Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 321 - 175: Looking for Someone

These people came from nowhere, each with unique and strange features. The one speaking is lanky and short with a chain tethered to a claw, swinging it ceaselessly in mid-air.

Standing on the roof to the left is a tall, thin person wrapped in white strips of cloth, with a wrist shackle and broken chain still hanging from the right wrist.

Covered by a spiked iron hat, half of their face is concealed by a piece of white cloth dangling down.

When the cold wind blows, a Yin Yang face is revealed.

One half of their face is a stark, ruddy red.

To the right of this person is a woman, arms hanging down with long, deep-red fingernails, wearing a sleeveless tunic that’s as solid as if it were made of iron.

Her hair is coiled at the back of her head, with no fewer than dozens of hairpins, making it resemble a porcupine.

Her pallid face has nothing to do with beauty, appearing as if it were painted on emotionlessly.

To the right of the shorter individual stands a reserved Swordsman.

Clad in black, he stands with arms crossed and a Longsword strapped to his back, his gaze not on Su Mo and the others but fixed on a nearby civilian home.

Right then, the door of the house opens, and a disheveled young man with a pale face steps out.

After smoothing out his clothes and thinking for a moment, he drags out a woman from inside the house.

The woman’s clothing is in disarray, her hair uncombed, being dragged along with no response - she’s a corpse.

"Hearing noise from outside, have Heroes come to punish evil and promote good?" muses the young man.

The youth took a few steps towards Su Mo and the others, scanning each of them before pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom.

He unfolds the paper, comparing the faces of Su Mo and his companions to it.

Eventually, he looks disappointed: "Indeed, not that lucky... Not him."

As he finishes talking, he turns to leave, slipping the paper back into his bosom:

"If it’s not him, just kill them."

The moment after he speaks, he suddenly feels a shiver down his neck as goosebumps rise.

His face contorts in horror, as he retracts his neck and vanishes with a shimmer, leaving only his tunic behind.

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Two people make their move - one is the woman whose head looks like a porcupine in a bucket, and the other is the lanky, small figure.

One suddenly produces hidden weapons, their flight erratic in the air.

The other casually throws an iron claw, which tears through the void and aims straight for Su Mo, who by some unknown means is already at that spot.

Su Mo looks at the robe in his hand, somewhat surprised:

"Not bad, the movement technique."

The youth, now left only in pants, turns back and glares at Su Mo: "That was a sneak attack!"

As he speaks, Su Mo casually flicks his wrist, and the incoming hidden weapons are instantly sent spinning back.

The woman, caught by surprise, stiffens for a moment and then suddenly retracts her limbs, vanishing completely under the iron-like tunic.

The robe, made of some unknown material, withstands the impact of the returning hidden weapons, making a clanging sound but remaining unpenetrated.

As for the Flying Claw, Su Mo doesn’t need to bother.

Liu Mo’s Purple Gold Concave Mace descends from the sky, aiming straight for the small, lanky man’s head.

If he persisted with his attack, his brains would have been splattered instantly.

The Swordsman standing by should have been able to intercept, but just as his Longsword was unsheathed, the resonant sound of Dragon Roar rose, and he looked up to see a burst of Star Pointing brilliance, already upon him like a Divine Dragon’s paw reaching out.

His complexion subtly changes, but he laughs out loud and suddenly flicks his Longsword, "ping!" striking precisely on the tip of the spear.

As the two weapons collide, Yang Xiaoyun in the air is shaken, while the Swordsman is forced to take three steps back:

"Excellent spear technique!"

As he finishes speaking, he lunges forward.

His sword aimed to prevent Yang Xiaoyun from reaching the roofs; now she has fallen to the ground, caught exactly at the moment her old momentum has left her and before new strength could arise.

He himself was on the roof and retreated three steps to leap up, targeting a critical weakness.

The small lanky figure sees no hope of assistance and quickly rolls aside, abandoning his initial move and dodging to safety.

Just then, a roaring gust descends from the sky, and with a loud crash, the entire rooftop is smashed to pieces.

Caught mid-fall alongside Liu Mo, he immediately feels a malicious wind approaching and shudders, trying to use his chains to block.

However, he could never have anticipated the sheer power behind Liu Mo’s Mace Technique, not to mention his extraordinary physical strength.

This man’s martial arts were strong in cunning, slipperiness, ruthlessness, speed, and agility, but when faced with the concept of ’power,’ he was vastly inferior.

Caught incautiously attacking an opponent’s strength with his own weakness, how could there be any advantage?

He feels a tremendous force engulfing him, not only is his chain unable to withstand it, but the Purple Gold Concave Mace also slams directly into his abdomen.

His bones crack loudly, and he’s sent flying diagonally away.

He crashes through a window, landing on the street outside.

Yet he feels unexpected joy.

Falling inside the house meant his comrades were around but unable to help.

Now outside, he wanted to see how they would kill him!

But as soon as his eyes sweep over the roof, he’s completely dumbfounded.

The house has collapsed without him realizing when.