Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands-Chapter 459: Want to Compete and See Who Can Kill More?

Chapter 459: Want to Compete and See Who Can Kill More?

Shen Mo watched the fading silhouettes of Wang Xing’an and the others, deep in thought.

What he’d just said hadn’t come from his life panel, but rather from his own experience and judgment of the situation.

Cutting off the enemy’s retreat and burning their supplies—these had always been favored tactics of ancient, battle-hardened generals.

If the demon clan had truly been plotting this for a long time, they would certainly have considered such a move.

In truth, Shen Mo’s life panel hadn’t changed at all.

Which meant that everything happening now, all these minor shifts, still weren’t enough to alter the overall course of his fate.

"I hope it’s just a guess... and not the truth."

Shen Mo withdrew from his thoughts and looked out toward the incoming tide of lesser demons.

Zhong Baisheng, not far away, also gazed ahead at the swarming demons pouring out from the darkness. Suddenly, he laughed.

"The number of demons attacking this time isn’t that large."

"There’s only one peak true demon as the leader. The golden and silver-level true demons beneath him aren’t many either."

"Heh, after sitting in the fortress for so long, my arms and legs are getting stiff."

"Shen Mo, what do you say—want to compete and see who kills more?"

Shen Mo smiled but didn’t answer.

Compete in kill count?

Even if Zhong Baisheng was at the peak Venerable level, when it came to efficiency in killing demons, Shen Mo wasn’t afraid of anyone.

Feng Cang couldn’t help but interject, "Commander Zhong, isn’t that a bit unfair?"

"Commander Shen comes from the Armory Hall—he’s better at crafting than frontline combat."

"Besides, isn’t Commander Shen’s cultivation still quite a bit lower than yours?"

He quickly added, "Commander Shen, I don’t mean any offense. Please don’t take it the wrong way."

Shen Mo nodded with a smile. "I understand."

Feng Cang was just stating what most saw as fact.

Demon Suppression Guards from the Armory Hall were usually skilled in crafting and lacked combat experience—nothing unusual about that.

But that only applied to others.

Not to Shen Mo.

Zhong Baisheng laughed heartily. "Fair point. Competing on kill count does seem a bit much for Shen Mo."

"How about this—if Commander Shen can earn half as much merit as I do from demon kills, he wins. If not, I win. How’s that?"

Feng Cang nodded. "That sounds fair. But with no stakes, it feels a little lacking."

Zhong Baisheng thought for a moment, then pulled something out of his storage ring and tossed it to Feng Cang.

He turned to Shen Mo. "Star Spirit Stone."

"This thing is definitely worthy as a wager."

Shen Mo’s eyes lit up.

In the Heavenly Dao Treasury, a Star Spirit Stone was a top-tier treasure of heaven grade.

Infusing it into a spirit weapon enhanced its spiritual nature.

If the weapon lacked a spirit, a single Star Spirit Stone could generate one.

If the weapon already had a spirit, the stone could deepen its intelligence and strengthen its connection with its wielder—making it as responsive as an extension of the hand.

A single stone like this required twenty B-rank war merits to redeem.

And even then, only four could be exchanged at a time—first come, first served.

At first, Shen Mo hadn’t been very interested in this so-called competition.

But now, he was starting to feel it.

Mainly because he wanted to test himself against a veteran expert like Zhong Baisheng—to learn from strengths and fill his gaps.

Definitely not because of the Star Spirit Stone.

Yes, absolutely not.

Seeing Shen Mo nod in agreement, Zhong Baisheng laughed out loud.

"If you win, the Star Spirit Stone is yours. If you lose, just transfer ten B-rank war merits to me."

"Deal! Let’s begin—I’ve been itching for this!"

With a loud roar, blood qi burst from him.

With a twist of his wrist, a blue longblade appeared in his hand.

He swung it down, and a blast of blue saber light exploded into the demon tide.

In a blink, dozens of lesser demons were torn apart, their flesh and blood spraying everywhere.

The raging blade light tore forward like a massive plow, carving deep trenches in the earth.

The path it left was littered with demon limbs and corpses.

Feng Cang’s expression showed obvious envy.

This was the power of a peak Venerable.

A single casual strike was enough to slaughter lesser demons empowered by demon aura.

In the darkness beyond—

A furious roar erupted.

"How dare a peak Venerable-level human attack lesser demons? You people are truly shameless!"

A figure burst out, floating mid-air, seething with rage.

Shen Mo fixed his gaze on him. freewebnøvel.coɱ

It was the peak true demon leading the attack.

Humanoid in shape.

But completely shrouded in dense black mist, concealing his true appearance.

He suddenly swung his arm.

The thick fog condensed into a massive skull and lunged toward the outpost.

“Old Feng, can you hold off that peak true demon?” Zhong Baisheng asked with a slight smile. “Can’t let him ruin my match with Commander Shen.”

Feng Cang cracked his knuckles and grinned. “Don’t worry, Commander Zhong. I might not be able to beat him, but holding him off is more than doable.”

“You two focus on your duel.”

With that, he stomped the ground and shot forward like a swift swallow.

He hurled a punch, blood qi erupting violently.

In an instant, it condensed into a colossal golden fist.

Before the fog-skull could reach the outpost, it collided head-on with the golden punch.

Above the outpost, a formation suddenly flashed to life.

BOOM!

The golden fist gradually dissipated.

The fog-skull also vanished without a trace.

“Heh… with the support of the outpost’s formation, even a golden-tier Venerable like me can hold off a peak true demon!” Feng Cang chuckled as he rubbed his fist with confidence.

Shen Mo caught a glimpse of the formation and gave a slight nod.

He remembered its name.

It was a top-tier earth-grade formation: the Eight Gates True Martial Array, a powerful setup for both offense and defense.

Once activated, it amplified all blood qi-based martial techniques unleashed from within.

It was precisely because of this formation that Feng Cang could barely contend with the peak true demon.

Clearly, Zhang Longxiang had spared no expense—willing to invest such a valuable formation to defend an outpost.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Blazing blue blade light tore through the lesser demons in wide arcs.

Zhong Baisheng displayed his might.

Wherever he passed, demons fell in droves.

The morale of the Demon Suppression Guards surged in turn.

Shen Mo rolled his wrist.

Blood qi surged from his palm.

A long spear materialized in his hand—ancient and commanding.

Its aura was bizarre and awe-inspiring.

It felt like a demonic spear steeped in the waters of the Yellow Springs, capable of sealing hell itself.

Yet at the same time, it radiated the sacred might of a divine lance enshrined in heavenly temples, blessed eternally by incense and worship.

Two completely opposing temperaments—demonic suppression and divine sanctity—coexisted in a single weapon.

Not far away, Zhong Baisheng cleaved a demonized jiao dragon in half.

In his excitement, a flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye—the long spear in Shen Mo’s hand.

His expression shifted in surprise.

He actually felt a sense of threat from that spear.

That… he hadn’t expected.

“What is that thing?”

“A spirit weapon? Doesn’t seem like one. Feels more like a martial technique…”

Zhong Baisheng was startled.

He suddenly realized—he may have underestimated Shen Mo’s combat strength.

Oh no… I might really lose that Star Spirit Stone…

His heart tightened.

He looked toward Shen Mo again.

Only to discover—Shen Mo was gone.

He had already charged into the demon horde like a raging wind.

That long spear was like the sharpest arrow.

Wherever it passed, all demonic beings perished.

His kill efficiency vastly outpaced Zhong Baisheng’s!

Zhong Baisheng’s eyes widened.

Good grief…

How is he killing them this fast!?

What cultivation realm is this guy?

Peak Venerable? Doesn’t seem like it…

No good!

If I slack off now, I might really lose to Shen Mo!

With that urgent thought flashing through his mind, Zhong Baisheng also ramped up his movements, not daring to hold anything back.

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