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"Dragon Slayer, you are no match for me," Mo Ming said with a sinister smile, launching three punches and four kicks at Dragon Slayer. Dragon Slayer carefully dodged each attack while retreating to avoid giving Mo Ming any openings.
While blocking and dodging, Dragon Slayer retorted, "Whether I'm your opponent or not will be determined after you defeat me. For now, you haven't won!"
"Stubborn fool, can't you see that I have never used my full strength against you?"
Dragon Slayer was taken aback. "What?"
"Hehe, haven't you noticed that every time your strength is revealed, I can still easily keep you at bay?" Mo Ming smirked, delivering three swift kicks in mid-air.
The speed of the kicks was too fast for Dragon Slayer to evade; he could only use his arms to block them. However, the force behind Mo Ming's strikes was overwhelming. Even though Dragon Slayer managed to catch them, he was pushed back.
"Is your arm numb?" Mo Ming asked lightly, but to Dragon Slayer, it appeared quite menacing.
Dragon Slayer shook his numb arm and snorted coldly, unable to find words to refute. He refused to concede to an opponent as strong as Mo Ming, but arguing with his eyes wide open would only make him lose face.
"Dragon Slayer, if your strength is only this much, I can clearly tell you that dying at my hands is your only outcome. Don't expect any luck; in the face of such a power gap, luck is merely a delusion of the weak!"
Mo Ming's attacks were too unpredictable. Despite Dragon Slayer's cautious approach, he continued to accumulate new injuries. Although they were minor wounds, they would eventually render him incapable of fighting.
"No wonder you're the world's top King of Soldiers; your strength is extraordinary. I really don't understand why such a terrifying person would be abandoned by their unit..."
Dragon Slayer furrowed his brow tightly. The power Mo Ming displayed far exceeded his expectations. He realized that in terms of both strength and speed, he was no match for Mo Ming. If this continued, he would either die or be severely injured!
"I must find a way to escape quickly!" Dragon Slayer thought.
Mo Ming seemed to see through Dragon Slayer's intentions and smirked. "Hehe, Dragon Slayer, I know you want to escape quickly. But I can tell you that it's very difficult; very few have left my sight unscathed."
Pausing for a moment and recalling Ruolin lying on the ground, Mo Ming's anger surged. He shouted furiously, "I won't let any of those who harmed my loved ones get away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ming's speed suddenly increased even more. On one hand, his anger fueled him; on the other hand, he didn't want to waste time since this was a public place. If panic ensued, it would be difficult to explain to Fu Meng.
Dragon Slayer gritted his teeth and did his utmost to block Mo Ming's attacks. However, the disparity in speed and power made it extremely challenging for him to defend himself. In the current situation, blocking was all he could do; he had no opportunity for counterattack.
"Should we help?"
Wu Yong squeezed to the front of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Mo Ming and Dragon Slayer. He wasn't in a hurry to intervene; he didn't want to spoil this exciting duel.
Watching skilled fighters clash was far more exhilarating than any Hollywood blockbuster. Not only was it entertaining, but one could also gain valuable insights from it. Many people longed for such experiences, and Poisonous Madness certainly wasn't eager to jump in, especially since he knew Mo Ming didn't like anyone interfering.
"No need, the boss can handle it alone. Dragon Slayer has improved quite a bit, but unfortunately, in front of the boss, he looks like a rag doll and can't hurt him at all," Poisonous Madness said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "I don't think it will take long for Dragon Slayer to lose."
Dragon Slayer's strength was comparable to his own. Years of combat had significantly enhanced Dragon Slayer's fighting skills. Even if they were to face off, Poisonous Madness couldn't confidently claim he could defeat Dragon Slayer. However, against Mo Ming, Dragon Slayer was like an egg hitting a rock—utterly helpless!
Sure enough, Dragon Slayer couldn't withstand Mo Ming's fierce assault. An opening in his defense allowed Mo Ming to deliver a powerful kick to his abdomen, causing him to kneel on the ground. Mo Ming didn't give Dragon Slayer a chance to recover; he turned and kicked him in the face, sending him flying.
"Wow, that's incredible!" a student exclaimed in disbelief, eyes wide open. Judging by his physique, Dragon Slayer was much larger than Mo Ming, yet with just one kick, Mo Ming sent someone bigger than himself flying. The student's astonishment at Mo Ming's strength made him view him as a "Martial God" idol.
Mo Ming approached Dragon Slayer and sneered, "You're quite talented. It's a pity we're destined to be enemies. I won't allow any enemy capable of threatening me to survive in this world for long..."
Before Mo Ming could finish speaking, Dragon Slayer let out a cold laugh that echoed eerily like a madman’s cackle, causing many timid students around them to tremble involuntarily.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Ming frowned and hesitated momentarily. Although Dragon Slayer had already been defeated, as long as he still had some strength left, Mo Ming had to proceed with caution; he didn't want to trip over his own feet.
Dragon Slayer stood up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, resembling someone possessed by madness. He sneered, "Mo Ming, you might not realize that whenever I do something, I always prepare for two outcomes."
"What do you mean?" Mo Ming felt an ominous premonition.
"Haha... I mean it's simple: before doing anything, I think of countless possibilities and then prepare several plans so that if one fails, I still have another chance!" Dragon Slayer laughed maniacally at Mo Ming; he was now akin to a lunatic.
Mo Ming's mind flashed with Fu Qingyun's image as anger surged through his veins. In an instant, he moved in front of Dragon Slayer and swung a fist directly at his face. Dragon Slayer continued to smirk and raised his arm to block it; however, Mo Ming's fist changed trajectory and struck him squarely on the face.
"Poof..." A white liquid sprayed from Dragon Slayer's mouth as his cheek quickly swelled up. He grinned widely and said with a chuckle, "I really enjoy seeing someone furious—especially you, Mo Ming! I relish your enraged expression!"
Mo Ming remained expressionless and delivered a kick to Dragon Slayer's abdomen. Dragon Slayer let out a muffled groan and immediately collapsed to the ground. Just as Mo Ming was about to continue his assault, a sharp shout rang out behind him.
"Everyone, stop right now, or I will shoot!"
Mo Ming coldly turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a young man in a police uniform standing at the front of the crowd. He was holding a black service pistol, aimed directly at Mo Ming. The middle-aged man shouted, "Put your hands on your head and squat down!"
Just as Mo Ming was feeling a surge of anger, the young officer swung his gun and roared, "If you run again, I will shoot!"
Mo Ming thought to himself that this was bad. When he turned back, Dragon Slayer had already blended into the crowd of students. Mo Ming wanted to chase after him, but the Young Police Officer had already reached him, pressing the gun against his back. Any sudden movement from Mo Ming could lead to the Young Police Officer shooting him for assaulting an officer.
In response to this unexpected situation, Poisonous Madness and Wu Yong had already rushed over. Mo Ming forced himself to remain calm and tried to soften his tone, saying, "I think your gun should be aimed at him, not me. Do you realize you’ve let a dangerous person escape?"
"Hmph, all I know is that you are the dangerous one. Don’t try anything funny; my gun doesn’t have eyes!" the Young Police Officer scoffed.
Mo Ming understood that saying anything at this moment would be futile, so he immediately shut his mouth and remained silent. The Young Police Officer thought Mo Ming had complied and attempted to pull out handcuffs to restrain him. Just as he reached for them, Mo Ming suddenly turned around.
In a flash, before the Young Police Officer could pull the trigger, Mo Ming blocked the trigger with a finger. At that moment, even if the Young Police Officer wanted to shoot, it was impossible.
"What do you think you're doing?!" The Young Police Officer blinked rapidly, genuinely believing there was something wrong with his eyes; that speed… it was almost inhuman, reminiscent of those Western vampires.
Mo Ming swiftly snatched the pistol from him and toyed with it for a moment before tossing it back to the Young Police Officer, coldly stating, "Let me tell you, if anything happens to her, you will pay for it!"
The Young Police Officer broke out in a cold sweat; even though he held a gun in his hand, he found himself unable to aim it at Mo Ming again. The fact that Mo Ming had taken his gun and then returned it left him bewildered.
Wu Yong and Poisonous Madness returned.
"That bastard used the crowd of students to escape faster than a rabbit; neither of us could catch him," Wu Yong said somewhat embarrassed.
Upon hearing this, a glint of murderous intent flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he looked at the Young Police Officer and said, "Pray that nothing happens to her; even if I don’t come after you, don’t think you can survive in Nanhua City."
"You little brat, who do you think you're scaring? I've been a cop for many years; I've seen all kinds of scum!" The Young Police Officer was furious now, aiming his gun at Mo Ming and the others. "I suspect you are involved in the campus kidnapping case; come with me for an investigation!"
Mo Ming narrowed his eyes and stared intently into the middle-aged officer's eyes. The chilling intensity made the officer swallow hard. Mo Ming remained silent as he reached into his waistband. The middle-aged officer panicked and shouted, "What are you trying to—"
"Shut up!" Poisonous Madness suddenly lifted a foot and kicked away the Young Police Officer's gun.
This not only left the Young Police Officer speechless, but even the surrounding students were taken aback. By the time they regained their composure, enthusiastic cheers erupted around them. It was likely that from this moment on, these students would regard Mo Ming and his companions as their role models.
Mo Ming said nothing and took out his phone to call Fu Meng. He briefly explained the situation to Fu Meng, who, upon hearing it, fell silent and said, "Yun'er was just a bit startled; she's fine. Thanks to Miss Fuxi, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Hearing that Fu Qingyun was okay, Mo Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Meng coldly said, "Ask him who he serves."
"Hey, who is your director?" Mo Ming asked casually.
The Young Police Officer gritted his teeth and replied, "I am Lin Tai Ping from the Xicheng District Branch. If you have any issues, feel free to file a complaint against me!"
"Beep beep..." Fu Meng hung up.
Immediately after, the young man's phone rang. He took it out and, not daring to delay, answered it respectfully as if he were a subordinate. Mo Ming noticed that the young man's face gradually turned pale.
"Um... you can leave now..." Lin Tai Ping hung up the phone awkwardly.
Since Fu Qingyun was not seriously harmed, Mo Ming did not want to argue with a small police officer. He picked up the unconscious Ruolin and left, with Wu Yong and Poisonous Madness following closely behind. Only Lin Tai Ping remained frozen in place, trembling inside: "What kind of person is this? Even the director trembled when speaking..."
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