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"Ha, I didn't expect someone like you to be in the 'Dark Order.' I thought there were no formidable characters besides Evil Eye and Overlord." Mo Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned fiercely, saying, "You're a terrifying enemy, but not one that makes me feel afraid."
Although Fierce could beat him to such a state, Mo Ming was not intimidated. The opponent's strength was indeed not to be underestimated, but if that was all they had, Mo Ming was confident he could defeat him.
"That's right, my strength doesn't compare to those two freaks, Evil Eye and Overlord. I can't make you feel afraid, so I'm not surprised at all that the Little Overlord Asura on the battlefield is actually such a simple character." Fierce licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Show me your true strength. If you can't even defeat me, what do you have to fight against us?"
"Hmph, don't think you can dominate everything. That era is coming to an end. As long as I live, you won't have good days ahead." Mo Ming snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes and saying, "No matter how strong Evil Eye and Overlord are, as long as they're human, they will always have weaknesses."
"Haha, you're quite imaginative. I really want to see how you plan to deal with Evil Eye and Overlord!" Fierce laughed wildly for a while before adding, "It's just a pity that I won't have the chance to see it."
Mo Ming's eyes were filled with killing intent.
Fierce's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with sharpness as he declared, "Because from now on, there will be no more Shura in this world; you will die at my hands!"
"Then I'll see how you make me disappear!"
As soon as the words fell, Mo Ming stepped forward and threw a punch that cut through the air with incredible speed towards Fierce—this speed was more than double what it had been before!
This caused a flicker of surprise in Fierce's eyes, but it was only momentary. Soon after, the wicked smile on his lips grew wider, and his expression showed intense interest as he met Mo Ming's attack head-on.
"Truly worthy of being Shura; your strength is indeed different. That last display was already shocking enough; I didn't expect you to still be hiding your power. Interesting, truly interesting."
Fierce gathered enough strength and prepared to throw a punch to collide with Mo Ming's fist.
"What's even more interesting is yet to come!"
Just as Fierce's fist was about to collide with Mo Ming's fist, Mo Ming suddenly loosened his fist and directly wrapped around Fierce's fist. At first glance, it seemed like Mo Ming was unharmed; however, intense pain shot through his palm. Nevertheless, Mo Ming endured it.
Mo Ming frowned slightly due to the pain and quickly withdrew a leg to strike at Fierce's lower body. Fierce reacted exceptionally swiftly and kicked out to stop Mo Ming's attack.
"Heh heh, this is just a distraction!"
"What?"
A moment of shock flickered in Fierce's eyes as Mo Ming swiftly released Fierce's fist. The hand that had originally wrapped around Fierce's fist clenched into a fist again and struck fiercely at Fierce's face.
In response to this sudden change, Fierce quickly raised a hand to block, but it was merely a feint. Mo Ming had no intention of hitting Fierce in the face; instead, he took advantage of the opening created by Fierce's wide stance and kicked fiercely into Fierce's abdomen.
The series of feints caught Fierce off guard for the final real attack. He took the brunt of Mo Ming's powerful kick, stumbling backward. Though he tried to steady himself, Mo Ming stepped forward aggressively.
Fierce's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Mo Ming closed in on him, launching an aggressive assault that left Fierce in a passive position. Aside from blocking, he had yet to find an opportunity to counterattack.
"Fierce, weren't you just trying to make me disappear from this world?" Mo Ming mocked. "Is your idea of making me disappear simply going to another world without me?"
"Hmph, don't get too cocky. I knew from the start that killing you would be a difficult task. Therefore, I thought of many ways to deal with you. However, plans often fall short of reality; I underestimated you and overestimated that idiot Hebrew! I never expected him to come up with so many tricks that ultimately failed to eliminate you, leaving me with no choice but to take action myself!"
Fierce let out a displeased snort, his body brimming with energy as he tried to speed up his movements. Yet it seemed that Mo Ming was overpowering him in speed, and despite his attempts to block, he still suffered several hits from Mo Ming.
"Murong Lian was captured by you all to deepen my hatred for Hebrew!?"
At the mention of this matter, Mo Ming's eyes reddened slightly—not from tears but from an uncontrollable rage. The threat of hostages had always been a tormenting thought for him; such situations often made him extremely irritable.
Now, the ones behind this were the Dark Order, which only deepened his inner turmoil, emanating an aura of death.
Noticing the subtle change in Mo Ming's demeanor, Fierce's expression showed a hint of surprise but quickly masked it with a cold laugh. "It's obvious at this point; I have no need to hide it anymore. Yes, so what!"
"I will kill you."
Mo Ming stated simply, yet within those simple words lay an endless killing intent. The anger simmering beneath the surface was fully revealed in that statement; anyone who heard it could sense just how furious Mo Ming was.
"Haha..." Fierce laughed fearlessly. "I'm not someone who fears death; life and death are fated, wealth and honor are determined by heaven. I've been prepared for death for a long time; it's just that Yama wouldn't dare take me! If you have the ability, come at me! Murong Lian must die too!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming's murderous aura intensified, and his speed of attack increased, forcing Fierce to defend himself more desperately. Just as a gap appeared during one of Fierce's blocks, Mo Ming seized the opportunity and delivered a heavy punch to Fierce's chest.
Fierce staggered back a few steps, blood surging from his mouth. He could feel that punch had struck him like a massive hammer, shaking his entire internal organs.
"I'll give you a chance to live. Release Murong Lian, and I will let you go this once. You can take your people and leave safely; I will not interfere. But you need to think carefully: is it better to keep the green mountains or to have everything perish together?"
Mo Ming's tone remained calm, but inside he was seething with rage. Fierce was no match for him; if he wanted, he could ensure Fierce's death before dawn. If it weren't for Murong Lian being in his hands, Mo Ming would have acted decisively long ago.
"Shura, how pathetic you are. I thought you were invulnerable, able to remain indifferent in the face of your comrades' and loved ones' deaths—cold-hearted and ruthless. But alas, you've found a fatal weakness!" Fierce mocked with a smile, shaking his head. "You will never be as ruthless as Evil Eye and Overlord because you lack that cold-bloodedness!"
"Shut up! Only beasts like you can possess such heartless feelings!"
Mo Ming was stirred by Fierce's words, memories flooding back to him. Waves of anger surged within him. If it weren't for his comrades and Qingmeng urging him not to go out and insisting on avenging them, he wouldn't have cared if he died alongside them.
Bearing the label of "traitor" imposed by the organization, enduring the deaths of comrades and Qingmeng right before his eyes, and suffering all the misunderstandings, Mo Ming resolutely survived solely for the purpose of avenging his friends!
Seeing Mo Ming's furious expression brought joy to Fierce, who laughed heartily. "Shura, no matter how grand your words sound, your comrades have died while you cling to life until now. The beast you speak of is none other than yourself!"
There was a moment of silence.
"Heh heh..."
This reaction was somewhat unexpected for Fierce. He had anticipated that Mo Ming would explode in rage and attack recklessly, allowing him to exploit Mo Ming's weaknesses. However, Mo Ming's expression turned unusually calm; he suddenly began to laugh softly, leaving Fierce puzzled.
"What are you laughing at?"
Mo Ming looked at Fierce with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. "Idiot, I'm laughing at you! I must admit that you're clever enough to use words to provoke me, trying to confuse my mind so that you can turn the tables on me. I almost fell for it; unfortunately, it was just a little too short."
"A little too short?"
Mo Ming lightly nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, it's just that little bit. If it weren't for the words my comrades said to me before they died, about needing to take revenge, I might have really fallen into your trap."
"Oh?" Fierce laughed. "I underestimated you. I didn't expect those words wouldn't provoke you. But if you want revenge, are you willing to sacrifice Murong Lian's life? As long as I die, she will die too. Can you really bear to let her accompany me to the grave?"
"Not necessarily. I'm taking a gamble." Mo Ming's gaze was sharp, radiating determination. Even if he released Fierce now, Murong Lian's safety was still in his hands; therefore, Fierce could not be let go!
"I'd like to hear what you're gambling on!" Fierce asked nonchalantly.
Mo Ming replied calmly, "Before coming here, I had someone look for Murong Lian's whereabouts. I figured that among the members of the Dark Order here, aside from you, the rest aren't very strong. Heh heh, I'm betting whether they've rescued Murong Lian or not, and the stake is your life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ming launched another attack on Fierce. After taking a punch from Mo Ming earlier, Fierce was already somewhat injured internally. Now, he faced Mo Ming's deceptive attacks with difficulty; his movements were slow and labored.
Continuously enduring Mo Ming's assaults, even minor injuries could accumulate into serious ones. Because of his injuries, Fierce's speed and strength were far below their previous levels, gradually putting him in a dire situation.
"Today, this place will be your grave. Go down; Iron Kong must miss you."
Mo Ming said lightly as he threw a left hook that made Fierce's head tilt to the right before swiftly delivering a right hook that unexpectedly struck Fierce's head. Without losing momentum, he executed an upward kick that connected with Fierce's chin, sending him flying backward. At the same time, Mo Ming leaped into the air and kicked Fierce down to the ground.
The entire sequence of moves was fluid and without hesitation; Fierce had no chance to resist and was directly knocked down by Mo Ming. He tried to get back up but was forcefully kicked back down by Mo Ming.
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