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Mo Ming dashed forward in a single leap, heading straight for the Island Nation Person. At the same time, Liufeng, Crocodile, Poisonous Madness, and Su Yu also rushed over quickly. The ambushers, including Nüè, who were hiding in another direction, also charged forward as soon as they saw Mo Ming move.
At that moment, Yin Jiu and his group, who were about to get into their vehicle, froze for a moment. Then, Yin Jiu's face turned pale, seemingly worried that the Island Youth would blame him for the situation. He hesitated to speak and merely watched the Island Youth, trying to gauge if he would direct his anger elsewhere.
"Hmph. Yin Jiu, you really are useless. The other party has no idea about our actions!" The Island Youth scoffed coldly, his expression unchanged. He slightly turned his head to look at the approaching Mo Ming, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he said, "It's good that he's coming; it saves me the trouble of finding him. Let's make our move!"
"Hehe, I thought this would go smoothly. I didn't expect to actually get a chance to fight; this is great! Watch me tear these yellow-skinned kids apart with my bare hands!" A muscular Black man said in somewhat broken Mandarin, tightening his Double Fists and crashing them together.
The other Black and White individuals shared a similar attitude, seemingly unconcerned about Mo Ming and his group's ambush.
"Jack Mo, give the stuff to that useless Yin Jiu and hurry up to take care of these guys. After we return, your rewards will be plentiful," the Island Youth instructed the Black man holding the items before he moved swiftly towards Mo Ming with astonishing speed.
Even with Evil Eye's speed, he might not be able to match this individual. It seemed that his strength was not inferior to Evil Eye's. Upon seeing the opponent's skills, Mo Ming felt he had identified the true identity of this person; he was either an Overlord or a Lord. As for Eternity, such a reclusive figure would not easily make an appearance.
However, Mo Ming's expression only showed slight surprise before a mocking smile crept onto his face. He exerted force through his legs and charged forward at high speed. After his previous battle with Evil Eye, Mo Ming had inexplicably gained strength and was not at a disadvantage against powerful enemies like the Island Youth.
As they collided head-on, the Island Youth threw a powerful punch that came at him with incredible speed and left a shadow in its wake. Yet Mo Ming clearly saw the trajectory of the attack and responded with a punch of his own at an equally fast pace. Their Double Fists crashed together with such force that it felt like they had struck iron plates.
As Mo Ming engaged with the Island Youth, others also began to fight. Even Wen Bao, who was often thought of as a scholar-type warrior, displayed impressive strength and remained calm against Nüè's attacks, managing to hold his ground.
The few Foreigners accompanying the Island Youth were terrifyingly strong; despite their imposing stature, their movements were incredibly agile. With muscles capable of shattering iron plates with a single punch, even Liufeng, Crocodile, and Poisonous Madness—who were among the better fighters in their group—had to be cautious in their approach.
Including himself, Mo Ming had twenty-three people on his side while the opposing team had only ten members; Yin Jiu was still standing by without joining in. Despite their numerical advantage, Mo Ming's side did not gain any upper hand since aside from Liufeng, Crocodile, and Poisonous Madness being able to barely handle one or two opponents each from among the Blacks and Whites, the rest of the new members could only manage to team up against one enemy.
The strength of those Black and White fighters was overwhelming; their bodies were incredibly sturdy and far beyond what they could currently handle. It was already impressive that they could manage three people working together against one opponent.
"This person's strength is not at all inferior to Evil Eye!" Mo Ming's mind raced as, after exchanging a punch, his right leg swept out like a cannon.
Island Youth blocked Mo Ming's kick with his leg and then swiftly aimed a strike at Mo Ming's side. His movements were fluid and incredibly fast. Mo Ming believed that with his previous strength, he would never have been able to withstand more than ten moves from the opponent, as Island Youth was truly formidable, strong enough to instill fear.
However, Mo Ming had significantly improved his abilities; both his strength and speed had undergone a qualitative transformation. Faced with Island Youth's rapid attacks, Mo Ming managed to remain composed. Just as the opponent's kick came sweeping toward him, Mo Ming quickly used the principle of yielding to overcome rigidity from Tai Chi to block the incoming strike.
Initially, Mo Ming was not very skilled in applying this principle, but at that moment, he could perceive the opponent's movements slightly slowed down, allowing him to successfully neutralize most of the force behind the attack.
"Hmph, I didn't expect your strength to reach such a level. No wonder Evil Eye lost to you!" Island Youth expressed mild astonishment at Mo Ming's abilities, but soon his face showed a dismissive expression. As he spoke, he rapidly swung his fist to strike at Mo Ming.
The ferocity of Island Youth's assault was extraordinary. Even though Mo Ming could see the trajectory of the punches coming at him, he couldn't find an opportunity to counterattack. To conserve energy and look for a suitable moment to retaliate, Mo Ming continued to retreat, trying to avoid blocking the opponent's strikes.
"Evil Eye is a fool for losing to you; I won't!" A sinister smile spread across Island Youth's lips as he planted the tip of his right foot on the ground. His leg muscles exploded with power as he kicked forcefully toward Mo Ming.
Mo Ming's expression changed dramatically as he hurriedly turned his body. However, he still couldn't evade Island Youth's attack and had no choice but to block it with his arm.
"Such kicking power; even someone who has trained in Muay Thai for years wouldn't compare. Just now, his kick was absurdly fast; I didn't even notice how he initiated it. If my reflexes hadn't improved significantly, I would have definitely been hit." A thought quickly flashed through Mo Ming's mind.
After taking the brunt of the powerful kick, Mo Ming felt as if his arm had been struck by an iron rod. Bruises quickly appeared, and pain shot through his nerves. However, there was no time for him to dwell on his injuries; he hurriedly dodged aside to evade another strike from Island Youth.
"Your strength is much greater than Evil Eye. Who exactly are you? Overlord? Lord? Or some other hidden master?" Mo Ming, furrowing his brow while looking at the sinisterly smiling Island Youth, couldn't help but ask. He wanted to take this opportunity to ease the pain in his arm.
Of course, if Island Youth refused to give him time and insisted on pressing the attack, Mo Ming would grit his teeth and endure the pain in his arm to continue fighting.
Enduring the pain inflicted by an opponent is essential if you wish to defeat them. In situations where strengths are closely matched, it is impossible to resolve a fight with a single move; instant kills can only occur between the strong and the weak.
"It seems you know quite a bit about us," Island Youth said with a cold smile, not directly answering Mo Ming's question.
"You still haven't answered my question. Who exactly are you?" Mo Ming raised an eyebrow and pressed.
"Does it really matter who I am? Regardless, you must die today. Even if you knew, you wouldn't be able to continue opposing us," Island Youth replied, his smile growing wider. His expression shifted as he suddenly shot forward towards Mo Ming, gathering strength to deliver a rapid punch. "I don't mind telling you; remember this: I am Lord. When you reach the underworld, be sure to tell Yama King that I killed you!"
"Why don't you go down and tell him yourself!" Hearing this, Mo Ming's expression changed slightly. He quickly dodged Island Youth's punch and leaped up to deliver a powerful kick.
"Haha." Lord merely chuckled in response, crouching down to evade Mo Ming's kick. He then sprang up again, swinging his fist toward Mo Ming.
"Bang!"
Mo Ming swiftly countered with his own punch, and their fists collided once more.
Lord's strength was considerable; after the impact, Mo Ming staggered back a step. Lord had clearly anticipated this and took advantage of the moment to throw another punch, which struck like cannon fire. Mo Ming quickly sidestepped but as Lord's fist missed its target, he swung his arm and slammed it into Mo Ming's chest.
"Ugh." Mo Ming let out a muffled groan as he stumbled sideways.
Lord closed in again and leaped to deliver a kick.
With such a continuous assault from Lord, Mo Ming found himself struggling to defend. This time, facing Lord's leaping kick, his reaction was noticeably delayed by a second, resulting in him being forcefully kicked away.
"Poof!" Mo Ming, lying on the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground like a blooming blood lotus.
"You've done well to fight me this far; let me send you to hell!" Lord rushed forward swiftly.
However, just as Lord was about to reach Mo Ming, Mo Ming pushed off the ground with both hands and leaped up at an incredible speed, his legs crashing hard into Lord's chest. By the time Mo Ming stood up again, Lord was already lying on the ground.
"Heh heh. I feel like this is just the beginning," Mo Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing an arrogant demeanor.
"Then let me see what your true strength really is!" Lord extended his crimson tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, tasting a hint of sweetness. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he was clearly enraged; to him, shedding blood was a disgrace!
Seeing Lord so furious, Mo Ming showed no signs of fear. He unleashed all his combat power and charged at Lord with even greater speed than before. His figure appeared somewhat blurred in motion, indicating that Mo Ming was also getting angry.
"Hmph." Lord snorted coldly and took large strides toward Mo Ming.
The two were almost using their full strength, exchanging blows at an incredibly fast pace, akin to a martial arts film with special effects—exhilaratingly spectacular. It was as if they were about to use Lightness Skill to engage in a fierce fistfight in mid-air. Each punch and kick was so swift that they created afterimages; however, those with keen eyesight could still see them.
Both Lord and Mo Ming possessed exceptional vision; otherwise, no matter how fast their attacks were, it would be useless if they couldn't see each other's moves.
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