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"You will regret this. Brother Long will definitely kill you all!"
Cyan Wolf said fiercely, but deep down, there was a hint of fear. The source of that fear was Mo Ming's eyes, which lacked any ferocity and appeared disturbingly calm.
"That depends on your abilities. However, today you are facing death, heh heh." Mo Ming chuckled, holding a Machete as he slowly approached Cyan Wolf. Each deliberate step heightened the dread in Cyan Wolf's heart.
Cyan Wolf instinctively shrank back.
"You don't have to die; I've suddenly changed my mind."
Mo Ming halted his steps, a slight curve forming on his lips. To Cyan Wolf, that curve resembled a devil's smile. Not having to die felt worse than death itself!
Cyan Wolf struggled internally and roared, "If you have the guts, just make it quick! I'm not afraid of dying, you bastard! I don’t need your pity—come on, strike me down and leave a big scar!"
"No, no, no. I think you misunderstood. I have no pity for you at all."
Mo Ming smiled slightly and continued, "I just think that killing you like this would be too easy for you. I've thought of other methods. Heh heh, don't worry; it will be quite thrilling! I believe Luo Long's expression will be absolutely spectacular!"
"What do you want to do?!" Cyan Wolf roared hoarsely.
Not far away, Shan Meng heard Cyan Wolf's roar and turned in surprise, calling out "Wolf Brother..." only to receive a heavy kick to his back that sent him staggering forward.
"Big guy, your opponent is me! If you listen to others, you'll end up dead!" Nüè sneered.
"Damn it! Kid, I'll take you down first!" Shan Meng focused entirely on battling Nüè without any distractions.
"Your brothers are tied up; no one can save you now, Cyan Wolf..." Mo Ming shook his head as he walked over and kicked Cyan Wolf unconscious. A wicked grin appeared on his face as he said, "Don't be so anxious; I think you'll end up begging Luo Long for a quick death."
After saying that, Mo Ming tore a piece of cloth from Cyan Wolf's body and tied it around his wrist to temporarily stop the bleeding. Cyan Wolf wouldn't die immediately; however, after this encounter, he would carry a nightmare in his heart!
For the brother, Mo Ming would not hesitate to leave a million corpses behind!
As the battle neared its end, all the enemies in the courtyard had been dealt with by Wu Yong. Sitting on the threshold of the courtyard, a blood-stained machete was vertically planted in the ground before him. Wu Yong was smoking a cigarette, watching the ongoing fight.
"Good job, you really took care of that dog," Wu Yong remarked as he saw Mo Ming approaching with the Cyan Wolf slung over his back. "But why keep him alive after killing him?"
"Heh heh, what a waste to kill him outright. It’s much better to keep him around for some good torture, isn’t it?" Mo Ming grinned savagely, turning to glance at the ongoing battle. The Azure Dragon Society members were nearly wiped out, while the others—Nüè, Red Ghost, Iron Man, Corpse Man—were filled with murderous intent, each bearing some injuries. However, the countless corpses on the ground were their medals of honor!
"Alright then, you’ve got a wicked mind. That dog is finished for good in his next life," Wu Yong said, his gaze shifting to the battlefield as he nodded in satisfaction. "These people must be members of 'Yihun,' right? Their strength is quite impressive..."
Pausing for a moment, his eyes landed on Nüè as he smiled lightly. "Especially that cold-faced kid; his strength is the strongest among them. I doubt anyone else on the field can match that hill-shaped man."
"These guys are all fresh graduates; that cold-faced one is called Nüè. He’s the strongest among his cohort," Mo Ming explained.
"A fresh graduate has reached this level? Then what about those old-timers? They must be like gods!" Wu Yong exclaimed in astonishment. "No wonder 'Yihun' has become a well-known organization in just a few years; their foundation is truly remarkable. Mo Ming, you are indeed someone who can achieve great things."
"Brother Yong, achieving great things isn’t something one person can do alone. Since ancient times, conquering lands requires unity; it has never been something one person can accomplish. I need your strength!"
Mo Ming fixed his gaze on Wu Yong and earnestly said, "Brother Yong, this endeavor of conquering cannot be done without you. Join me!"
"Ha ha... What a saying, 'To conquer the world since ancient times, unity is essential.' Mo Ming, since you are the new successor of the Undead Celestial Executioner, I will naturally join you in conquering the world!" Wu Yong laughed wildly, his gaze fixed intently on Mo Ming's eyes.
"That's not it."
Mo Ming shook his head and said seriously, "You don't understand my meaning. I'm talking about cooperation between brothers, not a superior-subordinate relationship. Brother Yong, join us!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Yong was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flickering with excitement as he nodded and smiled, "Good lad, you really know how to win people over. Alright, just for that statement, I will follow you for life!"
"With Brother Yong's addition, we are one step closer to the peak of victory!" Mo Ming also looked a bit excited, a joyful curve forming at the corners of his mouth.
On the battlefield, Corpse Man's frail body leaped up like a shooting star, dodging an enemy's axe swing in mid-air and crashing a knee into the enemy's chin.
The enemy was burly, but after taking a heavy hit from Corpse Man, he immediately fell backward, blood spewing from his mouth. Corpse Man did not give him a chance to react; he raised a foot and stomped down hard on his throat.
"Ah!" The man let out a scream, his eyes rolling back as he could no longer move.
Corpse Man uncivilly spat at him and noticed a knife scar on the back of his hand, still oozing bright red blood. He immediately extended his tongue to lick his own blood, a hint of anger in his brow as he muttered, "Damn it!"
Red Ghost and Iron Man quickly dealt with the last opponent as well. Scanning the battlefield, they found that aside from Shan Meng, there were no enemies left standing.
"Iron Man, I took down twenty people!"
Red Ghost smiled proudly and said, "So how about it? I won this round, right?"
"No, you lost!" Iron Man shook his head and replied slowly.
"How is that possible!"
Red Ghost was taken aback and said, "Don't mess with me. Tell me, how many do you have?"
"Hehe, not too many, just one more than you!" Iron Man extended a middle finger, full of sarcasm.
Seeing this, Red Ghost became a bit annoyed and shouted, "Seriously? How could it be that coincidental?"
"Absolutely!"
"Damn it, let's settle this when we get back. I've reserved your spot!"
...
"Damn, these guys are really twisted. Unarmed actually took out so many of our Axe Hall Elite, even Master Lang... and this kid in front of me..."
Shan Meng felt a chill run down his spine. The beating he was taking was incredibly frustrating; after fighting for so long, he had only managed to leave a few small cuts on his opponent while enduring several heavy hits himself.
"Big guy, you're pretty good; you haven't disappointed me." Unarmed was surprisingly honest and didn't mock Shan Meng at all.
Shan Meng snorted coldly and said, "Kid, you're not bad either. You've managed to hold on until now; I admire you. I know this time it's a one-way trip. Hmph, come on, let's see you all come at me!"
"Don't worry, big guy. Even if we wanted to jump in, that guy wouldn't agree. Just focus on fighting; once you kill him, we'll step in!" Red Ghost watched from a distance, his eyes like a snake's as he observed the thrilling duel between the two.
"Haha... you guys are quite arrogant. You could swarm me and kill me but instead choose to fight one-on-one. That's some sense of honor!"
Shan Meng wasn't afraid; he was already prepared for death. He laughed heartily a few times and looked at Unarmed. "You? Your name is quite strange. Come on, even if I die today, I'm taking someone down with me!"
"Then it depends on whether you have that capability!" A murderous intent spread across Unarmed's eyes as he shot forward like a bloodthirsty specter toward Shan Meng.
Shan Meng swung the axe, aiming for the head of his opponent. The opponent immediately crouched down, executing a sweeping motion that forced Shan Meng to retreat repeatedly. The opponent did not give Shan Meng any chance to relax and pursued him relentlessly.
"Kid, take this axe!"
Shan Meng halted, raised his large axe, and aimed it at the advancing opponent with incredible speed. It seemed the axe was about to strike the opponent.
At this moment, Red Ghost and others watched anxiously for the opponent; if the axe landed, it would be disastrous. Even if one believed in Jesus, it would be over.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of the opponent's mouth as he swiftly sidestepped. The axe missed its target and struck the ground heavily instead.
"Too fast!"
Shan Meng was taken aback; he hadn't expected the opponent to twist away so quickly just before being hit. Not only did he dodge to the side, but he also seized the opportunity created by Shan Meng's attack to deliver a powerful kick that struck Shan Meng's head like a whip.
Shan Meng fell to the ground, blood streaming from his nose. The opponent seized Shan Meng's hand that held the axe and twisted it upward, producing a sharp cracking sound as bones broke. Shan Meng couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Ah!"
With his other hand clenched into a fist, Shan Meng swung at the opponent. The opponent quickly dodged and wrapped his arms around Shan Meng's thick neck while pressing a foot against his back, tightening his grip.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Shan Meng was twice the size of his opponent, and naturally much stronger. Even though the opponent had him in a chokehold, it would take time to finish him off. Shan Meng reached back with both hands.
The opponent quickly evaded but continued to tighten his grip, saying, "Ha! I doubt you can bring me down!"
"Hmph!"
Shan Meng's face turned red with anger as he coldly snorted, suddenly standing up with force and wildly shaking his body. At the same time, he reached back with both hands and grabbed the clothing of his opponent, pulling it forward with all his might.
Nü quickly released one hand and swung a fist towards Shan Meng's head, landing several powerful punches on Shan Meng's temple, causing him to feel dizzy. Shan Meng immediately became furious and fell backward.
Seeing this, Nü quickly let go of Shan Meng and rolled to the side.
With a loud crash, Shan Meng hit the ground heavily, producing a tremendous sound. Just from that noise, it was clear that such a fall had greatly impacted Shan Meng's body, likely injuring his internal organs.
Nü pounced on him, her right hand forming a claw as she swiftly struck Shan Meng's throat. Shan Meng, in pain, tried to resist, but Nü raised a fist and smashed it into his nose, leaving Shan Meng unable to fight back.
Blood gushed from Shan Meng's mouth as he became limp and powerless.
"Goodbye!"
Nü stood up, gathering her strength before delivering a powerful kick to Shan Meng's head, causing him to lose consciousness completely.
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