Volume One, Chapter 14: The Rules of the Mountain!

Once Xu Mo opened fire, the others would surely retaliate.
In this vast, snowy field, with only the carcass of a muntjac for cover, Xu Mo felt certain he would be riddled with bullets.
The disadvantage of being outnumbered was starkly evident at this moment.
Squinting his eyes, Xu Mo fixed his gaze on Yao Jian and the others rapidly approaching, then slowly rose to his feet.
“Impressive!”
Yao Jian reached Xu Mo’s side, glanced down at the muntjac carcass on the snow, and chuckled, “A headshot with one bullet? You’re just a lucky blind cat catching a dead mouse.”
He then looked up at Xu Mo, whose half face was concealed by a wolf fur mask, and sneered, “You’re Xu An’s younger brother, Blackie, right?”
Xu Mo remained silent.
Yao Jian went on, “Today, you’re out of luck. This muntjac belongs to us.”
“Yao Jian, are you sure you want to break the rules?”
In mountain hunting, rules were sacred.
Hunters must not snatch others’ prey.
If someone is in danger, aid should be given within one’s ability.
These two principles had been passed down through generations.
“Nonsense about rules!” Yao Jian swore loudly, “The country’s about breaking feudal traditions now, and you dare to scare me with old-fashioned rules?”
“That’s right, Brother Jian is right. Blackie, you’ve got to drop that feudal mindset.”
“Why waste words on him? If he’s not convinced, let Ye’s gang come over.”
Xu Mo’s eyes turned cold as he stared at Yao Jian, who bent to hoist the muntjac carcass onto his shoulder, and spoke again, “Rules passed down through generations do have their reason.”
“Reason? Now, I am the reason. Blackie, I advise you to watch your mouth unless you want a beating!” Yao Jian laughed as he carried the carcass.
Sigh!
Xu Mo sighed inwardly. Just moments ago, they were dozens of meters apart, and alone with a single rifle, he was no match for them.
But now, gathered closely, Yao Jian and the others also carried hunting rifles on their backs.
At such close range, what does military boxing emphasize?
Speed, power, precision.
One move to end the opponent!
Of course, they were all from the same countryside and would not really aim to kill each other.
“Whoosh!”
No one expected Xu Mo to strike suddenly.
He bent slightly at the waist like a leaping leopard, wrapped his arms around Yao Jian’s waist, hooked his legs around Yao Jian’s thighs, and forcefully leaned back.
Yao Jian, shoulder burdened with the carcass, lost balance the moment Xu Mo grabbed him, toppling forward.
Yet Xu Mo’s legs were tightly wrapped around his thighs as he pulled back hard.
Yao Jian felt himself being torn apart by opposing forces from front and back.

“Bang!”
In the next instant, Yao Jian felt a sharp pain at his temple, stars flashing before his eyes, then darkness.
Within a second, Xu Mo had pinned him to the ground and delivered a punch to the temple, rendering him unconscious.
Before the others could react, Xu Mo drew a machete from his waist, silent but with eyes as cold as blades, lunging at the nearest man.
“Blackie, I’ll finish you off!”
“Stop!”
“I’ll beat you to death!”
Swift and agile, Xu Mo dodged a spear strike, the machete sliding up the spear shaft to slash at the attacker’s right hand.
“Bang!”
The man panicked and released his grip on the spear.
Seizing the moment, Xu Mo grabbed the spear, reversed his grip, and smashed it hard into the man’s cheek.
Flesh tore open, blood pouring.
“Ah!!!”
A scream pierced the air but was suddenly cut off.
Xu Mo slammed the hilt of the machete into the back of the man’s neck...
At the same moment, someone raised a hunting rifle, aiming at Xu Mo.
But the distance was too close.
Xu Mo stepped forward swiftly, dodging behind another man, who shouted in panic, “Yao Weimin, damn it, don’t point that gun at me!”
Grabbing Yao Aiguo’s arm, Xu Mo applied a joint-lock, dislocating his wrist bones, causing him to grimace in pain and scream.
With one hand gripping the machete pressed against Yao Aiguo’s neck, Xu Mo stared at Yao Weimin, who held the rifle.
His right foot hooked the spear on the ground, lifting it, then kicked the spear’s butt sharply.
Instantly, the spear shot forward like a streak of lightning toward Yao Weimin, who held the rifle.
At this moment, Xu Mo’s composure was terrifyingly calm; because he did not want to kill, many of his moves were restrained.
Yet, as a special forces soldier from the field battalion, at such close range and with so many tools at hand, he could still easily handle these young men.
Flipping the machete, Xu Mo struck Yao Aiguo’s back of the head with the flat side.
Blood splattered as Yao Aiguo screamed and reached back to his head.
Xu Mo kicked him in the rear, sending him sprawling to the ground.
At the same time, the spear Xu Mo had kicked out pierced Yao Weimin’s thigh sharply, forcing him to drop his rifle instinctively, clutching the bleeding wound.
Knees buckling, body leaning forward, Xu Mo charged another man, jolting his shoulder to make the hunting rifle slip off his back, then grabbed the barrel with his left hand.
“Bang!!!”
The butt of the rifle slammed hard into the man’s chest.
Yao Feihu felt as though his chest was about to explode; even through thick clothing, the force threw him backward.
Everyone else froze, wide-eyed.
They watched as Xu Mo lunged forward, rolling and picking up the hunting rifle Yao Weimin had dropped.
Is this still the Blackie they knew?
Though from different villages, they all knew Xu Blackie as timid and weak...
“I’m going to kill you!!!”
Yao Weimin’s face twisted with rage, hands clutching his thigh, blood soaking through his cotton pants and oozing between his fingers.
Xu Mo’s eyes remained cold as he swung the rifle butt back, striking Yao Weimin’s face.
“Bang!!”
The dull impact was accompanied by a few bloodied teeth flying out.
Yao Weimin was knocked to the ground.
At the same time, Xu Mo placed his finger on the trigger, aiming at the man writhing on the ground.
“Bang!”
The gunshot rang out.
Yao Weimin felt a numbness on his scalp, followed by a burning pain.
“Bang!!!”
A second shot echoed.
Yao Dongliang stood dazed, staring at his shattered longbow, feeling as if he had plunged into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
“Crack!”
While everyone was stunned, Xu Mo swiftly reloaded the bullets.
“Blackie, Blackie, no, don’t!” Yao Aiguo swallowed nervously, eyes wide in horror. He never imagined Xu Blackie was this formidable.
In just over ten seconds, three men lay on the ground...
Though ten others remained uninjured, they were already paralyzed with fear by Xu Mo’s thunderous assault.
“Bang!”
Another shot rang out.
Yao Hong screamed, dropping his hunting rifle.
He had just prepared to raise his gun to aim at Xu Mo, but never expected Xu Mo to shoot without hesitation, the bullet striking the barrel of his hunting rifle and shattering it...
What kind of marksmanship is this?
Yao Aiguo and the others stared wide-eyed, disbelief written all over them.
Earlier, Xu Mo had shattered Yao Feihu’s longbow with a single reverse-handed shot, and now, without blinking, he destroyed Yao Hong’s hunting rifle barrel.
He’s a sharpshooter!