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Chapter 344: Slapped and Sent Flying!

Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Slapped and Sent Flying!

"Heh heh."

Brother Leopard heard the threatening words and smirked contemptuously, "Kid, you think we can’t get away? Do you think Laozi is easily frightened?"

Just then.

Mo Qingyun finally appeared, gripping the fine steel war spear, with a gloomy expression on his face, stepping toward Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng puckered his lips mockingly and said, "Look, Brother Leopard, someone is looking for trouble."

"Hmm?"

Brother Leopard turned his head and, seeing Mo Qingyun holding the war spear, was stunned.

"Holy shit, is this a movie shoot? Look at that prop and costume, it’s damn lifelike."

"Brother Leopard, whether it’s a movie shoot or not, we’ll know soon."

One of the thugs joined in, and then walked straight up to Mo Qingyun, laughing, "Hey, little brother, your war spear is made of plastic, right? Let me have a look?"

"Get lost!" Mo Qingyun only had eyes for Xiao Zheng, treating everyone else like they were nothing, scolding the thug.

"You little shit, are you looking for a slap?"

The thug felt greatly humiliated, rushed angrily in front of Mo Qingyun, grabbed his collar, and arrogantly said, "Do you believe Laozi will kill you?"

"How dare you!"

With a slap, Mo Qingyun’s hand sent the thug’s head spinning 360 degrees around his neck before he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Gah..."

The lollipop in Brother Leopard’s mouth instantly dropped to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. Is this guy even human? Could he be the Evil God Huoyun from the movie ’Kung Fu’? This is fucking terrifying.

The thugs, who had been swaggering just moments ago, were now as silent as cicadas in winter, shivering all over, some even peed themselves out of fear.

"Brother, Brother Leopard... let’s get out of here."

"Let’s go!"

Brother Leopard immediately snapped out of it, no longer caring for the dead thug, and with the remaining three thugs, they ran off as if being chased by wolves.

"Clap clap..."

Xiao Zheng applauded, nodding in approval, "Not bad, Futu’s top expert, that instant kill was beautifully played."

"Is that so?"

Mo Qingyun looked at Xiao Zheng emotionlessly, a look of disdain on his face, and arrogantly said, "Evil God, now that it’s quiet, we can have a proper fight."

In his view, although he had lost the three-against-one battle last time, it was still an honorable defeat.

The Evil God hadn’t really taken action, likely because of inferior skills, too ashamed to show off. However, since Zhu Chanji had invited him as an enforcer, it meant he must have some abilities.

This time, taking advantage of his being alone, it was perfect for a thorough beating, as revenge for the humiliation last time.

"Evil God, bring it on! I want to see your brilliance!"

"Mo Qingyun, I don’t want to fight you," Xiao Zheng said frustratingly. He was telling the truth, for Mo Qingyun’s strength was top-notch in Futu, but posed no competition to his own.

There was a gap in their realms!

Yet this guy insisted on bothering him, an annoying predicament indeed.

"Hahaha, who would’ve thought that the Evil God, famous overseas, would turn out to be such a coward!"

Mo Qingyun laughed uproariously into the sky, haughtily saying, "Last time you had two others with you, of course I was no match. But this time, you’re alone, and I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death."

"Why bother?" Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette, showing no intention of taking action.

"Evil God, if you kneel down and call me ’Grandpa’ three times, I’ll allow you to admit defeat!"

Mo Qingyun, thinking Xiao Zheng was scared, became even more aggressive and overconfident.

Xiao Zheng finally got angry. This little bastard was getting too cheeky; not teaching him a hard lesson, he would never understand his place in the world.

"You’re asking for it, you little shit!"

Having said that, Xiao Zheng put out his cigarette and, like a tiger descending the mountain, pounced rapidly at Mo Qingyun with a whooshing sound of wind.

"Just what I wanted!"

Mo Qingyun advanced with a crazed joy, "Evil God, Evil God, against three I was no match, but now one on one, let’s see if you still dare to be arrogant?"

He, too, leaped into the air, his war spear flourished amidst boundless murderous aura, majestically thrusting at Xiao Zheng with an aggressive momentum.

"Get out of my way!"

Xiao Zheng didn’t dodge; he countered with a fierce kick, smashing towards the fine steel war spear like a meteor tearing through the air, unstoppable in its path.

"Snap!"

Upon collision, a thunderous roar akin to a bolt from the blue echoed out as the war spear was directly knocked towards the ground.

"Impossible!" Mo Qingyun was terrified; the hands that grasped the war spear burst open at that moment, spewing forth blood.

Even with all his might, he couldn’t stabilize himself and fell helplessly like a small droplet of rain.

Damn it, was this still a human?

For so many years I’ve claimed to be a monster, turns out I’ve only been deceiving myself, but today I’ve truly met a superior force.

No, I absolutely must not be defeated!

Ignoring the blood flowing from his hands, Mo Qingyun stabilized his falling figure moments before hitting the ground.

However, the war spear still uncontrollably smashed into the earth, like a comet colliding with Earth.

With a "bang," dust and debris scattered everywhere.

The thick concrete ground was smashed into a crater half a meter deep, demonstrating its unstoppable force.

"Hahaha..."

Xiao Zheng landed effortlessly, his arrogance utterly provocative: "Mo Qingyun, you are nothing but trash."

"What?"

Mo Qingyun’s rage flared up in an instant, his eyes burning like flames. Since my youth, I’ve been the proud son of heaven, untouchable by anyone, to be humiliated like this, how infuriating.

"Evil God, you’re seeking death!"

His momentum surged to its peak in an instant, charging towards Xiao Zheng like a bull, intent on dispatching him with a spear, aiming for a fatal blow.

"Heh, child’s play."

Xiao Zheng scoffed disdainfully, not retreating but advancing, meeting the war spear with a palm strike that carried an intense killing chill.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

In an instant, the direction of the war spear was altered, taking Mo Qingyun with it, spinning like a tornado, twisting like a top.

"How can this be?"

Mo Qingyun wanted to stop but couldn’t, spinning in place dozens of times before he could gradually come to a halt.

"Tsss tsss tsss..."

The soles of his shoes had worn through, emitting white smoke, a thick smell of burnt rubber wafting in the air.

Xiao Zheng stood there, immovable like a mountain, looking down on the pitiful Mo Qingyun like a deity, and sneered: "Kid, in my hands, you’re just a doll."

"Evil God!"

Mo Qingyun gritted his teeth, his face alternating between red and white, his confidence long gone.

Incredulous, he stared at Xiao Zheng. Such power should not belong to humans; could he be a Divine Weapon descended from heaven?

Or perhaps aided by a divine power?

No way! I refuse to believe it.

"Then let’s treat others with their own methods! Divine Dragon Tornado!"

Mo Qingyun’s arms revealed bulging veins, taut with blood that could almost be seen flowing in them.

Swinging his war spear, round and round, faster and faster, it eventually became a massive twister, sweeping towards Xiao Zheng.

"Hmph, Evil God, brace yourself for my ultimate strike!"

"Hehe, ready to use your ultimate move, are you? Good!"

Xiao Zheng’s clothes whipped about, his hair tossed into disarray, yet his figure remained unshakable, much like the eternal Taishan mountain.