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Dodging the punch from Mo Ming, Iron Kong felt no pain and showed no intention of retreating. He swung a fist upward toward Mo Ming's lower body, a vicious move that could have been devastating if it connected.
Mo Ming remained calm, sidestepping and taking a few steps back. He gathered his strength in one leg and charged forward again, leaping up to throw a punch at Iron Kong, but in an instant, he flipped mid-air and soared above Iron Kong's head.
Don't think this was slow; on the contrary, Mo Ming's movements were fluid. He brought a leg down toward Iron Kong's head, and with Iron Kong's reaction speed being far inferior, his head was struck painfully by Mo Ming.
"How does that feel? Hurts, right?" Mo Ming teased. "I thought you had turned your whole body into an impenetrable wall. Turns out you can't even handle a solid headbutt?"
"I will tear you apart, Shura!" The pain in his head combined with Mo Ming's taunts made Iron Kong furious, resembling an enraged gorilla. He stomped forward, his entire body shaking violently, creating an illusion of the ground trembling for Mo Ming.
He closed in on Mo Ming and threw punches repeatedly but was met with Mo Ming's swift dodges. Each time he avoided a punch, Mo Ming would retaliate with a strike to Iron Kong's head, which he couldn't defend against, taking blow after blow.
Mo Ming's skills were not mere bragging; as a former champion on the battlefield, his strength was undoubtedly formidable. Otherwise, how could he have defeated the so-called kings of combat from various nations to reach the pinnacle of the battlefield?
In reality, Iron Kong was strong too—immensely powerful with unmatched resilience—but relying solely on that was ineffective against Mo Ming. Speed was key; without it, even great strength could not be utilized.
Demon Bear was like this, and now Iron Kong remained the same. Many people in the world were stronger than Mo Ming; however, not everyone could match him. Why?
Because Mo Ming's speed was sufficient, and his judgment was sharp. His seemingly unpredictable moves were actually highly adaptable to different situations. He functioned like a combat analysis machine, assessing patterns and formulating strategies!
This is where the difference lies: Iron Kong was known for his resilience but often took punches to the head without being able to inflict damage in return. His frustration and headache made him exceedingly angry, increasing his attack power yet still failing to hit Mo Ming.
"Ha ha! Your head hurts, right? It should! I want you to feel that pain!" While dodging again, Mo Ming continued his assault on Iron Kong's head with a cold smile. "My punches aren't that hard, but I want to see if your resilience can withstand my strikes!"
Iron Kong grew even more furious as he continuously took hits to the head from Mo Ming. Even stone would wear down under such pressure; how much more so for him—a flesh-and-blood being? His head throbbed painfully as he roared at Mo Ming, "Bastard! I will kill you!"
"Try hitting me first."
Mo Ming dodged another furious punch from Iron Kong and raised his fist to gather strength before swiftly delivering a powerful blow to Iron Kong's temple. This punch truly overwhelmed Iron Kong; his entire head shook violently as bile surged from his stomach and erupted from his mouth.
Dizziness clouded his mind, and his vision became blurry. Iron Kong shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and saw Mo Ming in front of him, filled with rage.
"Ah, you bastard, I'm going to tear you apart!"
Iron Kong's head felt swollen, bruised in shades of blue and purple, and he was unknowingly shouting in anger. But before he could act, Mo Ming landed another punch on Iron Kong's jaw, causing his head to snap back.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ming wasted no time and swiftly kicked Iron Kong in the chest, knocking him down. He then stopped and looked disdainfully at the fallen Iron Kong, saying, "I gave you a chance to fight back. Get up and let's continue!"
Taking down Iron Kong so easily would be too merciful; Mo Ming wanted to beat him thoroughly to vent his frustrations before sending him on his way because Mo Ming was absolutely confident that Iron Kong couldn't escape!
"Hmph..."
Lying on the pile of stones, Iron Kong let out a few cold laughs. His fingers twitched as he blinked, and his blurry vision gradually cleared up. However, the pain in his head never subsided; after taking so many punches from Mo Ming, it was impossible not to hurt. A regular person would likely be knocked silly by now.
Struggling to get up, Iron Kong spotted a handgun on the ground not far away. A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he roared, "I'll kill you and your whole family..."
Iron Kong wanted to grab the gun to take down Mo Ming because he understood their disparity. With Mo Ming's skills, he knew he couldn't defeat him in a fair fight; his only chance was to use the gun.
No matter how fast Mo Ming was, he couldn't outrun a bullet!
But just as Iron Kong picked up the handgun and aimed at Mo Ming, a gunshot rang out. A piercing pain shot through him as a bloody hole appeared in his hand that held the gun, making it impossible for him to grip it.
"Ah... you bastard! You won't die a good death!"
Iron Kong roared in agony as he stood up, his voice echoing through the quiet forest with a faint reverberation. Clutching the bleeding wound in his hand, he glared fiercely at Mo Ming, who was now aiming at Iron Kong's head.
"I gave you a chance for an unarmed duel, but you didn't seize it well. This has saved me quite some time," Mo Ming said coldly, with a murderous glint in his eyes. He fired several shots at Iron Kong's legs until he forced him to kneel.
"Ah... Shura you bastard! What kind of skill is it to torture me? If you have the guts, just kill me! Shoot!" Iron Kong defiantly laughed as he made a gun gesture with his hand against his head and said, "Go ahead and pull the trigger here! Kill me if you're so angry!"
"Don't worry, you can rest assured that I won't let you escape so easily."
Mo Ming grinned, his smile somewhat sinister, and said, "Enjoy the slow arrival of death; it will be a pain you won't forget even in your next life. You must experience that piercing agony."
"Hahaha..." Iron Kong sneered. As he laughed, Mo Ming suddenly fired two shots at his shoulders, causing beads of cold sweat to form on Iron Kong's forehead.
"Comfortable? Shura, if you want to see me in fear, you'll have to imagine it yourself. Even if you torture me to the point of being unrecognizable, I won't show a hint of fear. Go ahead and torment me."
"Is that so? You're quite shameless to ask me to torture you properly. I can only oblige." Mo Ming mercilessly fired two more shots, precisely piercing Iron Kong's ears.
The pain twisted Iron Kong's face; his mouth was agape as if he could fit a duck egg inside. Yet he remained silent, only letting out a muffled groan while a cruel smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
"I know I can't leave here tonight... But Shura, there's a secret you might never uncover. That operation was so secretive, yet we found out about it. Do you understand who the informant is?"
Who informed!?
Iron Kong's provocation succeeded in completely changing Mo Ming's expression; anger flickered in his brows. After that failed mission, they had suspected someone had leaked information but found no evidence. Who the informant was seemed like an unsolvable mystery.
"Tell me, who is the informant?" Mo Ming stepped closer to Iron Kong and grabbed his throat. Iron Kong was too weak to resist; he couldn't muster any strength to lift his hands.
"You... will... never... know..." Iron Kong managed a grim smile, his eyes filled with determination. The moment Mo Ming caught that look, he immediately released his grip and kicked Iron Kong away before swiftly diving to the ground.
At that instant, an explosion erupted behind him. Iron Kong's massive body was blown apart, dust swirling everywhere as a wave of energy swept over Mo Ming's back.
Recalling the earlier scene was thrilling; Iron Kong had resolved to die but still wanted to drag Mo Ming down with him. When Mo Ming approached, Iron Kong had pulled the pin from a grenade but fortunately realized it in time; otherwise, Mo Ming would have gone down with him.
"Qingmeng, brothers, if you are aware in the underworld, you can finally breathe easy. I've taken care of him for you; don't worry, he's just the first. I promise there will be more to follow."
Mo Ming brushed off the dirt from his clothes and looked at the spot where Iron Kong had been blown into pieces. His mood felt heavy as he finally ended the life of the one who had killed Qingmeng after searching for so many people.
Yet, there was not a trace of ease in his heart. Remembering Iron Kong's words before his death, Mo Ming could not remain calm; it seemed Iron Kong did not want to deceive him.
Recalling the details of that mission, he knew that aside from his team members, there were also the old man and three Commander-level figures who were aware of it. Just thinking about it was terrifying. His comrades had all died, and the old man could not possibly be the informant. Therefore, the only possible informants were those three high-ranking individuals.
Regardless of which one of them it was, this was indeed shocking news. After all, they were powerful figures who could command troops. If they were all members of the Dark Order, then the Dark Order would be too formidable.
"I hope it's none of them; otherwise, the enemies we have to face will be too terrifying," Mo Ming said with a wry smile, shaking his head, but his gaze remained resolute.
Suddenly sensing someone entering the forest, Mo Ming quickly hid. When he saw that it was Poisonous Madness and the others, he revealed himself. Poisonous Madness approached with a joyful expression and said, "Boss, it's great that you're okay! We heard an explosion here just now, and we were really worried about you."
"Yeah, Boss, you really make us worry! Why did you go after the enemy alone? That's very dangerous! You didn't think about that?" Enchantress crossed her arms and spoke with a hint of reproach. "I remember you weren't so careless before."
Lion had become a bit more attentive. Looking at Mo Ming's expression, he clearly sensed some concern. Then glancing at the mangled remains of Iron Kong on the ground, he guessed, "Boss, that person was Iron Kong, right?"
"Yes." Mo Ming nodded bitterly and apologetically said, "Sorry, brothers. I made you worry..."
"Come on, no need to apologize. We all understand your eagerness for revenge," Poisonous Madness replied. Having heard Mo Ming mention past events and upon hearing Iron Kong's name, he immediately understood Mo Ming's feelings at that time. He patted Mo Ming on the shoulder and said, "Boss, we will support you. We won't let those guys from the Dark Order get away with this."
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