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Chapter 325

Chapter 325: 325

"Haha, using a brick? Do you think this is a kids’ brawl? You won’t hit me with that," Mo Qingyun said, quite speechless. The Evil God really lived up to his name, resorting to throwing bricks.

Just as his words fell, with a "bang," a brick squarely hit his back, the pain was scalding.

He turned his head only to see two more bricks hurtling towards him; it turned out that Long Qie and Titan were following suit, tossing bricks too. The one that had hit him was thrown by Titan—the guy was seriously strong, almost making him cough up blood.

"Bang bang bang..."

The three-pronged brick attack left Mo Qingyun helpless and completely defenseless, without a shred of safety.

After being hit repeatedly, his face swelled up like a huge pig’s head, utterly at others’ mercy.

"Evil God, if you’re so brave, fight me one-on-one. Bullying with numbers doesn’t make you a hero!"

"One-on-one? We are fighting one-on-one, didn’t you pay attention in Chinese class?" Xiao Zheng, out of bricks, dusted off his hands, his eyes slightly narrowed.

What the heck, this is a group beating, okay?

Used to being haughty, Mo Qingyun naturally refused to admit defeat, declaring emphatically, "I’m talking about a one-on-one with one person. Is your brain fried?"

"It is a one-on-one," replied Xiao Zheng, his face the picture of calm, unhurried and earnest, "You against the three of us!"

"Pfft!"

Mo Qingyun almost spat out a mouthful of blood; damn it, true to form for the Evil God, he had seen shameless, but never this shameless.

Enraged for real now, he brandished his fine steel war spear, disregarding the bricks from Long Qie and Titan, and charged straight at Xiao Zheng—catching the ringleader first was the right move.

"Evil God, go to hell!"

"You go first! I’m living just fine," said Xiao Zheng, hopping onto the wall like pulling up a radish and sitting down.

All he saw was a pitch-black axe growing larger as it headed for Mo Qingyun’s back, too late to dodge.

With a "crash," the axe struck him, nearly causing internal injuries.

Mo Qingyun, face filled with indignation, thought damn, lucky he was wearing soft fine iron armor; otherwise, with the immense force of the axe, he would have been either dead or crippled.

"Long Qie, right? Brave enough to fight me one-on-one?"

"You’ve been fighting one-on-one all along, nothing wrong with that!"

Long Qie looked unimpressed and even egged Titan on to rush forward—the guy was practically a human tank.

Titan chuckled cluelessly, "Idiot, see what’s behind you?"

"Uh..."

When Mo Qingyun turned around, he saw it had started to drizzle a warm, gentle rain.

What the hell, it’s pee!

"Evil God, I curse your ancestors!"

In the moonlight, Mo Qingyun’s hair was wet and steaming.

It was too much for him, someone with a strong sense of cleanliness, freaking heck, the Evil God really was shameless.

Xiao Zheng stood on the wall, his black hair elegantly fluttering in the wind, casually zipping up his trousers, a look of relief on his face.

"Peeing, the number one joy in life!"

"Joy my ass, eat my spear!"

Having reached his limit, Mo Qingyun’s war spear, carrying his rage, surged toward Xiao Zheng with a threatening force.

"Whoosh!"

"Swish!"

Xiao Zheng’s move was lightning-fast, he caught the war spear with ease and tossed it to the other side of the alley, then clapped his hands clean.

"Ah, you can’t even handle throwing weapons properly, and yet you rank second in the Futu Sky Rankings? What a joke."

"I..."

Just as Mo Qingyun was bewildered, he felt two gusts of wind attack him. By the time he looked back, he only saw two fists, big as sandbags, hurtling toward him like cannonballs.

"Bang! Bang!"

Titan and Long Qie’s fists hit Mo Qingyun’s eye sockets from left and right, swift as gusts and full of force.

"Damn it!" Mo Qingyun staggered, nearly falling to the ground. In an instant, two panda eyes emerged, comically swollen.

Enraged but steadying himself, he charged at the two giants who were now flipping him off. He swung his fists and feet, vowing an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

"Big oaf, take this!"

"Bring it on!" Titan laughed dumbly, not even bothering to strike back, just meeting the attack head-on with the fine steel guards on his arms.

"Smack!"

"Ahh!" Mo Qingyun’s fist, which was flesh and blood after all, immediately turned into a bloody blur, dripping with fresh blood.

Dammit, Laozi has been unrivaled in Zhonghai for years, seldom finding an equal. To be so embarrassed today, merely by their defense, has left me seriously wounded. What if they actually attacked?

Mo Qingyun broke out in a cold sweat. Only now did he have a rude awakening. If the Evil God’s two lackeys were this powerful, how much more monstrous must the Evil God be?

Grandmother, Laozi has fancied himself a monster for all these years, only to have been deceiving himself. I’ve been a frog in a well. Now I know, there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.

"Stop! No more fighting!"

"Hmph, you say fight, we fight; you say stop, we stop—wouldn’t that make me lose face?"

With a thunderous voice, Titan advanced like a dark cloud, each step causing a faint tremor, intimidating to the core.

Long Qie also created an encircling stance, eyes fixed with a wicked grin on Mo Qingyun, who was trapped in a dire situation.

"Little guy, just kneel and beg for mercy, call me ’Daddy,’ and we’ll let you go."

"Shameless!"

Mo Qingyun, annoyed with himself, faced the challenge with steely resolve, his eyes shining with an unwillingness to submit.

"Ouch." He had barely taken a step when Titan was upon him. Their bodies collided fiercely, kicking up dust like two clashing meteors.

But Titan didn’t stop there; pressing Mo Qingyun’s body against the wall, he used all his strength, aiming to kill with a single blow.

"Bang!"

Finally, Mo Qingyun hit the wall, feeling as if his skeleton was about to fall apart, overwhelmed by a nauseating wave of nausea as if a Mountain Shattering force had hit him.

However, this was only the beginning.

Titan alternated between squeezing and releasing, like pressing down on cotton, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Mo Qingyun felt like a pedestrian caught between colliding vehicles in a car crash, about to be squashed flat—"damn it next door," is this even human?

The second-ranked person on the Sky Net being tormented like this—who would believe it if it were told?

"Stop, I can’t breathe."

"Better dead— I’ll get you a funeral wreath!"

Titan callously placed him on the ground, stepping on his back to continue his merciless onslaught.

"Long Qie, want a turn?"

"Sure, Laozi wants to crush her!" Long Qie sneered as he strode forward, his expression scornful.

What the heck, crush what?

Mo Qingyun turned ghostly pale with fear. What did that mean? Surely they wouldn’t castrate Little Master, right?

"Aaaaahhh!"

Xiao Zheng listened to the ghostly wails and watched the blood spurt, lighting up a cigarette, drawing on it coolly. This arrogant bastard got what he deserved.

To bring disaster upon oneself is to court death. There’s no fault in that saying.