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Silver Wolf revealed a smug smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Heh heh, no matter your abilities, at least you act like a man. For that, I, Silver Wolf, still respect you. Whether or not you can make me listen to you depends on your skills."
"Heh heh, sure thing," Mo Ming scoffed.
"What are you laughing at?" Silver Wolf raised an eyebrow, somewhat displeased.
"Don't get angry; I don't mean to belittle you. I just happened to remember something that made me laugh," Mo Ming added, "I laughed at my younger self."
Mo Ming scoffed again because Silver Wolf reminded him of his past self when he faced his master—so arrogant and dismissive. It was amusing to think back on it, especially since the end result was that Mo Ming quickly ended up on the ground.
However, Mo Ming's arrogance did not lead him to defeat; through continuous effort, he ultimately managed to bring his master down. This was the essence of surpassing one's predecessor—a new generation replacing the old.
"Hmph, I don't like to waste words," Silver Wolf still felt that Mo Ming had looked down on him. His expression darkened as he said, "I'll be waiting for you in the boxing ring. Hurry up and get your gear on."
"Sorry, I don't box and don't need boxing gloves," Mo Ming replied honestly; he had never learned boxing but had only studied killing techniques, each move designed to take a life.
"Suit yourself; use whatever you know!" Silver Wolf leaped onto the boxing ring, looking down at Mo Ming with a kingly demeanor and a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. "Come up here. If you can last ten minutes without being knocked down tonight, I'll follow your orders for our mission."
"How about we change that?" Mo Ming smiled broadly and said, "I'll take you down in ten minutes, and then I'll be in charge of tonight's mission."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Yunsong, who had been silent beside them, was completely shocked. He knew Silver Wolf's abilities well; even if Mo Ming was strong, taking down Silver Wolf in ten minutes was impossible—Mo Ming was digging his own grave.
"You have quite the bravado; just don’t know how capable you are. Come on up. If you can knock me down within ten minutes, not only tonight but from now on, I'll listen to you," Silver Wolf's body radiated anger—a contemptuous anger that sparked a wild intensity in his eyes.
Without further ado, Mo Ming jumped up and effortlessly vaulted over the ropes of the boxing ring, landing squarely inside. Just considering Mo Ming's jumping ability alone was enough to astonish everyone present.
The surrounding boxers noticed the commotion and gathered around to watch, whispering among themselves.
"Wow, it looks like Brother Silver Wolf is going to duel that guy! Let's hurry over and see; maybe we can learn some boxing techniques from Brother Silver Wolf. If I learn halfway through, I can impress my girlfriend later!"
"Ha ha, I think so too. You know, Silver Wolf's boxing is the best in Nanhua City, unmatched by anyone." One person seemed to admire Silver Wolf greatly, proudly stating, "'Silver Bullet Mad Wolf' is known throughout the city. Back then, Silver Wolf was the king of the black market and had never lost a match."
"That's right. Silver Wolf's name is well-known. But that skinny guy on stage, how dare he challenge Silver Wolf? With that small frame, isn't he afraid of being smashed by a single punch?"
"Stop discussing it. Who wins or loses will be clear once we watch. This time it's your Silver Wolf challenging someone else. You guys don't even have the situation figured out; what are you discussing for?"
He Yunsong spoke up to stop his subordinates' chatter, focusing intently on the stage. He was also curious about how strong Mo Ming really was. If Mo Ming's strength was average, He Yunsong would need to make some plans regarding their collaboration to avoid a total loss.
Hearing their boss speak, the younger brothers were shocked but dared not say anything further. They quietly watched the stage, waiting for the match to begin.
"Your jumping ability is impressive. I admit I can't do that. However, just having jumping ability doesn't seem like enough reason to change my mind. Come on, Mo Ming." Silver Wolf took his stance, moving with his unique steps, stabilizing his breath while his wolf-like deep eyes fixed intently on Mo Ming.
"Hehe, then I'll go for it."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Ming moved swiftly towards Silver Wolf like a gust of wind. It seemed as if he had flown forward due to his lean physique.
Silver Wolf's eyes widened in surprise but only for a moment before a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Just as Mo Ming reached him, Silver Wolf suddenly threw a powerful right hook. The speed was incredible; if it connected, it would surely distort Mo Ming's face. However...
"What!"
Not only Silver Wolf but everyone else was shocked. Just as Silver Wolf's iron fist was about to make contact with Mo Ming, Mo Ming unexpectedly crouched down, stabilizing himself on the ground and targeting Silver Wolf's abdomen with a swift punch.
Silver Wolf had excellent reflexes; every part of his body was a weapon. After missing his punch, he quickly prepared for other actions. As Mo Ming threw his punch, Silver Wolf raised his right leg sharply.
In that split second of friction, Mo Ming crouched even lower. Silver Wolf's leg merely swept past him without making contact, while Mo Ming surprised everyone with his unexpected move.
As Mo Ming dodged the fierce strike from the Silver Wolf's right leg, he executed a sweeping kick that knocked the Silver Wolf, who was standing on one leg, off balance, causing it to fall heavily. Fortunately, the Silver Wolf reacted quickly and managed to brace itself with its hands, avoiding a complete faceplant.
This scene unfolded in a brief moment, or rather, in the blink of an eye, Mo Ming had already taken down the Silver Wolf. The speed and reaction were simply perfect.
"The rumors are indeed true; Mo Ming can take on a hundred opponents alone, so his strength must be exceptional. Interesting, the Silver Wolf has finally met its match—or rather, a setback," He Yunsong said, his astonishment slowly turning into a smile as he watched the intense battle unfold with great interest.
The Silver Wolf gradually stood up. From its demeanor and movements, it was clear that Mo Ming's sweeping kick had been quite powerful. The Silver Wolf could still feel a tingling sensation in its leg and shook it vigorously to regain normalcy in its steps.
"You are indeed strong; your speed and power are at their peak. However, with such attacks alone, you won't be able to take me down within ten minutes. Therefore, you are bound to lose," the Silver Wolf said with a sharp gaze and an aggressive demeanor as it moved closer to Mo Ming.
"Not necessarily."
Mo Ming smiled slightly and closed the distance again. This time, the Silver Wolf was steady and composed, executing both offense and defense effectively with left hooks and right jabs that forced Mo Ming to dodge repeatedly.
"What's wrong? Is this all you can do now—just dodge?" The Silver Wolf thought to provoke Mo Ming, hoping to draw him into an active confrontation instead of this evasive play; it felt pointless as time would soon run out.
"No, I just want to test your strength."
A confident smile appeared on Mo Ming's face as his gaze sharpened suddenly. A fierce glint flashed through his eyes as he began his counterattack. When the Silver Wolf threw another punch, Mo Ming blocked it with one hand and immediately unleashed a flurry of punches with both hands at incredible speed.
"Ah!"
The Silver Wolf swung its fist fiercely to push back Mo Ming, but unexpectedly, Mo Ming did not evade; instead, he landed a precise and swift punch on the Silver Wolf's elbow. The Silver Wolf felt a tingling sensation in its arm. At that moment, it couldn't think much about anything else and swung its other fist down hard toward Mo Ming. However, Mo Ming nimbly dodged backward while supporting himself with one hand and kicked upward toward the Silver Wolf's chin.
The speed of this kick was rapid; however, the Silver Wolf's reaction was also impressive. With a cold snort from its nose, it clamped down on Mo Ming's foot with both hands and pulled forward sharply, causing Mo Ming's supporting hand to collapse.
Yet Mo Ming remained calm; instead of panicking, he used his abdominal strength to bend his body and unexpectedly pushed off with his other foot against the Silver Wolf's abdomen, using that force to break free once more.
Silver Wolf staggered backward, and the moment Mo Ming landed, he rushed forward again. Before Silver Wolf could regain his balance, Mo Ming delivered a powerful punch to his chin, causing Silver Wolf to spit out a mouthful of bitterness. Without hesitation, Mo Ming followed up with a heavy punch to Silver Wolf's abdomen.
"Ah!" Silver Wolf couldn't help but cry out in pain, clutching his stomach and bowing his head once more.
Mo Ming turned to face Silver Wolf, bringing his hands together and leaping into the air. Using his body weight, he struck down hard on Silver Wolf's neck. This blow was incredibly painful, and Silver Wolf couldn't withstand it; he half-knelt but refused to fall.
The battle continued, and Mo Ming naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity slip away. He steadied himself and delivered a fierce kick to Silver Wolf's back, causing him to stumble forward and crash heavily onto the ground.
This was a perfect series of strikes. Mo Ming seized the moment and unleashed a flurry of attacks on Silver Wolf, not giving him any chance to fight back until he was knocked down.
Silver Wolf should be grateful that he wasn't Mo Ming's enemy; otherwise, with countless opportunities to kill just moments ago, Mo Ming would have ended him. Mo Ming didn't engage in flashy moves but focused solely on lethal combat techniques. Clearly, he held back against friends.
At this moment, Silver Wolf truly lacked the strength to stand up. Although Mo Ming appeared weak, his strength had reached a considerable level. Each strike wasn't fatal but effectively drained Silver Wolf's combat ability; now he could only struggle to move his fingers.
"Silver Wolf, are you okay?" He Yunsong asked in surprise as he approached to check on Silver Wolf's injuries after the fight ended. The younger brothers were still in shock; although the battle was brief, it was thrilling enough to leave them dumbfounded. By the time they regained their senses, Silver Wolf was already down.
"Brother Silver Wolf, are you alright?" The younger brothers climbed onto the boxing ring one after another, asking with concern. A few carefully helped Silver Wolf sit up. He shook his head and looked at Mo Ming, saying, "You are strong; I admire you."
"I must say, you have great skill, but your sharpness is too exposed and can easily break. You need to refine yourself further," Mo Ming replied as he searched his pockets for cigarettes but found none. Looking around, he noticed that his cigarettes had fallen on the ground. He quickly retrieved them, lit one up, and began to exhale smoke.
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