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"Hey, kid, you've been looked down upon by this punk. Why don't you hurry up and give him a good beating to vent your anger?"
Mo Zhentian scoffed and added fuel to the fire, "However, I still suggest you all rush at him together. Otherwise, this kid won't learn his lesson."
"No need, I can make him remember on my own!" The King of Hell shook his head, rejecting Mo Zhentian's kind offer. After saying "I apologize," he moved swiftly towards his opponent.
The King of Hell's steps were steady and powerful, moving extremely quickly—something many Veterans couldn't achieve. It seemed this man, known as the King of Hell, truly had some skills, which explained why the new recruits respected him so much.
However, Mo Ming didn't take this strength seriously. This guy was indeed strong, but unfortunately, his abilities probably didn't even match Poisonous Madness. It seemed that this time, the King of Hell would likely be severely beaten by Shura.
Mo Ming stood still, a smile in his eyes as the figure of the King of Hell grew larger in his vision. The curve of his lips gradually rose, full of provocation.
"Hmph, quite arrogant!" The King of Hell sensed Mo Ming's disdain and felt a surge of anger. He threw a punch with all his might: "I'll take you down with one punch!"
"Huh?" Mo Ming nearly laughed out loud. Take me down with one punch?
The King of Hell's fist was incredibly heavy, but just when everyone thought Mo Ming would be knocked to the ground, he tilted his body to the side and dodged the punch.
This moment left everyone astonished; Mo Ming's reaction was incredibly fast. As the fist was about to hit him, his expression remained calm as if he had effortlessly evaded it. Many began to doubt whether their eyes were deceiving them.
At such a close distance, if they were in his position, it would have been nearly impossible to dodge; the distance was too short for even a moment's hesitation before being struck. Yet in a bizarre turn of events, Mo Ming had easily evaded it like a ghost!
"Wow, it seems the King of Hell is going to face some hardship; that young man is no simple character. It looks like he's the kind of sharp tool Commander Mo would bring in!" The Veterans quickly realized that this arrogant young man's boldness was proportional to his strength—only those with real talent dared to be arrogant; those without it were simply courting death!
After missing his punch and feeling surprised, the King of Hell didn't hesitate to attack again. He stood firm and launched a kick like a cannonball. Mo Ming remained unhurried and dodged once more. In fact, Mo Ming was just toying with the King of Hell; if he had wanted to knock him down earlier when he kicked out, he could have easily swept him off his feet.
"Aren't you planning to take me down with one punch?" Mo Ming teased. "Now it's one punch plus one kick. If you don't show your true strength soon, I'm afraid this time it will be you who falls."
True strength?
This is his true strength!
No matter what opponent he faced, King Yan preferred to straightforwardly use his strongest power to overpower them. Even though he had looked down on Mo Ming just moments ago, he still exerted one hundred percent of his strength. However, that level of power was utterly insufficient against Mo Ming.
King Yan's face flushed with anger as he shouted, "Don't get too pleased with yourself!"
"If you want me to be less pleased, you at least need to show me some strength that can actually do that," Mo Ming replied.
Continuing to dodge, Mo Ming ignored the openings King Yan exposed and refrained from counterattacking. Unlike King Yan, who was aggressive, Mo Ming, as a Shura, preferred to toy with his enemies like a monkey before delivering a fatal blow.
King Yan furiously threw five punches and three kicks, each attack exceptionally swift. Unfortunately for him, Mo Ming easily evaded every strike. With each failed attack, King Yan began to realize that this seemingly unserious and arrogant young man was not an easy opponent.
However, King Yan was proud and would not easily admit defeat. After countless missed attacks, he continued to unleash a series of rapid strikes at Mo Ming.
King Yan aimed a powerful punch directly at Mo Ming's forehead.
"Your openings are too numerous; if I wanted to take you down, it would be incredibly easy."
Mo Ming squatted to dodge the punch and then launched a powerful fist toward King Yan's abdomen. The speed was so fast it created a gust of wind. Just as his fist was about to connect with King Yan's stomach, Mo Ming withdrew his punch and sidestepped, laughing as he said, "If I had really hit you just now, your combat power would have taken quite a hit, wouldn't it?"
Indeed, if Mo Ming's fist had landed solidly, while it might not have completely incapacitated King Yan, the pain in his abdomen would certainly affect his overall strength.
"Why did you hold back?" King Yan asked through gritted teeth, suppressing his humiliation.
Mo Ming smirked playfully and replied, "I haven't had enough fun yet; I don't want to finish you off so easily. King Yan, stop asking pointless questions. To be honest with you, I'm here to cause some chaos today. Aren't you supposed to teach me a lesson? Come on!"
"King Yan, hurry up and take down this arrogant brat! We all support you!" the new recruits shouted in encouragement.
King Yan stopped wasting words and closed the distance to Mo Ming again. He threw another explosive punch; Mo Ming dodged again. King Yan followed up with another punch in pursuit; once more, Mo Ming evaded. King Yan unleashed three or four consecutive punches, all of which Mo Ming effortlessly avoided.
Many of the new recruits were astonished. In their minds, King Yan was a brutal figure. When they had surrounded him before in groups of ten or more, he had easily dealt with them. Yet now, facing a young man, he couldn't even land a hit!
"Alright, the game ends here." This statement floated from Mo Ming's lips. With surprise written on his face, King Yan found himself kicked away by Mo Ming while his fist hung suspended in mid-air. Everyone was astonished by the scene before them, including Little Yellow Soldier!
Hurry!
This was the first feeling in everyone's heart. Mo Ming's kick was indeed as fast as lightning. It was unclear whether the King of Hell noticed it, but those watching clearly saw that the King of Hell's fist was thrown first, while Mo Ming's foot came afterward. However, before the King of Hell's fist could even touch Mo Ming, he was forcefully kicked away.
After taking a heavy kick from Mo Ming to his chest, the King of Hell fell to the ground. The spot where he was kicked felt as if it had been burned by fire, stinging painfully. He covered his chest and stood up, still wanting to continue fighting. Just as he took a step forward, Mo Zhentian signaled Little Yellow Soldier to stop him.
"That's enough, King of Hell. The match ends here; there's no need to continue."
The King of Hell protested, "I can still fight! Why shouldn't we continue?"
"The effect of deflating your arrogance has already been achieved; there's no need for a desperate struggle," Mo Zhentian said bluntly.
Mo Ming shrugged and said, "Right now, you're still not my opponent. Train well for a few more years, and when you have enough strength, you can come find me again. I'll be waiting for you!"
"Tsk tsk, everyone look at this arrogant little brat! You must feel uncomfortable watching this, right?" Mo Zhentian scoffed and continued, "If you're uncomfortable, why not all come together and teach him a lesson? Heh heh, don't feel ashamed; if you all gang up on him, you'll really be something!"
Was this disdain? Or contempt? Winning by ganging up on someone is considered impressive? This meant that the opponent was very strong and that one-on-one wouldn't even be worth considering!
Everyone knew this was contempt, but no one dared to deny it. Among them, the King of Hell had just been completely defeated in a one-on-one fight. If it were them instead, they would just be giving him an easy win.
Seeing the new recruits remain motionless, Mo Zhentian sneered, "What's wrong? Are you scared? Where did your fighting spirit go? Where did that self-important spirit go? Ha ha, nonsense! All those so-called elites from various units are just trash—rookie material!"
"Damn it, old man! You're really good at stirring up hatred. Are you trying to get me beaten to death?" Mo Ming said with a bitter smile.
Mo Zhentian ignored Mo Ming's words and continued, "I know you're all definitely feeling unconvinced right now. But what's the use of hiding your discontent inside? Let me tell you, in this era, what does solo fighting even mean? Nonsense! As long as you can defeat your opponent, any method is valid!"
"Commander Mo, what if we accidentally beat him to death?" A new recruit finally couldn't hold back anymore and stood up with clenched fists to ask.
Mo Zhentian laughed heartily and said, "Ha ha! Beating him to death would be great! But can you do it with just your mouths? You need to use your hands! Come on! Everyone join in! The more the merrier; we can definitely take him down! If he dies, I'll take responsibility for it!"
"Alright! Since Commander Mo says so, we won't hold back!" The recruit turned to his brothers and said, "Let's all go together! This kid is indeed impressive, but I don't believe that we can't take him down together!"
"Good!"
Under the mockery of Mo Zhentian, the new recruits could no longer endure the humiliation and began to stir. A group of them took a few steps toward Mo Ming and then charged at him like hungry wolves.
Mo Ming looked at the sea of people, with over four hundred new recruits rushing in, and shook his head with a bitter smile. He took off his jacket, leaving only a white tank top on, and in an instant, his eyes filled with a beast-like ferocity. His right fist cracked as he prepared to strike one of the recruits squarely on the nose.
The speed was terrifying; the recruit didn't even have time to react before he was knocked down.
As one recruit fell, another group surged forward. Standing still would surely lead to being overwhelmed. Mo Ming had fought in many brawls before; he understood that he had to keep moving, targeting those who were isolated and striking them one by one, preventing the others from encircling him. This way, he could find room to unleash his punches and kicks.
"Ah!" One recruit took advantage of the chaos and landed a punch on Mo Ming's cheek, knocking him back a few steps.
Mo Ming spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground and grinned savagely, "Haha, I've drawn blood! This feels good!"
Seeing that he had injured Mo Ming with one punch, the recruit gained confidence and charged in again. Mo Ming focused on this guy who had struck him amidst the chaos, delivering left and right punches until he knocked him down for good.
The battle frenzy had already taken hold; a thrilling spectacle was about to unfold!
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