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Under the heavy strike of the Demon Bear, Mo Ming quickly crouched down to dodge. The immense weight of the Demon Bear crashing to the ground made Mo Ming feel as if the floor might collapse. Although the Demon Bear appeared clumsy, it was surprisingly agile; just as it landed, it stepped forward and charged right in front of Mo Ming.
"Don't think that dodging like this will let you live," the Demon Bear sneered. "Tonight, you are destined to die at my hands." With a menacing grin, its massive fists struck towards Mo Ming like shooting stars, each punch carrying tremendous weight that an ordinary person could not withstand.
However, for Mo Ming, this was not a significant challenge. While he couldn't match the Demon Bear's strength, he excelled in agility. He skillfully avoided each of the Demon Bear's powerful punches while simultaneously launching counterattacks.
Being able to balance offense and defense was something Mo Ming had trained hard for, honed through countless life-and-death battles. He had no formal techniques—only his deadly Double Fists—every part of his body served as a weapon.
"I've noticed that you Bloodthirst people are really quite tedious. I've heard your line many times tonight, but unfortunately, the last two who said it are dead. You're the third, and you'll soon follow them," Mo Ming said calmly.
Mo Ming's words only fueled the Demon Bear's rage further. Mentioning the deceased Fourth Brother and Old Six ignited a fire in its heart. It unleashed a powerful punch aimed directly at Mo Ming's chest, snarling, "I want you dead!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Mo Ming spoke nonchalantly, his tone flat, but there was a glint of ferocity in his eyes. Just as the Demon Bear's fist came crashing down, he bizarrely moved toward it, narrowly evading the punch and pressing against its body.
"Hmph, you're seeking death!"
Seeing Mo Ming close in, the Demon Bear's tone turned predatory; it found Mo Ming's reckless behavior amusing. Since he was offering himself up for slaughter, it wouldn't hold back its strength and immediately swung another punch toward Mo Ming's head.
"What’s going on?"
Mo Ming showed no sign of panic as he faced the incoming massive fist. He quickly crouched down to evade the Demon Bear's punch and used the force from his legs to propel himself upward, his head colliding with the Demon Bear's chin like a bullet.
"Ah..."
The Demon Bear cried out in pain from Mo Ming's strike and staggered back a few steps.
As the Demon Bear steadied itself, it saw Mo Ming reflected in its eyes growing larger. Then, it unleashed several punches at the charging Mo Ming to completely halt his advance.
But just as the sixth punch was thrown, Mo Ming again closed in on the Demon Bear. He extended his arm to block one of its punches and immediately countered with a right hook to the Demon Bear's nose.
The speed was astonishing; it wasn't that the Demon Bear was too foolish to block but rather that it couldn't react in time. As soon as Mo Ming blocked its punch, his right fist followed through seamlessly as if he had meticulously planned his attack—smooth and rapid without any hesitation.
"Ah..." The Demon Bear cried out in pain several times while sweeping its massive arms forward. However, Mo Ming had already retreated well out of reach.
"Hey, you little brat, did you grow up on Sanlu milk powder? Your chin is so hard!" Mo Ming rubbed his head in frustration and said, "You almost gave me a concussion just now. It hurt like hell!"
"You bastard! I will definitely kill you!"
Demon Bear felt a slight pain in his nose and his eyes were filled with anger, but he dared not attack recklessly anymore. Mo Ming's strength made him cautious; he wasn't afraid, just unwilling to act rashly.
"Got it, got it. My dear son, you've said that many times already. I'm still young and have a good memory, no need to repeat it so many times." Mo Ming yawned lazily and stretched.
"Get lost!" Demon Bear roared in anger but made no move. His eyes were fierce, yet behind that ferocity was a hint of caution. From the earlier lesson, he knew not to underestimate this seemingly frail boy.
"Hey, I’m asking you, why aren’t you making a move?" Mo Ming mocked. "Do you know that hitting your father is like inviting lightning? If you don’t make a move, then I will..."
As the last words dripped with sarcasm, Mo Ming burst forward like a running wolf, moving at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Demon Bear.
"Die!"
Demon Bear, who was hesitant to attack, roared in fury and threw a punch at Mo Ming's chest. The force of the punch created a terrifying wind that seemed ready to shatter the air itself. Mo Ming knew that if he took that punch, his ribs would surely be crushed.
Once again, Mo Ming chose to evade the attack. He quickly slid beneath Demon Bear’s body in a sweeping motion and avoided the massive fist while grabbing one of Demon Bear's legs. Then he suddenly stood up and yanked Demon Bear's leg upward.
"Damn it!"
Demon Bear angrily tried to punch Mo Ming away but missed as Mo Ming dodged. With his massive frame being pulled by Mo Ming and the momentum from his own punch throwing off his balance, Demon Bear fell heavily to the ground.
At that moment, as soon as Demon Bear hit the ground, Mo Ming swiftly elbowed him in the throat with great speed. Demon Bear didn’t have time to react before being struck hard in the throat.
"Ugh... Ah!" Demon Bear let out a painful cry and covered his throat with his hand.
The throat is a vulnerable area; being hit hard by Mo Ming's elbow was no small matter. A weaker person could easily die from such an attack. However, for someone as large as Demon Bear, while it caused significant pain, it wouldn't be enough to take him down easily.
Mo Ming aimed to kick Demon Bear’s head while he was down, but Demon Bear wasn’t an easy target. He quickly raised his hand to block while trying to grab hold of Mo Ming. However, Mo Ming was not so easily controlled.
As soon as the idea of the Demon Bear was discovered, Mo Ming quickly retracted his hand.
"Indeed, the Demon Bear lives up to its reputation; its resistance is impressive. It seems that if I want to deliver a fatal blow, I can't do it without showing my true abilities," Mo Ming said, stepping back a few paces to stretch his muscles, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Alright, it's time to get serious."
"Stop pretending; whatever tricks you have up your sleeve will be futile!" The Demon Bear scoffed, charging towards Mo Ming while unleashing a powerful punch.
Mo Ming's eyes sparkled with a sword-like glint, becoming sharp and focused. Facing the incoming fist from the Demon Bear, he showed no fear; instead, a teasing smirk appeared on his face.
With a punch of his own, Mo Ming's fist collided with the Demon Bear's once again.
Both fighters' fists were as hard as hammers. The Demon Bear's fist was larger than Mo Ming's, and after their fists clashed, the Demon Bear was taken aback, realizing that Mo Ming's strength had suddenly surged.
In such a short time, Mo Ming had reached a level that could rival him. However, both fighters' fists trembled slightly, indicating that they were both exerting considerable effort. Only Mo Ming knew that he hadn't used all his strength from the very beginning.
If Mo Ming's power was only what had been revealed earlier, then "Asura" would not be "Asura." His current strength truly matched the reason behind his title.
The Demon Bear was astonished, but Mo Ming showed no signs of surprise. He had already gauged his opponent's abilities from their earlier exchanges—sufficient power but lacking agility; this was the Demon Bear's weakness.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ming threw another punch. This time, the Demon Bear did not meet him head-on but instead blocked with his massive arms. He attempted to kick with his sturdy legs but missed as Mo Ming dodged. Immediately after avoiding the kick from the Demon Bear, Mo Ming retaliated with a kick of his own.
Unfortunately for Mo Ming, his leg attack was also ineffective. The seemingly clumsy Demon Bear was not so slow as to be unable to respond. The two began exchanging kicks again; Mo Ming's speed was slightly faster while the Demon Bear struggled to keep up despite his brute strength.
Before long, the tank-like figure of the Demon Bear found itself at a disadvantage.
Despite possessing immense strength, the Demon Bear could not inflict significant damage on Mo Ming and continued to be struck by various attacks. Even though the Demon Bear's body was robust, it could not withstand repeated blows from Mo Ming's fists and legs.
"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
The Demon Bear's eyes turned bloodshot as he fought like a bloodthirsty bull, wildly swinging his fists while trying to push Mo Ming back. However, the more furious he became, the less he could match up against Mo Ming.
"Ha ha, my dear son, let me give you some advice: change your temper in your next life."
With a sarcastic smile on his face, Mo Ming dodged several punches from the Demon Bear. As he was nearly pushed against the wall and about to collide with it, the Demon Bear took advantage of the moment to strike downwards with both hands in a knife-like motion toward Mo Ming's head.
Demon Bear laughed triumphantly, "Now let's see where you can escape to. Die for me!"
"Is that so?" Facing the fists coming from both sides, Mo Ming was not at all flustered. Instead, he kicked off the wall with lightning speed, using the rebound to leap up, driving his knee straight toward Demon Bear's head.
At the same time, he covered Demon Bear's head with both hands. Just as Demon Bear's knife hand was about to strike Mo Ming, Mo Ming was quicker; his bent knee crashed hard into Demon Bear's forehead. Although the knife hand hit Mo Ming's shoulder, it lacked significant force.
With a buzzing in his head and his vision spinning, Demon Bear furiously swung a punch forward. The punch truly created a gust of wind and was astonishingly fast. Mo Ming quickly tilted his head to the side to dodge it.
"Boom."
The punch created a large hole in the wall, leaving five blood spots behind—blood marks from Demon Bear's fist striking the wall. It was evident that the impact had torn his fist. Just thinking about such a frenzied blow landing on him sent a shiver down his spine.
However, looking at Mo Ming's expression, there was still a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. In an instant of silence, just as Demon Bear withdrew his fist, Mo Ming extended two fingers like a dragon probing its lair and aimed for Demon Bear's eyes.
"Ah!"
Demon Bear staggered back a few steps, covering his eyes with both hands as blood oozed through his fingers. Sharp screams erupted from his mouth while drops of blood fell from Mo Ming's fingers.
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