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"What grudge? I have deep-seated hatred for him. Anyone who dares to stop me will face the wrath of a god; if I encounter a Buddha, I will kill the Buddha. He must die, and even the King of Hell cannot save him! I advise you not to meddle in this matter. You seem to be of an age where you should find a place to enjoy your remaining years," Mo Ming said in a heavy voice.
"Luo Long is my eldest disciple and my favorite. I know he has done many bad things and that today’s consequences are inevitable, but I cannot stand by and do nothing," the old man shook his head and replied.
"Hmph, I do not like to involve the innocent in my affairs. Even if you are his master, I do not intend to kill you. However, if you do not recognize your situation, then you cannot blame me," Mo Ming's voice grew cold as he scoffed.
Luo Long's mistakes should not make innocent people suffer, even if that person is the one who taught him his skills; he cannot bring himself to kill him.
Mo Ming saw only kindness in the old man's eyes, devoid of any murderous intent. Eyes are hard to deceive; it was clear that the old man was not someone with blood on his hands.
However, if the old man insisted on blocking his way, Mo Ming would have no choice but to deal with him ruthlessly.
"Sigh, this matter is my responsibility. Luo Long was raised by me; his crimes are my mistakes. I will not stand by and watch you kill him. Even though I know I am no match for you, I still want to try," the old man said stubbornly. Beneath that stubbornness lay a selfless love akin to paternal affection.
"Very well, since you intend to help Luo Long, then I can only say I'm sorry," Mo Ming said, feeling a bit pity for the old man. He shook his head, and with a swift motion, his fist struck towards the old man.
The old man immediately moved to block Mo Ming's attack, but it seemed he had no intention of harming Mo Ming and did not retaliate.
With the old man's skills, while he might not be able to defeat Mo Ming, he would not easily fall to him either.
Though he had no intention of killing, Mo Ming would not show mercy. Tonight, regardless of who intervened, Luo Long must die!
After exchanging blows for over twenty rounds, the old man had not been defeated by Mo Ming, indicating that his skills were indeed formidable.
"I didn't expect someone so young could possess such skill. How laughable that after a lifetime of martial arts practice, I am still limited to this," the old man sighed deeply.
"Old man, your skills are among the best I've seen from an old bone like you. Quite impressive. However, today, you won't be able to stop me!"
Mo Ming's lips curled slightly as he suddenly threw a punch.
The old man dodged, avoiding Mo Ming's attack, and reached out with his frail hand, attempting to grab Mo Ming's wrist.
Mo Ming's gaze sharpened as he reversed his grip and seized the old man's wrist.
The old man's face was filled with surprise as he hurriedly swung his other hand, but before he could strike, Mo Ming twisted forcefully and flipped the old man over.
"Apologies!" Mo Ming delivered a knife-hand strike that knocked the old man unconscious.
For this kind-hearted elder who was extremely fond of his disciple, Mo Ming truly found it hard to be ruthless. However, to prevent the old man from obstructing him, he had no choice but to incapacitate him.
At that moment, Mo Ming sensed some movement behind him, followed by a wave of danger approaching.
Mo Ming reacted quickly; upon feeling the threat from behind, he immediately dodged to the side.
A long sword stabbed through the spot where Mo Ming had just been standing, aimed directly at his heart. If it weren't for Mo Ming's quick reflexes, he would have already become a corpse.
"What did you do to my master?" a cold voice questioned icily.
"Heh heh, you're just in time. I was too lazy to go up to the rooftop to find you. Luo Long, don't you feel it? The night sky is particularly bright tonight?" Mo Ming grinned menacingly. "That light is illuminating your path to the underworld. You should have thought about this when you harmed those close to me."
The newcomer was indeed Luo Long, bare-chested and wielding the long sword, his expression grim and his eyes glinting with cold light.
"Xiu Luo, I haven't settled the score for killing my brother yet. Since you've come to me today, I can only take care of you as well!" Luo Long showed little fear.
The last time he fought Mo Ming, the difference in strength was not significant. Luo Long believed that as long as he fought with his back against the wall, Mo Ming would not be able to do anything to him.
If Luo Long had witnessed how Mo Ming incapacitated his master, he would probably have been terrified. Right now, his focus was on Mo Ming's movements, leaving no room to think about how Mo Ming had knocked out his master.
"Your brother wanted to kill mine, so he died. You killed my family, so you must die too. Tonight is your end; even if the King of Hell comes, he won't let you live because I am Xiu Luo!" Mo Ming's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger. Before he finished speaking, he charged at Luo Long.
The space at the staircase was small, which posed a significant limitation for both Luo Long, who wielded a sword, and Mo Ming.
Facing the armed Luo Long, Mo Ming had very little room to evade. This was a great test of his ability to grasp details; one misstep could lead to death by sword.
However, Mo Ming's control over details was impressive. As Luo Long swung his sword, not only did he dodge it, but he also seized the opportunity to land a punch on Luo Long's shoulder.
"Hmph, I didn't expect you to make such great progress in such a short time. It seems you came prepared this time," Luo Long snorted coldly.
"I think you're flattering yourself. I don't need to prepare to deal with a waste like you. The reason I've let you live this long is that I have many things to do and no time to deal with you," Mo Ming retorted coldly.
"Do you really think you can kill me now?" Luo Long squinted his eyes.
"Heh heh, at this point, are you still trying to deceive yourself? I'm curious what gives you the courage to say such confident words. Is it the sword in your hand?" Mo Ming mocked with a smile. "You really are pathetic!"
"I believe my sword will pierce through you because you insulted it," Luo Long said while suppressing his anger.
"I'm done talking nonsense with you; your time has come. Take your sword and die!" Mo Ming shook his head, no longer interested in idle chatter, and continued to engage with Luo Long.
Mo Ming felt a bit regretful; he had forgotten to bring a dagger when he arrived. If he had a dagger in hand now, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat Luo Long within ten rounds!
But now, being unarmed, his movements were greatly restricted under Luo Long's fierce swordsmanship. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Long had a weapon, Mo Ming would have already injured him countless times.
Many of Luo Long's openings were blocked by his sword, which saved him several times. Mo Ming was not foolish enough to use his hands to confront Luo Long's sharp blade.
"How has he improved so much? In such a short time, his attack speed and reaction speed have reached a terrifying level. He definitely didn't have this kind of strength before!" Luo Long's nerves were taut; only he knew how many dangers he had faced.
He was almost driven mad by Mo Ming. Clearly, having a weapon should provide him with a certain advantage, and his swordsmanship had also improved recently, yet his sword was not as fast as Mo Ming's!
Even if it were someone else, they would be driven crazy too. Luo Long suppressed his inner agitation and swung his longsword at Mo Ming.
Clang!
The sword struck empty air and hit the wall, causing the wallpaper to fly off.
Mo Ming quickly kicked out, landing a solid blow to Luo Long's abdomen, sending him flying into the wall.
Mo Ming did not give Luo Long any chance to catch his breath. He charged forward and prepared to kick Luo Long in the face. Luo Long swung his sword again, forcing Mo Ming back.
"Hmph! If it weren't for this place being unsuitable for my skills, you would surely become a ghost under my sword!" Luo Long snorted coldly.
"Oh really? Then give me your longsword and let's see if I can kill you," Mo Ming scoffed. "I think you know very well that you are no match for me. All this talk is just an attempt to buy time."
Mo Ming shook his head, moved swiftly, and charged forward. "Today, no matter who comes here, you must die!"
Luo Long's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity as he swung his sword towards Mo Ming.
Mo Ming moved swiftly, dodging Luo Long's longsword. He quickly reached out with one hand, tightly gripping Luo Long's wrist, rendering him unable to move.
"It should end now," Mo Ming said calmly, bringing his hand down like a blade towards Luo Long's throat.
Fear filled Luo Long's eyes as he hurriedly raised his other hand to block. His hand met Mo Ming's several times before being pushed away by Mo Ming.
With a sharp sound, Mo Ming's hand struck fiercely at Luo Long's throat, causing Luo Long's eyes to bulge like those of a bull as a mouthful of blood erupted from him.
"Damn it, I can't—it's impossible for me to die so easily!" Luo Long struggled desperately.
"In fact, I want you to die even more. Not even the King of Hell can save you now," Mo Ming shook his head, snatching the longsword from Luo Long's hand. With a thrust, the sword pierced through Luo Long's chest.
Until the very last moment of his life, Luo Long could not accept the reality of death. Yet he was indeed dying; it was useless to deny it.
Luo Long's body quickly grew cold, his unblinking eyes staring fixedly at Mo Ming.
"This is the outcome you should have anticipated. You bastard who harmed those around me—no one gets away with it!"
At that moment, Mo Ming felt a sense of relief; he had finally avenged Lord Qian.
After dealing with Luo Long, Mo Ming went downstairs. Upon reaching the ground floor, he saw Ugly Man lying on the ground, his eyes wide open—also fatally struck in the throat by Qi Miao.
"Master, is Luo Long dead?" Qi Miao hurried over to ask as soon as he saw Mo Ming coming down.
"Dead," Mo Ming replied calmly, without a hint of emotion. "Let's leave here quickly; someone will be coming soon."
"Okay." Qi Miao nodded and asked, "Should we handle the body here?"
"...Brother, please don't ask me unnecessary questions in the future. The enemy is dead; is there really a need to collect their bodies?" Mo Ming rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
Qi Miao was taken aback for a moment but quickly followed him.
About four minutes after Mo Ming and Qi Miao left, the police arrived.
This was reported by Liu Sisi, who had called the police when Luo Long got up. Unfortunately, the police arrived slower than Mo Ming could kill.
That night, the entire city began to hunt for the murderer. However, Mo Ming and Qi Miao had already stolen a car and left Long City.
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