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The new recruits were furious at Mo Ming's provocation, their eyes reddening with anger. A group of them surrounded a single person, and being taunted like this shattered their pride completely. Even though they were aware of Mo Ming's formidable strength, they still felt an impulse to teach him a lesson.
"Hmph, this guy is too arrogant, clearly looking down on us. Let's not care about him; everyone go in! I refuse to believe he can hold off so many of us alone!" One recruit snorted angrily and led the charge, sprinting a short distance before using the wall to propel himself up, his hands firmly gripping the edge of the rooftop.
Mo Ming stood at the edge, looking down at the recruit with a cold smile. He mercilessly stomped down on the recruit's hand, causing him to immediately let go and fall heavily onto the ground.
"You've got some courage, but unfortunately, you're too stupid. Did you really think I would give you all a chance to come up together?"
Mo Ming pointed at the recruits below and sneered, "Let me teach you a trick: if you find a few people to act as stepping stones down there, you can get several of you up at once. But if you plan to fight one by one, I can tell you that even if you have a thousand people, I won't hold back!"
How domineering!
A thousand people? He wouldn't hold back!!
This statement sounded incredibly arrogant, but coming from Mo Ming's mouth, it carried significant weight. With his strength, he could easily take down a recruit with just a few punches or kicks. The notion of "a few punches or kicks" was merely a generalization; some recruits might not even withstand a single move from him!
The recruits were displeased with Mo Ming's attitude, yet no one dared to refute his words because his strength was evident. Even if they felt frustrated, there was nothing they could do about it. Without hesitation, they immediately adopted Mo Ming's suggestion.
A group acted as stepping stones below while others used their help to easily ascend to the rooftop. After all, they were Special Forces; even as recruits, their sense of teamwork was strong. At their speed, they could successfully send up six or seven people at once.
As some fell back down, others quickly took their place. Mo Ming hardly had any downtime; as soon as a recruit reached the rooftop, he would swiftly send them back down using the quickest methods available. This was his only way to conserve energy.
The number of recruits far outnumbered him by hundreds. Even though his physical abilities were extraordinary, he knew he couldn't keep up if he had to continuously exert himself without rest. If it weren't for the vast difference in strength, he would have already been worn out by their relentless attacks.
"Hahaha... this is exhilarating! I haven't had an unarmed fight like this in ages!" Mo Ming continued to unleash his punches and kicks, his fighting spirit surging like a flood as he laughed wildly. This battle was not only a test of his strength but also an elevation of his combat experience; he thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
During past missions, Mo Ming often ventured into dangerous territories and completed numerous kills through flexible and varied combat tactics using only his own strength. This earned him the title of "Shura" from forces around the world. It could be said that in terms of individual combat capabilities, even Death itself would pale in comparison.
He had participated in various types of battles including gunfights, cold weapon combat, hand-to-hand combat, and hacking wars. Countless times he had hovered on the brink of death and gained substantial experience from those encounters. Through these experiences, he evolved into a legendary figure known as the King of Soldiers; he grew stronger when faced with powerful opponents and elevated himself through battle!
Today, Mo Ming aimed not only to instill a sense of defeat in these naive recruits but also to further elevate himself through this fight. The closer he got to the Dark Order organization, the more powerless he felt; he needed to enhance himself further to gain enough strength to confront them!
"Commander Mo, isn't that enough? His strength is terrifying, but I doubt his stamina can keep up. If this continues, he'll exhaust himself!" Little Yellow Soldier watched Mo Ming fighting like a frenzied warrior and couldn't help but swallow hard as he spoke to Mo Zhentian.
Mo Zhentian shook his head with a proud smile on his face. "When he's had enough, he'll stop. You don't need to worry; I think he's also looking to challenge his limits!"
“Commander Mo, can you tell me what kind of person he really is?”
Yan Wang asked calmly. He had been defeated, but he was not discouraged; discouragement was a sign of weakness. He was competitive, yet not stubborn. Being weaker than others was no reason to feel disheartened.
Strong individuals understand that they must fight again after defeat, learn to respect their opponents, and elevate themselves. Only such people deserve to be called strong, as there is no strongest person in the world, only stronger ones. As long as one persists, the peak of Ultimate ultimately belongs to someone unknown.
“He is my son.”
Mo Zhentian said proudly: “Yan Wang, you are a talented individual, but today your brilliance is destined to be overshadowed by him. However, you are not discouraged, which is very good. As long as you maintain this mindset and keep fighting despite repeated defeats, you will eventually create a world of your own.”
Yan Wang was taken aback, his eyes vacant for a few seconds. He understood clearly what “he is my son” meant; it signified a strong individual. This strong person's aura did not come from Mo Ming being Mo Zhentian's son, but rather because Mo Ming was a world-renowned super King of Soldiers!
Many people knew that Mo Zhentian Commander Mo had a son who was the King of Soldiers, Shura! A Shura who created the legend of the Huaxia War King!
“He is Shura?” Yan Wang looked at Mo Ming on the Rooftop, murmuring: “No wonder his strength is so terrifying. I have no regrets in losing; the person I have been trying to surpass day and night is right in front of me, yet at this moment I cannot muster any fighting spirit. He is truly too frightening.”
In his final words, Yan Wang's tone was filled with self-mockery.
“Is this person a monster? Even if his strength is great, he should be tired after fighting for so long, right?” A Veteran stared in disbelief.
Another Veteran chimed in: “He is a monster! Damn it, if it were me, I would be exhausted by now. But look at him; his strikes are still so swift. I bet Slaughterer can't match his strength. What kind of person is he?”
“I want to ask too; what kind of person is he? A soldier? That can't be right; his stance doesn’t resemble that of a soldier at all. When he’s not fighting, he looks like a thug!” A Veteran shook his head with a wry smile. It wasn’t just him; everyone could feel the contrast in Mo Ming's demeanor before and after the fight.
When not engaged in battle, Mo Ming acted like a petty thug, but once the fight began, his entire presence soared, transforming from a petty thug into a god in the eyes of all the Veterans, and a demon in the eyes of the new recruits!
While discussions and conversations continued among everyone present, the battle on the Rooftop raged on. New recruits surged forward one after another onto the Rooftop. Even if Mo Ming had three heads and six arms, it would be difficult for him to stop their ascent. Soon enough, much of the space on the Rooftop was filled with new recruits.
Fortunately, Mo Ming still had room to maneuver. In such a confined space as the Rooftop, it was impossible for the new recruits to surround him completely. With Mo Ming's strength, these new recruits could not subdue him; instead, they fell one after another off the Rooftop.
However, surrounded by enemies on all sides, Mo Ming also took quite a few punches. The corner of his right eye got hit unexpectedly and became swollen and red. Yet this did not hinder his fighting ability; his reactions remained quick and his strikes still fierce.
This intense hand-to-hand combat lasted for twenty minutes, during which over two hundred new recruits lost their ability to fight. This was not surprising; having already taken blows from Mo Ming, they were severely injured. Now that they were on the Rooftop, falling from over two meters high meant that escaping without serious injury was already quite fortunate!
After such prolonged intense activity, Mo Ming's stamina began to wane as well. However, those new recruits who were still able to fight were also feeling fatigued; their reaction speed and strength had diminished. In fact, Mo Ming's stamina exceeded theirs for an inexplicable reason.
Mo Ming had only a vague understanding of this reason, which he could only generally explain as the result of absorbing Spiritual Energy in the Dantian. This was a mysterious cause; if it weren't for Mo Ming personally experiencing it in the secret chamber of Reed's castle, he wouldn't have believed in the existence of Spiritual Energy in the air.
Thirty minutes later, only a little over a hundred new recruits were still able to fight. The others were either injured or exhausted. After ten minutes of intense combat, Mo Ming had also taken quite a few hits; his face was noticeably more swollen on one side than the other.
The more pain he felt, the more it ignited Mo Ming's fighting spirit. The relentless will to fight made him even fiercer in his attacks. The new recruits looked at Mo Ming as if they were seeing a demon. As the battle progressed, some of them became too afraid to strike, especially considering that falling from over two meters was no joke.
Although some new recruits wisely brought over mats, falling hard would still result in injuries. Essentially, anyone who fell would lose their combat effectiveness. Perhaps this wasn't a life-and-death battle; they wouldn't grit their teeth and fight desperately.
Otherwise, even if they were completely incapacitated, they would continue to fight on. After all, there were very few in Special Forces who feared death. However, if they were to die or be injured, they wanted it to be meaningful.
After another six minutes, the battle was nearing its end. Mo Ming was almost numb; his Double Fists were bloodied, with numerous cuts oozing blood. He could clearly feel his stamina rapidly depleting: "Hah, I'm close to my limit!"
There were fewer than twenty new recruits left on the rooftop. Looking at the extremely fierce Mo Ming, they felt a mix of admiration and fear rising within them. Even if they could take down Mo Ming, they wouldn't feel proud about it; after all, defeating one person using a wheel tactic didn't bring much glory.
"Why hesitate?!" Seeing the hesitant new recruits who were slow to act, Mo Ming shouted loudly and kicked one of them down with a sneer: "Are you planning to go easy on me? But I won't go easy on you; I'll kick each of you off one by one!"
The new recruits exchanged glances and nodded heavily, no longer hesitating. They all launched their attacks together. Mo Ming crouched down to dodge a punch from one recruit and then swung his fist upward, striking hard against the recruit's chin before adding a kick for good measure.
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