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"I think you should know that people like us no longer care much about money and beauty. After all, as long as we need them, money and beauty are almost within reach. Do you know what a master truly seeks?" Evil Eye said with a cold smile, answering his own question, "That is to look down on the masses and be the only one who stands supreme!"
"You mean to say that what you pursue is greater strength, right?" Mo Ming replied without much surprise. He had thought of this long ago. Now, what Mo Ming cared about more was what plans the Dark Order had and how they could achieve their so-called pursuits.
"You are only partially correct. I do want to pursue greater strength, but that is not the reason I joined the Dark Order!" Evil Eye stated. "I will not easily submit to others. Even if someone has the ability to help me quickly increase my strength, I would not do it!"
"But you still did it. You discarded your proud dignity and became a dog under the so-called Lord of the Dark Order. Thinking back on it now, I truly feel sorry for you," Mo Ming said with a cold laugh.
"Shut up!" Evil Eye shouted angrily. "Our relationship can only be considered equal; he cannot command me, nor can anyone else. I will do what I want to do. Just like now, I want to kill you, so here I am."
"In my eyes, you are indeed just a dog in the Dark Order. If not for being a dog, why would you submit to others? You keep saying you won't bow to their strength, so why do you help others?" Mo Ming did not want to get too far into an argument with Evil Eye; he simply wanted to extract information about Evil Eye's plans.
"You are provoking me. Do you really want to know what our plan is?"
"I just feel sorry for you," Mo Ming feigned indifference.
"No need to pretend to be unconcerned; you genuinely want to find out what our plan is. You care about what this large organization is plotting. You want to strike us while our plan is still incomplete. Am I right?" Evil Eye smiled wickedly, his strange eyes fixed on Mo Ming as if he could see through his thoughts.
Indeed, he was correct; this was Mo Ming's true intention.
Mo Ming did not rush to respond.
"If you don't answer, it means I've guessed right. Since you want to know, let me tell you! Our plan is..." Before Evil Eye could finish his sentence, he moved strangely and launched an attack on Mo Ming without warning.
Mo Ming had already anticipated this sudden move from Evil Eye. With someone as cautious as Evil Eye, how could he easily reveal the truth? Earlier, Mo Ming had refrained from attacking Evil Eye because he wanted some time to catch his breath. Evil Eye had also intended this by talking so much nonsense.
"I didn't expect someone like you to resort to such petty tricks, trying to divert my attention to catch your breath, right?" Mo Ming dodged the attack from Evil Eye and immediately swung a punch, missing his target. Evil Eye seized the opportunity to throw a punch, but Mo Ming kicked it away.
"You said that mental strength is also a part of power. You fell for it, which shows how foolish you are." Evil Eye stepped forward again, launching a punch as swift as a shooting star.
Mo Ming had no intention of dodging; instead, he met the punch head-on. The power of Evil Eye was not much different from his own, and in this direct confrontation, Evil Eye would gain no advantage. If Mo Ming chose to evade, he would only fall into an endless barrage of attacks from Evil Eye. He did not want to be restrained by him any longer.
Bang!
The double fists collided with a loud sound. Both fighters pulled their fists back and simultaneously charged forward again, their fists crashing together once more with an even louder noise. The force from each side caused them to stagger back a few steps.
Almost simultaneously, Mo Ming and Evil Eye steadied themselves.
"Hmph, your strength has really improved quickly. No wonder Lord is so eager to eliminate you," Evil Eye said, slightly shocked. During their first encounter, he felt no sense of urgency at all, but now, after several months, he felt a sense of pressure rising within him.
Evil Eye could sense that Mo Ming had made significant progress; his strength was now on par with his own.
"Heh heh, likewise. I didn't expect you to improve during this time. I initially thought I could take you down in just a few punches and kicks, but it seems that idea is no longer feasible," Mo Ming said with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. "In fact, there was a moment earlier when I looked down on you. After all, you boasted beforehand but then deceived my innocent heart; it was truly disappointing."
"Shura, what do you mean by that?" Evil Eye felt somewhat embarrassed by Mo Ming's words at that moment. How could he say such things to someone who was ready to eliminate him?
"You said I was doomed. Why not tell me your plan? I believed you; I really did. I was just about to take a break and listen to your grand scheme. But then you went back on your word and attacked me when I was unprepared. That really hurt my innocent heart," Mo Ming said mockingly.
"What exactly are you trying to express?" Evil Eye's brows furrowed in anger. After saying this, he leaped forward and launched a fierce attack on Mo Ming.
Faced with the barrage of punches and kicks from Evil Eye, Mo Ming dodged whenever possible, and when he couldn't, he used his hands and feet to block. In this situation, there was not a trace of seriousness on Mo Ming's face; instead, it bore a hint of sarcasm. "What I want to express is not an insult to you, but rather my gratitude."
"That's nonsense! I don't understand what you're saying at all!"
"Oh come on, how can you be so dim-witted? My meaning is so obvious that you still don't get it? I'm not insulting you; I'm grateful for your acknowledgment. Because subconsciously, you've already admitted that I have enough strength to deal with you, which is why you dare not reveal your plans." Mo Ming chuckled a few times, noticing that Evil Eye was getting increasingly agitated by his words.
"You think too much. I don't believe you'll survive today."
"No, no, no, you don't need to quibble. This isn't my fantasy; it's your heart telling me that you find me too terrifying. To avoid any unexpected events, you don't dare to tell me your plans because once I know them, as long as I don't die today, I'll ruin them."
The smirk at the corner of Mo Ming's mouth gradually widened during the fight, and this almost mocking expression filled Evil Eye with rage with each of his attacks.
"Can you just shut up? Shura, I really hate your incessant prattling. Your face makes me feel extremely disgusted." The fire of anger burned in Evil Eye's eyes; he felt like he was being toyed with, much like a young girl would be. This made him feel greatly humiliated because when it came to verbal skills, Mo Ming was indeed far superior.
If Mo Ming knew Evil Eye's thoughts, he would probably be grateful for his urban life after retiring from the military. Living in the city meant facing various beautiful women and charming girls; he had to use different words to win their favor. It was precisely for this reason that Mo Ming had developed a tongue that could infuriate without consequence!
"You dislike my smirk?" Mo Ming said with a wry smile before breaking into a grin. "But I don't care; after all, I'm a straight man and have no great interest in you. I haven't set myself up as a currency that everyone loves desperately..."
"Shut up!" Evil Eye shouted angrily and threw a punch at Mo Ming's nose. Mo Ming smirked and tilted his head to dodge Evil Eye's attack. Seizing the opening left by Evil Eye, he retaliated with a punch to Evil Eye's chest.
Evil Eye stumbled back a few steps, clutching his chest while glaring at Mo Ming with venomous eyes. He coldly snorted, "Hmph, Shura, you're really despicable for using words to disrupt my thinking!"
"I’m not! Where am I being despicable?" Mo Ming spread his hands innocently and said, "I'm just telling you the truth. You are indeed afraid that if you reveal your plans, you'll end up defeated by me. There's no need for you to rush to refute! I understand; I'm not blaming you for being inconsistent earlier but rather grateful for it. This is your acknowledgment of my strength."
"No matter what you say, I won't be provoked by your words anymore." Evil Eye was not the kind of foolish person who would let Mo Ming disturb his thoughts with intentional taunts. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the anger building up inside him.
Seeing the fire in Evil Eye's eyes fade away, Mo Ming realized he could no longer influence him with words. He immediately dropped his playful demeanor, took a large step forward, and launched an attack with his fists and feet aimed at Evil Eye. In response, Evil Eye raised his arms to block Mo Ming's strikes, and the moment he deflected the attack, he countered.
The interval between Evil Eye's block and counterattack was very short. By the time Mo Ming reacted, he had already leaned to one side, and Evil Eye's fist slammed into Mo Ming's shoulder.
The punch was heavy, causing a sharp pain in Mo Ming's arm. However, he did not waste any time and quickly gathered his strength to throw another punch.
The two exchanged blows for over ten rounds without either gaining an advantage. Evil Eye took several punches to his chest and abdomen from Mo Ming, each hit feeling like a hammer striking him. If it weren't for Evil Eye's strong resilience, he would have already been knocked to the ground.
On the other hand, Mo Ming received two or three punches to his abdomen and chest. Although Evil Eye's fist grazed the corner of his eye without landing a solid hit, it still caused some swelling that significantly affected Mo Ming's vision. He had to rely on his uninjured eye to track Evil Eye's attack trajectory.
In such an intense battle, both Evil Eye and Mo Ming had exhausted a considerable amount of stamina. As they swung their fists and feet, they were both gasping for breath. Nevertheless, neither wanted to let their reactions or speed diminish; they fought fiercely.
Both were covered in wounds. After continuous exchanges, Mo Ming accumulated more injuries while Evil Eye also did not come out unscathed; a solid punch from Mo Ming had left a swollen bruise on the left side of Evil Eye's face that was as big as a baby's fist.
The battle continued. Even though both sustained significant injuries, these wounds did not severely harm their bodies enough to bring them down.
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