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A group of people wielding axes clashed with another group that was unarmed, creating a spectacular scene. In terms of numbers, the Azure Dragon Gang had a clear advantage, but when it came to elite fighters, the individuals from the opposing side were monstrous killers capable of taking on ten opponents at once.
In a short span of time, countless enemies fell, slaughtered mercilessly. The expression on the killer's face remained unchanged, as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg. With ghostly movements, he evaded the chaotic swings of axes from his foes, delivering calm and precise strikes in return.
Such frenzied killing instilled fear in many enemies, causing them to involuntarily shrink back.
One member of the Azure Dragon Gang swallowed hard and said, "This guy is terrifying..."
This was not just one person's sentiment; it echoed the feelings of all Azure Dragon Gang members facing the killer!
"Ah!"
One member of the "Yihun" faction exposed a major flaw, and Shan Meng seized the opportunity to swing his axe and kill him with tremendous force, embedding the blade deep into his body.
Shan Meng, like a hill in stature, was indeed fierce and powerful. In a short time of combat, he had already taken down three members of "Yihun," who were among the weakest in their ranks.
Of course, it wasn't that these individuals were utterly incompetent; rather, Shan Meng's strength was simply beyond their capability to handle.
"Haha, little brats, come taste my axe!"
Shan Meng laughed triumphantly. As he noticed how easy it was to kill—like eating bean sprouts—his eyes sparkled with excitement as he charged toward the killer.
"Finally, a worthy opponent?"
The killer sensed a dangerous aura approaching him and felt a surge of joy. After kicking one enemy away with great force, he turned to look at Shan Meng—a powerful man resembling a hill—charging at him with a machete and a playful smile on his lips.
"Red Ghost, this guy is mine!"
The killer said to Red Ghost, who seemed ready to intervene.
"Fine, I get it!"
Red Ghost replied somewhat disgruntled. Just when he found an opponent with some strength, the killer claimed him for himself. Naturally, he felt a bit unhappy about it. However, since the killer was the leader of this generation, his words carried weight; Red Ghost could only seek another opponent.
"Big guy, I hope you won't disappoint me." Nüè said with a poker face, looking at Shan Meng with utter disdain.
Shan Meng laughed uncontrollably as if he had heard a joke, saying, "You arrogant brat, I'll take good care of you. I'll definitely chop you to pieces!"
"Let's hope so." A sarcastic smile appeared on Nüè's lips as he moved first, launching an attack on Shan Meng with such speed that it surprised him.
However, Shan Meng was no pushover. He quickly regained his composure, a playful expression crossing his face. He stepped forward as if the ground trembled beneath him, raised his axe, gathered his strength, and leaped into the air to strike at Nüè's head.
Nüè immediately jumped back.
The axe missed its target and struck the ground heavily, creating a crack half a meter long. With such force, if it had hit Nüè, it would have surely split him in two.
"Kid, I'll give you credit for your quick reflexes. Otherwise, I'd have taught you a lesson in body duplication!" Shan Meng pulled out his axe and laughed triumphantly.
Nüè's expression remained largely unchanged as he calmly replied, "Why waste breath? Missing is missing. Just because I’ve been with your woman doesn’t mean I’ve actually played with her."
Nearby, Mo Ming couldn't help but chuckle at Nüè's words. He never expected the cold exterior of Nüè to be capable of such humor; it was truly surprising!
Hearing Nüè's sarcasm, Shan Meng snorted angrily and said, "Kid, today you'll get a taste of my axe!"
"I'm waiting," Nüè shrugged indifferently and stopped talking. He charged forward as Shan Meng swung his mountain axe down upon him relentlessly. Each strike was powerful; if one landed on Nüè, it would spell disaster for him.
Yet Nüè had exceptional dodging skills; Shan Meng's axe barely grazed him. The two engaged in a fierce battle, neither side willing to give an inch, making it difficult to determine a clear victor.
"Hey, that dog over there, it's just you and me now."
Mo Ming tilted his head and looked at Cyan Wolf with a playful smile. "No one can help you now; are you ready to die?"
"Hmph, don’t get too cocky; no one knows how this will turn out! With just the few of you here, it won't be long before my Azure Dragon Gang's Axe Hall Elite takes care of you!"
Cyan Wolf felt some fear towards Mo Ming's strength but refused to show weakness. Gripping his machete tightly, he let out a roar and charged at Mo Ming.
"Stubborn as a dead duck, everyone knows that!"
Mo Ming lightly smiled and stepped forward.
Soon, the two blades clashed again, producing a series of ringing sounds. However, the gap between them was too great. Since the last duel with Yamamoto Kyouka, Mo Ming's swordsmanship had reached a new level.
It wasn't that Mo Ming was a prodigy in martial arts, but rather he possessed a fierce competitive spirit. No one wins every battle, and no one can remain at the pinnacle of victory forever. Even though Mo Ming was known as a fearsome figure, there were still those stronger than him.
Every time he encountered a strong opponent and faced defeat, as long as he survived, Mo Ming would spend considerable time reviewing the battle, studying his opponent's techniques, discussing strategies, and analyzing his own shortcomings to improve his combat skills.
Because of this, Mo Ming became stronger when facing formidable foes and ascended to the throne of the world's top King of Soldiers. Of course, that was in the past; after retiring, the title of King of Soldiers had slipped away from him, leaving only an immortal legend behind.
After losing to Yamamoto Kyouka, during the days of his captivity, Mo Ming did not remain idle. He continuously studied Yamamoto Kyouka's sword techniques, significantly enhancing his own skills. Now, his swordsmanship was incredibly fierce.
Cyan Wolf's strength was inferior to Mo Ming's; thus, his sword techniques were no match for Mo Ming's. Every strike forced Cyan Wolf into a defensive position, leaving him no choice but to block. However, Mo Ming's attacks were too overwhelming, causing Cyan Wolf to retreat helplessly.
"This kid is too monstrous; no wonder Brother Long values him so much. Right now, I'm practically being suppressed by him with no chance to counterattack. At this rate, even if I can endure it, my stamina won't hold out."
Cyan Wolf thought to himself that things were looking grim and began contemplating how to escape.
"You are too weak; you are on a completely different level than Yamamoto Kyouka. Sigh..."
Mo Ming sighed and shook his head. He initially intended to use Cyan Wolf to test his sword techniques, but unfortunately, Cyan Wolf's skills were so poor that it left Mo Ming greatly disappointed and devoid of any playful spirit.
"Get lost! Who knows that Yamamoto Kyouka is that bastard!"
Cyan Wolf was enraged by Mo Ming's disdain but felt helpless against Mo Ming's fierce onslaught and continued to retreat while blocking.
"Forget it; this is getting boring. I'll take care of you first."
In an instant, Mo Ming's blade descended like a tiger pouncing down the mountain—slicing, hacking, thrusting—causing Cyan Wolf to fumble in defense. Just as Cyan Wolf struggled to block one of Mo Ming's downward strikes with his sword, an opening appeared below.
Such a flaw was not something Mo Ming would let slip by. He swiftly lifted a leg and struck Cyan Wolf in the abdomen. Cyan Wolf staggered backward and only managed to stop after five steps.
With that kick from Mo Ming, although he didn't put all his strength into it, it was still considerable. Cyan Wolf suddenly felt as if his lower abdomen had been scalded by hot water, a burning pain that made his face turn pale.
"Just now, he didn't even use his full power. If he had... I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand a single move!" Cyan Wolf covered his lower abdomen with one hand, his eyes darting around, lost in thought.
Mo Ming noticed the change in Cyan Wolf's expression and wasn't in a hurry to finish him off. With a faint smile, he said, "What's wrong? Are you thinking someone will come to save you?"
"I know my swordsmanship isn't as good as yours. If I die at your hands, I can accept that. However, if you think you can kill me so easily, you're mistaken!" Cyan Wolf still held his ground, waving his sword and charging forward once again.
"Is it really that difficult? I find it extremely simple!"
Mo Ming tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile on his lips as he stood still, waiting for Cyan Wolf to attack.
Cyan Wolf's earlier demeanor had already revealed his intentions. Mo Ming was curious to see what kind of schemes he could come up with!
In fact, many people fail due to arrogance and carelessness. However, in the face of absolute strength, the effectiveness of schemes diminishes significantly. Moreover, Cyan Wolf was openly launching an attack; every move he made was under Mo Ming's watchful eye.
Cyan Wolf rushed up to Mo Ming and swung his sword at him.
"Did you come here to seek death?"
Mo Ming smiled slightly and met the attack with his own blade.
The two swords clashed with a sharp "clang," and Mo Ming skillfully twisted his blade to strike back at Cyan Wolf. A strange smile curled at the corner of Cyan Wolf's mouth as he swiftly drew a sharp short sword with his left hand.
"Die!"
This was Cyan Wolf's pride: the Sleeve Blade. His earlier sword attack was merely a distraction for Mo Ming; the Sleeve Blade was what he relied on to eliminate Mo Ming!
"Heh heh..."
Mo Ming chuckled twice and moved like lightning, intercepting the sudden Sleeve Blade before Cyan Wolf's triumphant smile. In that moment, Cyan Wolf's expression completely froze.
No... it can't be!
Cyan Wolf roared inwardly, his eyes filled with horror. The weapon he took pride in, the Sleeve Blade, had failed to assassinate Mo Ming, which was a tremendous blow to him.
In fact, Cyan Wolf's Sleeve Blade was indeed as fast as lightning, capable of catching opponents off guard. Unfortunately, Mo Ming had anticipated it and was always on guard against his Sleeve Blade. Therefore, when he drew his blade, Mo Ming was already prepared for defense.
"Is this the best you can do?" Mo Ming sneered. With lightning speed, he turned the blade and made a circular cut on Cyan Wolf's wrist.
Cyan Wolf's eyes widened in shock as a sharp scream escaped his lips: "Ahhh!"
"This is what caused Yun Song to end up like this, right? Now, I will cripple your hand. But then again... I forgot you won't live past today." Mo Ming shook his head with a bitter smile and swiftly swung his blade.
Clang!
Cyan Wolf barely had time to react before the Sleeve Blade snapped in two, the tip embedding itself in the ground. Drops of blood fell from Cyan Wolf's hand onto the floor. His face turned pale, looking somewhat terrifying as he gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.
"Shura, Brother Long will definitely avenge me!" Cyan Wolf clenched his injured wrist and glared fiercely at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry; if he doesn't come looking for me, I will go find him. The Azure Dragon Gang will be completely removed from existence, and you... must take your leave today."
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