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"Shura, are you crazy? Leader is in his hands! If Leader gets hurt, you won't be able to bear the responsibility!" Number Two said with a sudden change in expression, looking angrily at Mo Ming.
At this moment, Mo Ming actually pointed a gun at Leader, clearly trying to force Luo Qianshan to take action and kill Leader.
Many people stepped forward to condemn Mo Ming's actions, but he paid no attention to them.
"Even if you want to hold me accountable, I will do this. Whether you support me or not, Luo Qianshan must not be allowed to escape easily. You think I'm harming Leader. Yes, what I'm doing will indeed harm Leader, but Leader won't blame me. Because he is someone who would rather sacrifice himself than let any crisis occur in Huaxia. Therefore, to live on and feel guilty seeing Huaxia in turmoil, I would rather use my life to defend the glory of Huaxia for Leader," Mo Ming said resolutely.
Every word was heartfelt; he did not want to let Luo Qianshan go. Personal vendetta played a part, but the will of Leader accounted for a significant portion.
"How confident are you?" Death asked quietly.
"One hundred percent. I will not let Luo Qianshan leave here," Mo Ming replied confidently.
"Alright, everyone stop talking. I support his actions. According to Leader's wishes, Luo Qianshan absolutely cannot be allowed to escape easily!" Death declared.
"Death, if something happens to Leader, who will take responsibility?" Number Two questioned.
"I'll take responsibility if something happens!" Mo Zhentian looked at Luo Qianshan and said, "I can guarantee that as long as you defeat my son, you can leave!"
Seeing Mo Zhentian's firm attitude, although Number Two and the others were somewhat displeased, they did not say much more.
After all, military power largely rested in the hands of leaders like Mo Zhentian and Death. With them saying so, who could obstruct anything?
"Just wait until something happens to Leader, and see how you all bear the consequences," Number Two thought coldly to himself.
"Luo Qianshan, are you really afraid? In the video, didn't you say you wanted to deal with me personally? Now I'm giving you the opportunity; aren't you going to take it?" The smirk on Mo Ming's face grew wider, full of provocation.
"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of you, a brat who hasn't even grown up yet? I've killed more people than you've had meals. What do I have to fear?" Luo Qianshan scoffed disdainfully.
"Are you willing to accept a one-on-one with me?" Mo Ming asked in a deep voice.
"I can accept that, but it has to be on my terms. Otherwise, no matter how much you talk, I won't fight you," Luo Qianshan said, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"What do you want?"
"I'll fight you one-on-one, but everyone else has to leave this conference room. Unless we go outside, no one can come in. Otherwise, I'll drag him down with me. Don't doubt my words; it's easy for me to kill him within my line of sight. If you follow my instructions, I can have a one-on-one match with you!"
A cold light flickered in Luo Qianshan's heart. In his view, Mo Ming was definitely not his opponent. Why not take out an eyesore before leaving?
"We can accept everything you said. However, I need to add one point: first, you cannot use a gun. If we hear gunfire outside, you won't be able to leave here," Mo Zhentian said with a grim expression.
"Fine. I have complete confidence in dealing with your son; I don't need a gun at all," Luo Qianshan replied confidently.
"Secondly, if anything happens to the Leader, don't think about leaving here either. As long as you adhere to my two points, if you win, you can leave safely. I believe you understand the importance of integrity," Mo Zhentian continued.
"Your temperament is a bit tough, but your reputation is still good. I trust you. Now, enough chit-chat. Let's get started; I'm eager to kill," Luo Qianshan said with a sinister smile. "Everyone get out of here and stay far away. Don't try any tricks; if I find out, he must die."
"Everyone should leave; I'll take responsibility for this matter; you don't need to worry," Mo Zhentian said.
With Mo Zhentian's assurance, no one else spoke further.
Number Two's expression was cold as he snorted and stepped out. Seeing Number Two leave, the others followed suit and exited as well.
Mo Zhentian and the Grim Reaper were the last to leave, and before departing, they closed the door.
"Alright. Now it's just us here, Luo Qianshan. Put down your gun," Mo Ming said first, throwing his own gun aside.
"Hmph. You're quite bold to challenge me one-on-one. I must say, I admire you, and so does Eternity. Unfortunately, you stand on the opposite side."
Luo Qianshan slowly lowered his gun and set Leader aside, confident that if anything went awry, he could quickly take Leader hostage.
"You've got it wrong. It turns out you're on our side, but unfortunately, you've betrayed your country and those who trusted you," Mo Ming's eyes sparked with anger.
"Shut up! What country? What national righteousness? Those are all illusions; once you're dead, they mean nothing. If one does not act for oneself, heaven will punish them. You understand that, right? No matter how powerful or capable a person is, in the end, they become nothing but bones, a pile of thoughtless dust!" Luo Qianshan's expression darkened as he spoke.
"You've lost your mind. Luo Qianshan, you're insane. You've trapped yourself in a narrow world; suddenly, I find you quite pitiful," Mo Ming sneered. "You see everything as void, consider yourself the only asset in life, and by betraying your country, you'll become nothing but a stinking pile of dirt—a worthless traitor. Your name will be remembered by future generations; your descendants will suffer because of your actions and live forever in the gossip of others. They will be in pain—all of this is caused by you!"
"No, you're wrong. When you all turn to dust, I will still be Eternity," Luo Qianshan replied solemnly. "Enough of this meaningless talk; I don't want to linger with you any longer. Let's fight! Show me what gives you such confidence."
That seemingly simple statement made Mo Ming begin to realize something.
When you all turn to dust, I will still be Eternity!
The reason behind Luo Qianshan's betrayal of his country.
The reason behind Luo Qianshan's rejuvenation.
The reason why top-tier aloof masters like Evil Eye, Overlord, and Lord would follow Eternity.
Once everything is connected, it seems to point towards a mysterious cause: Eternal Life.
This cause is indeed absurd; Eternal Life, such an extraordinary thing, seems almost impossible to exist. Even Qin Shi Huang and several generations of emperors pursued it tirelessly, yet could not grasp it.
Mo Ming finds it hard to believe that it could truly exist, yet feels compelled to accept the possibility.
After all, not everything in the world can be explained by science. Whether anti-human phenomena exist is something no one dares to assert definitively.
"What's wrong? Are you starting to regret it?" Luo Qianshan sneered.
Seeing Mo Ming hesitate to take action, he thought Mo Ming was beginning to back down.
Interrupted by Luo Qianshan's words, Mo Ming smirked, "Regret? The one who should be regretting is you. Do you really think you can survive in my hands?"
"Haha... You sure have a big mouth, but just talking won't help. It's all about whose fists are stronger," Luo Qianshan laughed heartily.
"You’re right; the one with the stronger fists is the victor. But do you really think your fists are stronger than mine, old man?" Mo Ming mocked.
"Then let's find out!" Luo Qianshan huffed angrily. With a swift movement, he lunged forward, leaping onto the table and charging at Mo Ming.
Fast!
The speed was truly astonishing; in an instant, Luo Qianshan was right in front of Mo Ming.
He jumped off the table and delivered a powerful kick aimed directly at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming was taken aback and quickly hid to the side.
Boom.
Luo Qianshan's kick missed Mo Ming and instead slammed into the wall, shattering a large section of the plaster.
If such force had hit a person, it would likely result in death or severe injury.
With Luo Qianshan's displayed skills, it seemed that Evil Eye was no match for him, and Lord was even weaker by several degrees.
The experts within the "Dark Order" organization had almost surfaced.
Evil Eye was already dead.
Lord had also shown himself.
From Luo Qianshan's words, it was clear that Eternity was someone else, which confirmed Luo Qianshan's identity.
Overlord!
"You are Overlord!" Mo Ming exclaimed in astonishment.
Luo Qianshan paused his movements, a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Haha, I never expected you to see through my identity. That's right, I am Overlord, the domineering ancestor! To dare challenge me one-on-one is simply seeking death. Do you think that by killing that useless Evil Eye, you have enough strength to fight me? Heh heh, you are mistaken. Evil Eye, Overlord, and Lord were once considered equals, but now, Evil Eye's strength is not even on par with Lord, and Lord is far weaker than I am. Now, do you still dare to confidently claim you can deal with me one hundred percent?"
"Since I learned that you betrayed the operation, I've been wondering what role you played in the 'Dark Order' organization. However, I could never imagine that you are Overlord." Mo Ming's expression gradually became calm as he said, "But it doesn't matter whether you are Overlord or not; today, it's either your death or my survival."
"You're quite confident, aren't you? It's either my death or yours? Well, let's see who dies first." Luo Qianshan's expression darkened as he swung his fist towards Mo Ming.
His fist moved with incredible speed. Even though Mo Ming's current speed was exceptionally abnormal, dodging was not an easy task.
When Luo Qianshan swung his fist for the fourth time, Mo Ming found himself with no way to evade.
Having backed up against the wall, Mo Ming could only raise his hand to block Luo Qianshan's brutal strike.
However, Mo Ming did not intend to take Luo Qianshan's punch head-on. Instead, he employed the principles of Tai Chi, using softness to overcome hardness, guiding Luo Qianshan's fist towards the wall.
A flicker of shock crossed Luo Qianshan's eyes as his fist slammed into the wall. With his other hand now a fist, he aimed another strike at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming hurriedly dodged to the side, avoiding Luo Qianshan's attack.
The missed punch crashed violently into the wall, creating five small holes.
The force behind that punch was terrifying; one blow left such a "masterpiece" on the wall. The reputation of the Overlord was indeed well-deserved.
However, no matter how powerful Luo Qianshan's punches were, he was not Hammer. While his punch caused damage to the wall, it also drew a trickle of blood from his knuckles.
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