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Mo Ming watched quietly from the sidelines, showing no intention of intervening. He wanted Qi Miao to experience a few battles.
If Qi Miao truly couldn't handle a few opponents, he would step in personally. However, Mo Ming felt there was no need to intervene at all.
From the speed of the four individuals earlier, it was clear they had some skill, but they weren't particularly strong—probably on the same level as Qi Miao.
Fights at this level were the best for bringing out a person's inner potential. Once Qi Miao went through the baptism of battle tonight, he would become different in the future!
Before Qi Miao could catch his breath after getting knocked down, the person who had ambushed him charged forward again. As he approached, he suddenly raised his right foot to kick.
Qi Miao reacted just in time and rolled away, narrowly avoiding the kick.
"Damn it! You dare to ambush me? Are you looking for death? Apologize to me now, or I'll make you eat dirt!"
Quickly getting up from the ground, Qi Miao clutched the area that had been kicked and twisted his body a few times while cursing.
The four men formed a circle around Qi Miao, clearly not intending to let him leave unharmed.
"Hmph. Where did this reckless kid come from? Do you really want to die here?" The leader, Bearded Man, said coldly.
"Hey, is your brain short-circuiting? You say I want to die, which means I'm looking for trouble? You can't even understand such simple logic?" Facing the encirclement, Qi Miao laughed confidently. After the earlier fight, he was filled with adrenaline and seemed unafraid.
"Hmph, you talk a big game. Just hope you have the strength to back it up!" Bearded Man's gaze turned icy as he threw a punch.
Qi Miao stopped laughing and became serious. Instead of taking the punch head-on, he dodged to the side to avoid its impact.
However, the other three men standing nearby were not planning to give Qi Miao a one-on-one chance. As Qi Miao evaded Bearded Man's punch, a cold-faced man launched a surprise kick from the side. Qi Miao didn't notice in time and was knocked down again.
"Hmph, brother, why waste time with this kid? Just take him out and then notify Brother Luo. I feel like there's more going on here; it seems this kid isn't alone."
Cold-Blooded Man frowned and glanced around. No one noticed anything unusual, but he felt an unsettling sensation as if something terrifying was watching them.
It must be said that Cold-Blooded Man's instincts were quite sharp. At that moment, they were being watched not by some monster but by something even more terrifying.
"Well, let's get started together. This person does have some strength, so it's unlikely that I can take him down quickly," the Bearded Man nodded.
"You bastards, just wait for me to kick you all down like dogs!" Qi Miao, who had been knocked down twice, was furious, his eyes blazing with anger waiting to be unleashed.
Normally lacking any killing intent, Qi Miao's eyes flashed with a hint of it at that moment. This time, Qi Miao took the initiative and quickly approached the Cold-Blooded Man, launching a powerful punch with incredible speed and no hesitation.
The Cold-Blooded Man remained expressionless, but a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he tightened his right fist to meet the attack.
Bang!
The Double Fists collided violently. Qi Miao staggered back a step, gritting his teeth before throwing another punch at the Cold-Blooded Man.
Caught off guard, the Cold-Blooded Man hastily threw a punch that lacked sufficient power. After another collision of their Double Fists, he stumbled backward, nearly falling.
Qi Miao charged forward again; he wanted to take down the Cold-Blooded Man in one go. Even if he couldn't kill him, he needed to incapacitate him temporarily.
"Third Brother, be careful!" shouted the man with a shaved head as he swung his fist toward Qi Miao.
Qi Miao had no intention of engaging in a mutual destruction; he immediately stopped pursuing the Cold-Blooded Man and dodged the Bald Demon's attack by swinging his leg in retaliation.
"Hmph, still trying to sneak attack me? With your speed, you're slower than those sandbags! If I hadn't been careless earlier, would you have been able to knock me down?" Qi Miao snorted coldly and swung his fist fiercely at the Bald Demon.
His punches came faster and faster, as if Qi Miao's attack pattern was forming into a fierce onslaught!
Seeing that the Bald Demon was about to give in, the Bearded Man and the Ugly Man with acne both charged at Qi Miao while the Cold-Blooded Man steadied himself and rushed over as well.
Qi Miao quickly regained his composure and evaded several combined attacks from them. Then he seized an opportunity and kicked the Cold-Blooded Man away.
"Damn it! Now you know how it felt when you kicked me earlier!" Qi Miao exclaimed triumphantly as he continued to fight against the other three.
Qi Miao's reaction speed and attack speed were both impressive, results of training under Mo Ming.
Of course, this effectiveness was also due to Qi Miao's foundation in Chinese martial arts combined with his physical potential being unleashed. With perfect execution, he was able to face off against four opponents simultaneously.
"This kid hasn't disappointed me. With his strength, being able to hold his ground against four people is already his limit," Mo Ming nodded in satisfaction as he observed Qi Miao's performance.
Qi Miao's strength was not much different from the four opponents, but when it came to combat, Qi Miao's utilization of his own abilities surpassed that of the four.
It was similar to playing a game; with the same character and equipment, one could still determine a winner based on how well they handled the details and utilized their abilities.
This time, Qi Miao had thoroughly showcased his strength, which made Mo Ming reconsider his previous opinions. He believed that if Qi Miao experienced more battles like this, he would surely grow quickly.
Mo Ming had no intention of just watching anymore. Even if Qi Miao could potentially take down all four opponents, Luo Long would likely flee at the first sign of trouble.
With a swift movement, he glided like a specter through the Underworld, moving so fast it was astonishing.
Mo Ming had already approached the Bearded Man without him noticing.
"Big Brother, watch out behind you!" The Cold-Blooded Man noticed Mo Ming suddenly joining the fray, his pupils dilating in shock.
Mo Ming's speed was truly incredible; even the Cold-Blooded Man failed to realize that another person had appeared behind the Bearded Man.
"Too late," Mo Ming said calmly as he swiftly reached out and grabbed the unsuspecting Bearded Man.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones echoed—a deadly symphony.
The Bearded Man never realized what had happened; he couldn't even see the face of his killer before he died in confusion.
"Big Brother! You bastard, I will make you pay for this!" Bald Demon shouted, his eyes reddening with rage as he swung a punch at Mo Ming.
"Heh, is that all you've got?" Mo Ming smirked wickedly as he reached out and accurately caught Bald Demon's fist, quickly twisting it upward.
With a crack, Bald Demon let out a pained cry.
Mo Ming did not give him a chance to scream further. Grabbing Bald Demon's head with both hands, he twisted it to the side, silencing him as death enveloped him.
"You should go accompany your big brother, and as for you all, just take care of yourselves. Let me give you a nice metaphor: dealing with you is as easy as eating a meal." Mo Ming released the Bald Demon, letting him fall directly to the ground, then turned his gaze to the other two.
Mo Ming's strike was like a bolt of lightning, swiftly eliminating the two of them. This terrifying power had already deeply rooted itself in the hearts of the remaining two.
"What exactly are you?" The Cold-Blooded Man's cold expression vanished, replaced by deep fear.
This person was vastly different from Torture; not only was his skill inferior, but even his mental fortitude was lacking compared to Torture.
"I am, of course, the one here to take your life." Mo Ming's voice seemed to drift down from the heavens, sending chills down their spines.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ming moved, his gaze as cold as ice.
He brushed past the Bearded Man, who widened his eyes in shock before blood began to spill from his mouth.
In just a fleeting moment, Mo Ming had dealt with the Cold-Blooded Man; he couldn't even dodge a single attack!
Qi Miao stared in disbelief, his eyes widening as he momentarily lost his composure. When he regained his senses, he swallowed hard.
He remembered when Mo Ming had fought against Evil Eye; after that encounter, he hadn't seen Mo Ming engage with anyone else. Today, seeing him again, he was astonished to discover that Mo Ming's terror exceeded anything he could have imagined.
"Big Brother! Second Brother! Brother Three!" The Ugly Man's eyes reddened as he called out weakly upon seeing that all his brothers were dead.
"Qi Miao, this person is up to you to deal with." Mo Ming glanced at the Ugly Man and decided not to make another move, leaving one person for Qi Miao to practice on.
Mo Ming walked straight into the Twenty-Three Building. At this moment, his focus was sharp; he could sense any movement around him.
The elevator required a password; without entering it, one could not use it.
Mo Ming had no choice but to take the stairs, ascending floor by floor as the motion-sensor lights illuminated one after another.
It remained extremely quiet until he reached the fourth floor. However, upon reaching the fifth floor, Mo Ming heard faint breathing sounds.
The person was desperately trying to control their breathing but still managed to be heard by Mo Ming. He stomped heavily on the ground; as the lights brightened, he rushed upstairs.
The person upstairs clearly did not expect Mo Ming to take the initiative to attack first. His expression changed, and he immediately took action.
The person on the fifth floor was a lean old man, likely in his sixties or seventies, with the passage of time etched into his cheeks.
Mo Ming approached the old man without any intention of showing respect for the elderly. He threw a powerful punch directly at the old man's heart.
The old man's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly sidestepped, his speed not slow, but just a bit slower than Mo Ming's.
This surprised Mo Ming; he had never anticipated that an elderly man who seemed frail could move so quickly, which greatly exceeded his expectations.
Mo Ming had to be cautious now. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I didn't expect you to have some skills, old man. You actually managed to dodge my punch. Not many can do that."
"I know that with your skills, few can evade you. You've made me feel a sense of crisis that I've never felt before," the old man squinted his eyes as he assessed Mo Ming. "May I ask your name? I would like to know who killed my three disciples."
"Oh, so those three useless ones were your disciples? They were too weak; even four of them together couldn't defeat my disciple. I was just helping you clean up your sect," Mo Ming mocked.
"Their talent was indeed average; they have no one to blame for their deaths. I just want to know what enmity exists between you and Luo Long," the old man said calmly, showing no signs of anger.
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