an eye, completely dismissing the beautiful woman before him.

“What a handsome young man!” The lazy, elegantly curved blonde beauty arose from the sofa, swaying temptingly as she approached Lin Mo, displaying a gentle smile. “My name is Natasha. I heard you’re quite a fighter!” Her sweet tone shifted suddenly as she said, “you’re quite a fighter!” turning fierce and steely.

A powerful gust struck Lin Mo’s head. The charming woman flipped from alluring to deadly in an instant, transitioning into a fierce attack.

With a swift motion, Lin Mo merely lifted his right hand without even shifting his gaze. He grabbed a delicate white leg that appeared next to him, effortlessly dispelling the fierce side kick aimed at his head.

However, the Russian beauty had no intention of letting Lin Mo off easily. With a sharp cry, ignoring the revealing nature of her skirt, she leveraged the fact that Lin Mo was holding her leg as support and raised her other leg high to kick at Lin Mo’s head, concealing a deadly scissor kick within the attack.

The heavy weapon Lin Mo had wielded before was a two-hundred-pound Dragon-slaying Giant Sword, but could this Russian beauty weigh more than that? The clear answer was no. Lin Mo was not a good Samaritan; he had no intention of giving support. Instead, he treated her like a Giant Sword, shaking her off with force and sending her flying back to the sofa.

A soft, delicate female body was thrown back without mercy onto the sofa.

Squeak!

The hall erupted with a harsh scraping sound. The noble leather sofa surged backward, bearing the impact of the golden-haired beauty, dragging nearly two meters across the solid wooden floor, leaving a frightening trace in its wake.