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Evil Eye and Mo Ming were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging blows as if they were fighting for their lives. You hit me in the face, and I kicked you in the stomach.
To an outsider, it looked like a brutal street fight, and they would never guess that both were exceptionally skilled fighters.
The scene unfolded this way because both Mo Ming and Evil Eye had exhausted a significant amount of their stamina, and their injuries were continuously worsening, which affected their speed.
"Heh heh. Planning to use a wheel battle against me?" Evil Eye noticed Liufeng rushing over and thought it was bad news. Given his current capabilities, he found it difficult to handle even just Liufeng, let alone facing both Mo Ming and Liufeng together.
With a quick thought, Evil Eye coldly laughed, "If you want to come, then come! I've never been afraid of you!"
In truth, Evil Eye spoke so casually not because he was confident he could defeat both Mo Ming and Liufeng, but rather to provoke Mo Ming's fighting spirit, hoping he would refuse Liufeng's assistance.
This was a small tactic within the realm of psychological warfare. Upon hearing this, Mo Ming understood Evil Eye's intention. However, such tactics were indeed effective against someone like Mo Ming, who possessed a boldness akin to "knowing there are tigers on the mountain yet still choosing to head toward them."
"Why resort to such clumsy tricks? Don't worry; I won't let anyone interfere in our duel. However, your life must be mine today!" Mo Ming smiled slightly and unleashed a series of rapid punches at Evil Eye, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
Despite both of them breathing heavily as if they had asthma, they could still eliminate weaker opponents in an instant with their explosive power!
"Haha, my life is right here; come take it if you can!" Hearing Mo Ming's words calmed Evil Eye. Without Liufeng's interference, he felt no urgency.
After all, both he and Mo Ming were in similar states; it was uncertain who would fall at whose hands.
Moreover, Evil Eye understood that if he eliminated Mo Ming now, Liufeng would undoubtedly come after him. In his current condition, he knew he couldn't defeat a top assassin like Liufeng.
Evil Eye aimed to buy time while waiting for reinforcements from Hong Gang to eliminate the forces at the resort's entrance.
Unfortunately for him, he was unaware that both sides were still engaged in fierce combat. Although the number of "Yihun" members was fewer than that of Hong Gang, their firepower was overwhelming. The casualties on the side of Hong Gang were numerous, yet they still could not break through.
At this moment, many members of the Hong Gang rushing over have already been controlled by the police, and a large number of members from the Counter-Terrorism Unit and the Dragon Group are also heading this way.
“Liufeng, don’t interfere. I want to deal with him myself!”
Mo Ming, seeing Liufeng approaching, dodged a punch from Evil Eye and retreated to Liufeng's side.
“Boss, are you crazy? If you keep fighting like this, even if you take down this scum, you won’t be in any better shape!” Liufeng said anxiously, his brow furrowed.
Indeed, Mo Ming looked terrible at this moment. His face was swollen, one corner of his eye was also puffy, his knuckles were scraped and bleeding, and his arms were covered in countless bruises. If Mo Ming insisted on continuing the fight, even if he managed to take down Evil Eye, he would be exhausted!
Liufeng did not want to see Mo Ming in such a miserable state and insisted, “Boss, just give it up. Let me take care of this scum for you!”
“Hahaha... So the mighty Hunter actually likes to take advantage of others' misfortunes? Even if you take me down, you won’t have any face left when it gets out,” Evil Eye laughed maniacally, his eyes fixed on Liufeng with a mocking grin.
“Hmph, the victor is king; history has always been written by the strong. As long as I can get rid of you, I don’t care how I do it!” Liufeng sneered indifferently as he stepped past Mo Ming to launch an attack on Evil Eye.
Mo Ming grabbed Liufeng’s arm and said firmly, “Liufeng, he’s mine; you can only watch from the sidelines.”
“But... fine, Boss. I won’t interfere. But if you can’t take him down, don’t blame me,” Liufeng said with a sense of disparity. However, seeing Mo Ming’s determined expression made him realize he couldn’t persuade him otherwise. He sighed with a wry smile and stepped back with his hands raised.
He couldn’t change Mo Ming’s decision, but he certainly couldn’t let Mo Ming be seen by Evil Eye in such a state. Liufeng had made it clear.
If Mo Ming couldn’t deal with Evil Eye, then he would step in to help eliminate this dangerous enemy.
“There’s no way that person going down will be me,” Mo Ming said resolutely.
At this moment, Liufeng seemed to see a more powerful Mo Ming, a Shura who faced challenges head-on and did not easily accept defeat.
"It seems the boss has changed. After this battle, I think he will become even stronger," Liufeng thought as he gazed at the panting Mo Ming.
Seeing that Liufeng did not intervene, Evil Eye felt relieved and sinisterly laughed, "Oh haha... A Shura is indeed a Shura. I didn't misjudge you, but do you really think the one standing at the end will definitely be you?"
Before his words fell, Evil Eye took large strides toward Mo Ming, suddenly swinging his fists and feet with astonishing speed, as if accompanied by an afterimage.
"Evil Eye's attack speed and reaction speed are impressive. Even under significant physical exhaustion, he can still display such strength. He is indeed strong," Liufeng had to admire Evil Eye while watching the fierce battle.
"You are giving it your all, but unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you cannot unleash your full potential."
Facing Evil Eye's punches and kicks, Mo Ming remained calm, quickly moving his fists and feet to block Evil Eye's attacks before counterattacking.
Both were nearing their physical limits, and their abilities were restricted; the trajectories of their punches and kicks became increasingly evident.
You throw a punch, I kick back; they continued this way while Liufeng watched intently!
It was spectacular; the visual impact of such a duel was overwhelming, reminiscent of a blockbuster from M Country with special effects.
Liufeng did not want to miss any details as he observed the two narrowly dodging each other's attacks and retaliating in various extreme ways. He felt a bit regretful.
If he had watched their duel from the beginning, it would have been even more thrilling.
Bang!
The two individuals simultaneously struck each other in the chest with their fists.
"Shura, your punch lacks any power; it seems you're nearing your end," Evil Eye said with a sinister smile.
Mo Ming also managed a slight smile. "Your punch is the same; I felt nothing. Are you already out of strength?"
Evil Eye didn't want to engage in a verbal spar with Mo Ming and charged forward again, delivering a powerful punch. "Who’s out of strength will soon be clear!"
Mo Ming quickly crouched down, dodging Evil Eye's punch, and immediately after, Evil Eye's strong right leg came at him like a cannonball.
After blocking Evil Eye's kick with his arm, Mo Ming executed a sweeping kick that forced Evil Eye to jump.
While in mid-air, Evil Eye swiftly swung his leg back toward Mo Ming.
Just as Evil Eye's leg was about to strike Mo Ming's neck, Mo Ming revealed a smug smile and boldly caught Evil Eye's ankle with his palm.
Evil Eye's kick had considerable force, and Mo Ming felt a strong sensation that his hand might break.
"What!"
Evil Eye thought Mo Ming had lost his mind for daring to try to catch his leg attack with his palm. If he couldn't withstand it, his wrist joints would surely be broken.
However, Mo Ming did manage to do it, using the technique of Tai Chi to neutralize the force of Evil Eye's leg attack.
In the next moment after catching Evil Eye's attack, Mo Ming pulled back, sending Evil Eye's head crashing toward the ground.
Liufeng's eyes sparkled with excitement as he smiled, "This thrilling battle is about to come to an end!"
The outcome was evident; Mo Ming had successfully seized the opportunity to put Evil Eye in a perilous situation.
"It’s impossible! I cannot lose!" Evil Eye screamed internally, exerting all his strength to bend upward with his waist, making his body even more serpentine. At the same time, he attempted to kick Mo Ming with his other leg.
"You won't be able to escape my control!" Mo Ming seemed to anticipate Evil Eye's move. He launched his right foot like a cannonball, delivering a powerful kick to Evil Eye's spine.
With a sharp crack, Evil Eye roared in agony.
"Ah!!!"
Mo Ming continued to pull, and Evil Eye's head slammed down onto the ground again. This time, due to the severe injury to his spine, he could no longer curl up.
Boom!
Evil Eye's head struck the ground, leaving him disoriented and his vision blurred. He suddenly sprang up as if resurrected from the dead.
Mo Ming released Evil Eye's leg and took advantage of the moment as Evil Eye rose. He swung his fist in a wide arc and struck fiercely at Evil Eye's nose.
"Evil Eye, I can give you a chance to live, as long as you tell me what your plan is!" Mo Ming's fist hovered in mid-air; rather than taking Evil Eye's life, he was more interested in uncovering the plans of the Dark Order organization.
"You wish! I admit defeat at your hands, but you think I will beg for mercy with information? That is a foolish dream!" Evil Eye sneered coldly and attempted to rise again, but as soon as he was halfway up, he was smashed back down to the ground.
"Even if you don't tell me, I will find out one way or another. Since that’s the case, I can only deal with you first!" Mo Ming knew that Evil Eye would not divulge anything, so he stopped asking questions and swung his fist fiercely toward Evil Eye's face.
With each punch, even a face of iron would likely be left with a dent. Due to severe damage to his spine and his head hitting the ground, Evil Eye took a direct hit from Mo Ming's fist. At this moment, Evil Eye no longer had the strength to fight back and could only endure the pain brought by every punch thrown by Mo Ming.
His breathing became increasingly labored, producing a series of grunts and groans from the impact of Mo Ming's fists.
Evil Eye felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness, yet he was utterly helpless. One misstep led to total defeat; just exposing one flaw resulted in such dire consequences.
However, no matter how much he resented it, all that would fade away with the cessation of his heartbeat.
It was unclear how long Evil Eye had been without breath when Mo Ming finally stopped, collapsing beside him.
"Ha ha. I told you, the one who falls is you, not me."
Looking at the battered Evil Eye, Mo Ming revealed a victorious smile. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After taking a puff, he suddenly fell backward, unable to keep the cigarette in his mouth as it slipped away.
He was too exhausted; in that moment of relaxation, he found himself devoid of any strength to support his body.
"Boss!" Liufeng crouched beside Mo Ming, worry etched on his face as he asked, "How do you feel?"
"Heh heh..." Mo Ming forced out a faint smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm just resting a bit. Once I've rested enough, I'll be fine..." Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes slowly closed.
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