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"Mo Ming, there are too many people. Don't get caught up in a fight. I'll hold them off; you go take care of that dog!" Wu Yong carved a path through the crowd, moving closer to Mo Ming.
Mo Ming nodded, swinging his Machete down onto a killer's shoulder, then kicked him away. His fierce gaze locked onto Cyan Wolf, and he slashed at another attacker with a swift motion.
"Brother Yong, cover me! I'm going to take him down!"
"Got it!" Wu Yong immediately maneuvered around Mo Ming, his blade flashing as he claimed several lives.
Before Wu Yong, they seemed utterly defenseless. His strikes varied from slow as a snail to fast as lightning, creating an unpredictable rhythm that was hard to counter.
This was the essence of combining stillness and movement in Tai Chi, a concept Wu Yong understood deeply. When he unleashed it, the power was immense, far beyond what the elderly practicing in the square could muster.
With Wu Yong providing cover, Mo Ming charged forward, his blade flashing, blood spraying, and lives ending!
No matter how many enemies there were, they couldn't stop the combined force of Mo Ming and Wu Yong, two Killing Gods. Soon enough, they carved out a bloody path.
The courtyard was littered with shattered bodies. Cyan Wolf could no longer maintain his composure; he tossed aside his cigarette butt and grabbed one of his subordinates.
"A bunch of useless trash! What are you doing here? Go back to sucking your mother's milk!"
Cyan Wolf snatched the subordinate's Machete, cursing, "The Little Green Society is truly a worthless gang. A whole group can't even take down two people—what's the point of existing?"
"You're so tough; why don't you go yourself?" the subordinate muttered discontentedly.
"What did you say?"
Cyan Wolf frowned, his voice icy as he asked.
The subordinate jumped in fright, his face turning pale in an instant. He quickly shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything, nothing at all..."
Swoosh!
A flash of cold light passed by, and a streak of blood appeared on the neck of the thug, followed by his head severing, blood spraying onto Cyan Wolf's face.
"If people are useless, that's one thing, but how dare they be so unyielding? What's the point of living if they won't die?"
Cyan Wolf wiped his face with his hand, looking at the crimson stains and revealing an expression of annoyance.
"Cyan Wolf!"
Mo Ming shouted angrily, rushing over countless corpses.
With only one meter left, no one could stop Mo Ming's advance.
Cyan Wolf remained calm, a slight smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Brother Long is right; you are strong and shouldn't be underestimated."
"But..."
Cyan Wolf's narrowed eyes suddenly widened as he swung his machete towards Mo Ming, shouting, "The people I want to kill never live long. Today, I will kill you!"
"Ha, there's some confidence there. But too much confidence is just arrogance."
Mo Ming smiled lightly, blocking an attack with his knife and immediately counterattacking Cyan Wolf.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of blades clashing echoed as Mo Ming and Cyan Wolf swung their machetes, engaging in fierce combat.
Neither was injured!
The blade of Cyan Wolf was indeed very fast, but it lacked a certain sharpness, falling far short compared to Yamamoto Kyouka.
"I thought you were stronger than this, but it seems not!"
After a prolonged exchange, Cyan Wolf noticed that Mo Ming could not do anything to him and let out a somewhat arrogant sneer.
"Is that so?"
A slight curve appeared at the corner of Mo Ming's mouth, and a barely perceptible fierceness flashed in his eyes as he said, "I'll show you just how foolish your so-called confidence is!"
Having previously clashed with Yamamoto Kyouka, Mo Ming had deepened his understanding of the blade. Coupled with his own exceptional strength, his strikes became even more fierce.
During their earlier confrontation, Mo Ming merely wanted to test Cyan Wolf's abilities. Now that he was serious, Cyan Wolf immediately found himself in a passive position.
"How is this possible? My blade is already very fast; why am I always half a beat slow?"
Cyan Wolf's arrogant expression changed instantly as he struggled to defend himself with his blade.
It wasn't that he didn't want to attack; it was that Mo Ming wasn't giving him the opportunity to do so.
Every time Cyan Wolf attempted to counterattack, Mo Ming would wield his Machete to suppress him, as if he could see through his thoughts.
"Damn it, could I really be wrong? This Asura is truly formidable!"
Cyan Wolf questioned himself internally but quickly shook his head. A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "No, I won't be wrong! Asura, prepare to die!"
He exerted all his strength to block Mo Ming's attacks while simultaneously attempting to retaliate with his legs.
"Your mind is too chaotic; your blade has become erratic. Cyan Wolf, you have already become a dead man."
Mo Ming mocked him and swiftly stepped in to suppress the leg that Cyan Wolf was trying to lift, swinging his blade quickly towards Cyan Wolf's neck.
"No way!" Cyan Wolf retreated in terror, reaching out to grab a subordinate.
Splat!
The subordinate's head rolled to the ground, blood staining the yellow mud. The eyes of the severed head were as wide as eggs, completely unable to react!
Seeing this, Cyan Wolf couldn't help but feel a wave of fear; if he hadn't just pulled his shield, that head on the ground would have been his!
"Cyan Wolf, you're truly ruthless, using your subordinate as a shield!" Mo Ming sneered.
"People don't act for themselves, heaven and earth will punish them. Besides, they are from the Little Green Society; whether they live or die has nothing to do with me!" Cyan Wolf retorted, taking a deep breath to keep himself absolutely calm.
The earlier frenzy had nearly cost him his life; Cyan Wolf dared not fight recklessly and only thought about preserving his own life.
"I want to see how many times you can use a shield!" Mo Ming's gaze sharpened as he swung his knife towards Cyan Wolf.
Cyan Wolf steadied himself to block the strike and retreated rapidly.
"The strength of Shura is unexpected; that guy is too much of a freak. The people from the Little Green Society are all useless. With my strength, I can't kill them. As long as I have my life, I need to find a way to escape!"
Cyan Wolf analyzed the situation and made up his mind: among the thirty-six strategies, fleeing was the best!
"Cyan Wolf, I thought you weren't afraid of death. Are you scared now? Is dodging all you can do?" Mo Ming mocked, his knife becoming even more ferocious, making it increasingly difficult for Cyan Wolf.
"Hmph, Shura, don't get too cocky. Opposing my Azure Dragon Gang means you've entered the gates of hell; you're doomed!" Cyan Wolf snorted coldly, still trying to sound tough, but his actions betrayed him as he desperately swung his knife to block while retreating.
In an instant, Mo Ming had pushed Cyan Wolf out of the doorway.
Behind him, the members of the Little Green Society were held back by Wu Yong and couldn't spare any effort to help Cyan Wolf.
Perhaps they didn't want to help Cyan Wolf at all because they didn't want to become shields dying at his hands!
"A bunch of useless fools, can’t even take down one person?" Cyan Wolf gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of anger inside. If no one supported him soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold on!
At that moment, a cacophony of battle sounds erupted from behind: "Wolf Lord, we're here!"
Cyan Wolf's spirits lifted as he shouted, "Brothers, charge! I don’t believe he can survive this!"
Cyan Wolf drew his blade and turned to flee, while Mo Ming did not rush to pursue him, stopping in place with a furrowed brow.
A group of people surged out, and at a glance, there were about a hundred of them, all wielding heavy axes.
These individuals were tall and robust, far from the petty thugs; they exuded an air of menace.
"Wolf Lord, Brother Long was worried you might fail, so he sent me and the brothers to assist you. I hope we’re not too late?" said a mountain-like man to Cyan Wolf.
"Damn it, Shan Meng! If you had been any later, you would have seen my corpse!"
Cyan Wolf said angrily, "Enough chatter, just kill him and eliminate the threat!"
The man known as Shan Meng nodded and replied, "Alright!"
He cast a fierce glance at Mo Ming, who held a Machete and resembled a Killing God, unable to hide his frown.
"Are you the Asura?"
Mo Ming remained silent but wore a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You arrogant brat, just wait! I’ll use this axe to make sure your mother wouldn’t recognize you!"
Shan Meng roared as he shouted to his brothers behind him: "Brother Long said each head is worth five hundred thousand!"
The crowd erupted in excitement!
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with greedy glances. Five hundred thousand was a huge fortune for them.
Why were they risking their lives? For money, status, and beautiful women!
Now that killing someone was worth five hundred thousand, they felt an unusual excitement. They had no fear of Mo Ming's strength and raised their mountain axes in unison.
"Kill!"
Just as they were about to act, another group of people charged in from the other side.
"Finally arrived." Mo Ming glanced at the leader and couldn't help but smile.
The leader was Ruin, and he brought along all members of the "Yihun."
"Damn it, the enemy's reinforcements have arrived." Cyan Wolf saw that everyone was unfamiliar and realized they were not his people.
Ruin approached Mo Ming with a cold expression and said, "Sorry, we are late."
"No, you arrived just in time. Ruin, how did you find them?" Mo Ming looked at the people Ruin brought; they were all skilled fighters from the ranking battle day. Though few in number, each one was an Elite.
Beside them, Red Ghost smiled wryly and said, "We rushed over after receiving the news, but we still came late."
Ruin cast a cold glance at Cyan Wolf's group and said lightly, "Leave the rest to us."
"Alright, I'll take care of that dog; you handle the others." Mo Ming pointed at Cyan Wolf with a smile.
Ruin nodded without saying more and charged forward first.
"Hey, why so eager?" Red Ghost followed closely behind, and the group rushed forward as well.
"Brothers, let's go! Kill that kid, and I'll give you an extra million!" Cyan Wolf shouted to his subordinates behind him.
The money increased again, and the little brothers became even more excited, immediately swinging their axes and charging out.
"Boss Wolf, I'm going first!" Shan Meng said to Cyan Wolf, swinging his axe as he rushed forward.
Unarmed and facing opponents wielding axes, the others showed no fear and charged even harder.
Long hours of combat training not only honed their skills but also strengthened their minds. Of course, being calm in a crisis was backed by real strength.
The Azure Dragon Society members saw that their opponents were unarmed, which gave them enough confidence. They all looked arrogant and domineering, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Having weapons just makes you a dancing clown; I can take you down with my bare hands," Red Ghost sneered. He dodged an attack and kicked one opponent in the groin.
When someone's groin is crushed, even if they don't die, they'll be left with half a life.
In the blink of an eye, Unarmed and his group had taken down several foes. Although the enemy had the advantage in numbers and decent strength, Unarmed's team had crawled back from the brink of death countless times, their skills continuously improving. Dealing with ordinary enemies was still easy for them.
"Damn it, how are these guys so strong?" Cyan Wolf couldn't help but be astonished.
Unarmed reached out and crushed an enemy before tossing him aside and continuing the slaughter.
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