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Silver Wolf nodded, remaining silent as he focused on the two fighters engaged in a fierce battle.
Red Ghost and Iron Man were still locked in a stalemate, one attacking while the other defended. Neither had fallen, nor could anyone claim victory. A crowd had gathered to watch, yet no one uttered a word; they simply observed in silence.
"What?"
Suddenly, everyone on the scene, including Silver Wolf who had previously believed Red Ghost would maintain his position, looked at the unfolding situation with astonishment.
Who would have thought that Iron Man, who had been on the defensive, would nimbly evade a lethal strike from Red Ghost and then turn the tables to launch a counterattack? This forced Red Ghost into a series of retreats, leaving him in a state of disarray and compelled to defend himself.
"The counterattack has begun; Iron Man is determined to win this round," Mo Ming remarked, having anticipated this shift in momentum without much emotional fluctuation.
Silver Wolf chuckled wryly, "Boss, your insight is truly sharp. To predict such an outcome is impressive. Now I understand why even top-tier experts like Liufeng consider you unbeatable; you really are something else."
"Hehe, combat requires keen observation to spot an opponent's weaknesses. When will you reach a level where you can seize opportunities during battle? I believe you'll achieve a significant breakthrough," Mo Ming replied with a faint smile. "Iron Man succeeded due to his calm demeanor; he didn't become discouraged or anxious despite being at a disadvantage. Instead, it was Red Ghost, who held the advantage, that rushed into an attack and exposed his vulnerabilities, which Iron Man capitalized on to reverse the situation."
"True to form, Boss; your words are so philosophical. Although it's profound, I managed to grasp it!" Silver Wolf laughed and turned his attention back to the fight, which had reached its conclusion. Ultimately, Iron Man emerged victorious. Silver Wolf gave a thumbs-up in praise, saying, "Your analysis is spot on; Iron Man has indeed advanced successfully."
"Alright, enough flattery; I don't need you buttering me up," Mo Ming replied curtly before asking Silver Wolf, "What’s your current ranking?"
"Uh, I'm barely holding onto second place. The guy ahead of me is quite formidable; I don't feel ready to challenge him just yet," Silver Wolf said with a wry shake of his head. "Whether I can maintain second place is still uncertain since each ranking battle reshuffles everything. Holding onto a position relies on strength; it's not that easy."
"Hehe, here, if you relax for even a moment, someone might step over you to take your place. Maintaining second place is already quite an achievement."
Mo Ming was not particularly surprised by Silver Wolf's ranking. Before entering, Silver Wolf already had a background in underground boxing, and with relentless training, he was strong enough compared to those who had talent but no foundation.
Mo Ming became interested in the first place, someone whom even Silver Wolf felt uncertain about defeating. He asked Silver Wolf, "I'm curious about the person you mentioned who is in first place. Who is he?"
"I'm afraid you won't see him today. Recently, I haven't seen him for several days; I don't know where Hunter sent him," Silver Wolf shook his head and said. "That guy is really something else. At first, I could easily defeat him, but in just a short time, he completely overwhelmed me. He's truly extraordinary."
"Hehe, Liufeng has always had a good eye for talent; those with potential will always shine," Mo Ming said, having seen too many prodigies to be surprised anymore. "What’s his nickname?"
In this place, people rarely mentioned their real names and instead referred to each other by nicknames. Silver Wolf would not call Liufeng by his name but would refer to him as Hunter because everyone's true information was kept confidential, and no one knew what anyone had done before.
"His nickname is 'Torture.' He's quite cold and doesn't like to talk much. I haven't interacted with him much, so I'm not very familiar with him. Anyway, he prefers to be alone out there; he's a rather strange guy."
"Torture?" Mo Ming laughed, finding it amusing. "This guy is interesting—torture, self-torture, torturing others, or what? But from what it looks like now, he seems to embody both self-torture and torturing others; he's tough on himself and tough on his opponents!"
"Let's not worry about him for now. Boss, come with me for a moment; I need to introduce you to them. Otherwise, if they meet you and don't recognize you, that would be a problem!"
Mo Ming did not refuse and followed Silver Wolf over. The new members of the "Soul of Justice" immediately turned their attention to Mo Ming without any malice; they didn't know who he was but could tell he was definitely not simple.
"Everyone, please hold on for a moment. This person beside me is someone I'm sure you're all familiar with; some of you might want to know what kind of person he really is," Silver Wolf chuckled and said. "Why don't you guess who he is?"
Mo Ming smiled wryly; he had thought Silver Wolf would introduce him directly, but instead, he rambled on and ended with a challenge to guess!
This immediately drew a round of disdainful voices. A short-haired woman—the only woman present—crossed her arms and laughed, "Silver Wolf, when did you become so humorous? But this isn't funny at all!"
"Come on, Silver Wolf, stop being coy. If there's something to say, just say it! What are you hesitating for? Are you a woman or something?" A lean man with bright eyes scrutinized Mo Ming.
Iron Man chuckled and said, "I'm actually a bit interested in guessing..."
The laughter turned a bit sly as they looked meaningfully at Mo Ming, then glanced at Silver Wolf, saying, "Could it be that you two are best buddies? Silver Wolf, I remember you often mentioning your good buddy!"
After Iron Man's teasing, the tough guys burst into laughter. Mo Ming couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth; Iron Man, who looked a bit like an ice block, surprisingly had a sense of humor.
"Get lost! You better shut up, or you'll find yourself turned into scrap metal," Silver Wolf shot a fierce glare at Iron Man and then looked at Mo Ming with a grin, saying, "I won't keep you in suspense. The Asura you've all been wanting to meet is this person right in front of you."
"Asura! He is Asura!"
"That legendary man is him?"
...
Everyone was stunned by Silver Wolf's revelation. Although they understood Mo Ming had some status, it was hard for them to accept that he was the king here, the Asura, given his age and aura.
"Silver Wolf, you're not joking, are you?" Red Ghost asked with a hint of surprise in his eyes and a furrowed brow.
"Do you think I would joke about something like this?" Silver Wolf replied with a slight smirk. "Boss, I see they're a bit unconvinced. You decide how to handle it!"
Mo Ming wore a smile as he scanned everyone present and said, "Welcome to this 'Hell.' I believe after a series of training sessions, you all understand that here, strength reigns supreme; here, the victor is king!"
The crowd fell silent but still held skeptical looks in their eyes. Mo Ming noticed this and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Now, I can give you an opportunity to challenge me directly. Whoever wins will become the new king of 'Hell!'"
As soon as Mo Ming's words were spoken, everyone was eager to try their luck and become the latest king.
This was understandable; everyone who made it here had strength and tenacity. They were not easily swayed by anyone else. Deep down, they harbored a kind of arrogance and often thought too highly of themselves, looking for shortcuts.
Asura—a name they had heard since the first day they arrived. They were eager to meet this man shrouded in myth and wanted to defeat him to become the new generation's king and rule over all!
Now the Asura was right in front of him. Seeing the young boy, Mo Ming, he felt that becoming a king was not due to strength but rather to loyalty and similar ideals.
Mo Ming gave them the opportunity to challenge him directly, and some began to harbor a sense of luck, thinking they might actually defeat him.
Everyone was waiting for someone to step up and test whether Mo Ming truly had the strength. If he did, those who didn't step up would be relieved; if he didn't, they could always challenge whoever defeated Mo Ming later.
The Silver Wolf said little, standing aside and waiting for someone unaware of the consequences to step forward.
"This is a rare opportunity; if I don't take it, it would be a waste. Worst case, I'll just get beaten up!"
The lean man who had spoken earlier stepped forward, looking at Mo Ming with a playful expression. He laughed and asked, "Asura? Is it true that if I defeat you, I can become the king?"
"Yes, as long as you can win against me, you will be the king!" Mo Ming replied calmly, staring at the lean man. He then asked, "You have quite a bit of courage; tell me, what is your nickname?"
"Corpse Man!"
Mo Ming nodded and said, "That does suit your appearance somewhat. Alright, enough chit-chat. I'll give you the first move. If you can't take me down within ten moves, that means you've won. In other words, as long as you can evade ten moves, I will consider myself defeated."
Arrogant!
Everyone frowned. Corpse Man was not an easy opponent to defeat; even taking him down wouldn't be simple. Yet Mo Ming boldly claimed that if he couldn't take down Corpse Man within ten moves, he would lose. This was indeed arrogant, but there was still some skill behind it; people were hesitant to jump to conclusions.
"Haha, you're a bit overconfident! But since you've said that, I'm more than happy to accept," Corpse Man chuckled a few times, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes as he stepped forward quickly.
Mo Ming stood still like a wooden dummy, not moving an inch as he quietly watched Corpse Man charge at him. He lightly remarked, "Your speed is decent; it's just that you don't know how to react."
"You won't evade me! However, thinking you can hit me ten times is a bit unrealistic!"
Corpse Man swung a punch, the force of it creating a gust of wind aimed at Mo Ming's cheek.
Just as it was about to land on Mo Ming, he swiftly dodged, while Corpse Man remained unfazed. In the moment of missing, his left leg transformed into a whip-like strike aimed at Mo Ming's waist, but Mo Ming evaded again.
"That's two moves so far. There are eight more; if you can land them, you win. Keep going!"
Mo Ming said with a calm smile, beckoning Corpse Man with his hand.
"Hmph!"
Corpse Man was infuriated by Mo Ming's taunting and launched another attack, this time even faster. As his fist swung, it seemed to leave an Afterimage in the air. However, Mo Ming dodged even quicker, his feet seemingly catching the wind as he easily retreated.
Iron Man, observing Mo Ming's defensive tactics without any counterattack, seemed to have realized something and exclaimed, "What quick reflexes! Those legends might be true; Shura is indeed a formidable man."
"Yeah, I feel the same way. It seems like he's just toying with Corpse Man, not using any real skills at all, while Corpse Man is giving it his all and still can't touch him. If it were me, I would have been knocked down long ago."
Red Ghost nodded with a wry smile, feeling somewhat relieved that he hadn't foolishly jumped in to take a beating.
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