Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

The elders of the Tang Sect also shook their heads and sighed. Originally, they placed many hopes on Mr. Zhu, but unexpectedly, he lost, and almost in a crushing defeat.

The Tang Sect was defeated, which means they will lose at least half of their industries, and in the future, they will also be suppressed by the Mafia.

"How is this possible, how could Mr. Zhu lose?" Tang Yijun's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression dazed, and he opened his mouth incredulously.

Only Tang Yitong's eyes flashed with a mischievous glint, looking at Lin Mo expectantly.

Lin Mo, with his hands behind his back, slowly stepped forward, walking toward the canyon. Seeing this, Tang Yijun frowned and shouted, "Hey, Lin Mo, what do you intend to do?"

The elders of the Tang Sect also saw Lin Mo's movements and couldn't help but furrow their brows deeply.

"Young man, what do you intend to do?"

"Are you planning to duel with Francis?"

"Even Mr. Zhu was defeated. Going over there would be nothing but a pointless sacrifice."

Everyone spoke one after another. Since Mr. Zhu was defeated, if you, someone who hasn't even reached the level of an S-rank Superpower User, go up, you'd just be cannon fodder.

Moreover, if Francis is provoked, he might directly destroy the Tang Sect.

"Lin Mo, what do you intend to do?" Tang Rulong's eyes widened as he suddenly shouted.

Lin Mo then stopped his steps, turned back, and looked at Tang Rulong, saying, "Mr. Tang, I just hope you won't forget to fulfill what you promised me. If I defeat Francis, give me the Energy Crystal I need."

"This... but you..." Tang Rulong saw Lin Mo's indifferent expression, startled into silence for a moment, suddenly seeing an overwhelming confidence and dominance from Lin Mo.

Tang Ruhu snorted coldly, sneering, "Going up there is simply a death wish. Even Mr. Zhu is no match for him. Young people like you shouldn't throw away your life for such ridiculous pride."

The elders also nodded in agreement.

Last time during the test at the Tang Sect's main hall, Lin Mo was ridiculed by everyone. To them, Lin Mo, being young, was certainly unwilling to accept it, which is why he followed them to Firebird Canyon.

"Young people always lose their lives over ridiculous pride." The Great Elder shook his head, full of disappointment.

Lin Mo, however, seemed not to hear their words, heading towards the canyon. With each step he took, it was as if there was an invisible staircase in the air that he was stepping up.

"Hmm, another one?" Francis turned his head, his gaze landing on Lin Mo, with a trace of imperceptible red light flashing in his eyes.

"You're not even an S-rank Superpower User, yet you dare to challenge me?" Francis detected the attribute fluctuations within Lin Mo's body, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

As long as Lin Mo doesn't use the Yang Wood Technique or Purple Eyes and doesn't activate his two extremely strong attributes, Superpower Users can only sense some energy flowing out of him, assuming he's not an S-rank Superpower User.

"But this is fine. Since you're voluntarily sending yourself to death, I'll just absorb a bit more energy."

With that said, Francis's hand once again conjured a black liquid sphere and hurled it at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo remained indifferent, without joy or sorrow, suddenly extending his palm to press down lightly. Instantly, the sky above the canyon began to stir with winds and clouds, vortexes converging, the skies darkened in a flash, and a powerful suppression poured down from above.

The faces of both the Mafia and the Tang Sect members standing by the canyon immediately changed.

This situation hadn't occurred even when Francis and Mr. Zhu were fighting just now.

Lin Mo stood still, his black hair floating with the wind, resembling a God Demon.

"You're not a Superpower User!"

Francis's expression changed instantly, black wings unfolded behind him, and he rushed into the distance, trying to escape the aura that filled him with fear.

"Qingshan Seal!"

With Lin Mo's palm pressing down, it was as if a mountain toppled from the sky. Just as Francis ascended into the air, he was slapped down like a fly, directly embedded into the ground.

With a loud "boom," the entire canyon seemed to tremble. At the center of the sunken canyon, plumes of dust spread outward from air impacts, power ripples spreading to the canyon's periphery, and massive cracks appearing on the towering cliffs.

Francis was embedded into the ground, his black wings behind him also tattered and ruined.

"Puchi!"

Francis struggled to get up from the ground, then quickly flew up into the air. The damaged wings on his back began to repair themselves automatically, restoring to their pristine condition, spread open, shining with a black luster.

At this time, streaks of red blood traces appeared in Francis' pupils, densely covering them, gradually turning both eyes into a complete blood-red color, emitting a sinister glow, staring intently at Lin Mo.

"You're not a Superpower User. Who exactly are you?" Francis widened his eyes, staring at Lin Mo.

"I am indeed not a Superpower User, but an Eastern Cultivator!"

Lin Mo said lightly.

"Damn it, an Eastern Cultivator with such immense power, if I could consume you, maybe I could advance to the ranks of sss-level Superpower Users." Francis said venomously.

Lin Mo also looked at him in surprise, clearly sensing that Francis's internal power was gradually swelling and growing stronger.

But Francis in this state seemed somewhat abnormal, as if he had lost part of his reason.

"Deviation?" Lin Mo frowned. Francis in such a state was similar to a deviation state.

Having said that, Francis stopped wasting words. His wings behind him suddenly spread open, and numerous sharp black wings shot toward Lin Mo like raindrops.

Simultaneously, some black liquid appeared on Francis's body. These liquids squirmed on his cheeks and arms, resembling worms, giving a creepy feeling.

Lin Mo didn't want to waste time with Francis. Despite being an sss-level Superpower User, his power wasn't even on par with a Vigorous Martial God, and in fact, weaker in many aspects, only that his power was a bit bizarre.

In Lin Mo's palm was a mass of purple flames, which he then hurled. The incoming black wings were instantly incinerated into nothing in the purple flames, emitting streams of white smoke.

"You wretched guy, I will kill you." Francis's expression was fierce, the black liquid surging on his body suddenly forming tentacle-like appendages, traversing the space, leaping toward Lin Mo as if trying to bind him.

However, these black tentacles, coming into contact with the purple flames, immediately sizzled, emitting bursts of white smoke and disappearing.

Seeing this, Francis's face changed instantly, turning to flap the enormous black wings behind him, fleeing rapidly into the distance.