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"Shura, I've fought you before. Last time, I was a bit careless and lost to you. This time, I won't make the same mistake. I'll show you just how serious the consequences of underestimating my progress over the years can be!" The Four-Faced Buddha twisted his sore wrists after being freed from his restraints, stood up, and stretched his legs as he spoke boldly.
Whether he was careless last time is something only he knows. Regardless, after returning to Nanhua City, Mo Ming's strength has undergone a qualitative leap compared to before, thanks to the intense training he received from those two individuals.
Now facing Evil Eye again, Mo Ming would likely be fearless, let alone against the defeated Four-Faced Buddha. Of course, Mo Ming did not underestimate Four-Faced Buddha; he simply wore a somewhat sarcastic expression of disdain.
Liufeng yawned and crossed his arms, saying, "If you're going to fight, then hurry up. You're so slow. Even with your mediocre skills, you can't beat me, yet you still have the nerve to boast. I really want to say, I’m impressed by you!"
"Liufeng, what do you know? Some people care a lot about their reputation, but unfortunately, they keep losing face. What can we do? Who told him to be a frog competing with an elephant?" Poisonous Madness laughed heartily, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Hearing this, Four-Faced Buddha's expression darkened as he fixed his gaze on Mo Ming and said, "Let's see what you've got! Show me if you have the qualifications to be so arrogant."
"Don't worry; I'll definitely make you acknowledge my strength."
Before Mo Ming's words had finished echoing, he shot forward like an arrow, executing the agile Cloud Ladder technique with incredible speed. Not only did it leave Four-Faced Buddha shocked, but even the usually carefree Liufeng was momentarily taken aback and muttered in confusion, "Wow, Boss's footwork is impressive! This is my first time seeing it!"
"Hehe, Liufeng, you don't know this yet. Since returning to Nanhua City, Boss hasn't been idle; his strength has improved quite a bit. By the way, did you know that Evil Eye from the Dark Order fought Boss to a standstill?" Poisonous Madness couldn't help but smile mysteriously upon hearing Liufeng's words.
Liufeng was even more astonished. He had heard plenty about Evil Eye's strength; comparing it to Fierce from their last encounter made it clear that Evil Eye was much stronger.
It wasn't that Liufeng doubted Mo Ming's ability compared to Evil Eye; rather, they had never fought each other before. He had no idea who was stronger or weaker. So when he learned that Mo Ming had fought Evil Eye to a draw, he was naturally shocked.
"I thought my strength was already enough to catch up with Boss. But suddenly I realized I've been left far behind again..."
Liufeng shook his head with a wry smile. He had always been behind Mo Ming but had no idea how strong he truly was. Recently, through observation, he thought he might have surpassed Mo Ming. Who knew that after just a few months apart, Mo Ming had improved even more?
The crocodile laughed loudly and said, "Old Pervert, stop dreaming! If it were that easy to surpass Boss, I would have already been riding on his back by now!"
"Get lost! With your skills, you can't even make it to the top five. Stop bragging," Liufeng glared fiercely at the Crocodile and then focused his gaze on Mo Ming in the arena.
The onlookers quickly noticed that the Four-Faced Buddha's dark face had turned red. If someone didn't know better, they might think he was a wronged young lady. However, Liufeng and the others knew that this was a severe blow to the Four-Faced Buddha's pride.
Mo Ming was only dodging, too lazy to even block, effortlessly evading the Four-Faced Buddha's attacks that fell like hail on the ground. Soon, the Four-Faced Buddha realized that Mo Ming was toying with him, which dealt a significant blow to his already fragile self-esteem.
"Hehe, this foolish guy hasn't realized that the boss isn't even trying his hardest? If I were him, I would have given up by now; it's too embarrassing," the Crocodile sneered disdainfully at the Four-Faced Buddha.
Wu Yong bit down on the dead skin of his lip, a contemptuous smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Is this really the strength of the Thai King of Killers, the Four-Faced Buddha? It's nothing impressive."
Perhaps because the comparison was too obvious, everyone watching this duel had a single thought: it was like a kindergarten student fighting an adult; the Four-Faced Buddha was that kindergarten student, utterly weak.
"Four-Faced Buddha, I suggest you admit defeat early. Even if you fight until next year, you won't even touch a hair on the boss. I don't know about you, but I'm getting a bit tired!" Liufeng yawned repeatedly, whether genuinely sleepy or not, he clearly had little interest in continuing to watch.
"Shut up! You're driving me crazy!" Simafo shouted with all his might. He couldn't even touch Mo Ming's clothes and had reached his limit.
"Haha, getting mad at us won't help; after all, you can't hit the boss. Why waste so much energy and embarrass yourself?" Liufeng wasn't afraid of the Four-Faced Buddha at all; he treated his anger like hearing someone fart—just passing through one ear and out the other without care.
"Ah..." The Four-Faced Buddha shouted loudly as he angrily swung his fists and legs at Mo Ming, but unfortunately missed every time. "Damn it! Attack! What’s with all this dodging?"
In the Four-Faced Buddha's view, Mo Ming only had speed on his side; he believed he still held an advantage in other aspects. Therefore, unable to hit Mo Ming, he could only provoke him into fighting back.
"I was just planning to warm up. Since you want me to attack, I'll grant your wish."
Mo Ming smiled lightly and with a swift motion of his arms pushed forward like twin dragons emerging from the sea towards the Four-Faced Buddha. The Four-Faced Buddha didn't expect Mo Ming to suddenly strike; caught off guard, he immediately raised both hands to block. In just a brief second of contact, his arms went numb.
"Watch your feet!"
At that moment, Mo Ming withdrew his hands, gathering strength in his right foot, and kicked fiercely towards the waist of the Four-Faced Buddha. The Four-Faced Buddha was startled by the sound, but when he noticed Mo Ming's foot coming at him like a whip, he found himself unable to dodge or block it, taking the full force of Mo Ming's kick and falling to the side.
The Four-Faced Buddha struggled to steady himself, but when he saw Mo Ming charging at him with fists raised like a rain-soaked pear blossom, he could only desperately wave his hands to defend himself.
Unfortunately, his reaction speed was no match for Mo Ming. After blocking about ten punches, he could no longer hold up. With an upward punch, Mo Ming seized the opportunity and struck hard under the Four-Faced Buddha's chin.
"Ah!" With a cry of pain, the Four-Faced Buddha fell backward onto the ground, bright red blood flowing from his nose. At this moment, if Mo Ming were to pursue and attack again, he would surely be finished.
However, killing the Four-Faced Buddha was not Mo Ming's goal; making him submit willingly was his main objective. Therefore, he ignored the Four-Faced Buddha as he struggled to get back up.
Liufeng yawned again and said, "Boss, this is boring. Why not just kick him down already? Why give him so many chances to fight back? Are we playing with a monkey?"
"Do you still want to fight?"
Mo Ming did not respond to Liufeng's words. He looked at the Four-Faced Buddha, a slight smile on his lips that lacked any sarcasm—just a very calm smile that did not provoke anger or disgust.
The Four-Faced Buddha chuckled darkly a few times and shook his head. "I won't fight anymore; I've lost... If you had just come after me for another hit earlier, I probably wouldn't have even had the strength to stand up. Shura, although I don't want to admit it, your strength is indeed above mine. I really can't think of anyone in this world who could defeat you."
"Heh heh, there are still people in this world who can defeat me. It's precisely because such people exist that I strive even harder to improve my own strength," Mo Ming replied with a slight smile. "Given your character, I know you will honor our bet."
"I’m unwilling, but I will still honor our bet," the Four-Faced Buddha said with a bitter smile. "So tell me, what do you want me to help you with? Killing someone? If you wanted to kill someone, you wouldn’t need my help at all."
"No, I need your help!" Mo Ming shook his head seriously. "My enemy is very formidable; with our current strength, we are simply no match for him. Therefore, I need your assistance!"
"Don't joke around; that guy must be Poisonous Madness, right? And that huge fellow should be a crocodile. I don’t recognize the other guy beside them, but I know his strength isn't weak either. Plus with Hunter Liufeng on your side—do you really need my help?"
The Four-Faced Buddha seemed to hear the biggest joke ever. Not to mention the well-known figures standing before him now; every assassin he had trained in Y Country was formidable in their own right. With such an organization backing him up, he couldn't fathom why Mo Ming would claim he needed assistance!
"I don't like to joke around, and I don't have the time to joke with you, Four-Faced Buddha. The enemy I am facing is powerful enough to shock you; he is stronger than any organization you know," Mo Ming said seriously as he extended his hand to Four-Faced Buddha. "Four-Faced Buddha, help me!"
"Are you serious?" Four-Faced Buddha frowned. When he saw Mo Ming nod slightly, he believed him. He grasped Mo Ming's hand and said with a resigned expression, "To the victor go the spoils. Since I've lost to you, I will honor our bet. It's just that your polite invitation for help is a bit hard for me to accept."
Four-Faced Buddha, who had a strong sense of pride, was indeed someone who would admit defeat. His hesitation stemmed from Mo Ming's overly sincere attitude; he was momentarily taken aback. However, once he realized that Mo Ming was serious, he immediately agreed.
"Four-Faced Buddha, welcome aboard. From now on, we are in the same boat. I've prepared food and drinks; let's eat while we talk. I'll tell you about that organization."
Four-Faced Buddha nodded and smiled. "I'm curious to hear what kind of organization could make you take it so seriously!"
"It will definitely surprise you! Four-Faced Buddha, I hope you won't be so scared that you wet your pants and run away; otherwise, I guarantee that your embarrassing moments will be known to everyone," Poisonous Madness joked.
"Shut up, Poisonous Madness! Don't talk nonsense. I'm not afraid of death; why would I be afraid of an organization?!" Four-Faced Buddha shot a fierce glare at Poisonous Madness and said unhappily.
"Alright, stop bickering and let's go eat! We can chat while we eat! At least drinking together is better than just talking!"
Mo Ming smiled happily and had the two men carry Yamada Ikko to a prepared presidential suite. Then he led everyone to the dining room.
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