Chapter 13 Killing for the first time, cold heart!
Mo Qing has always believed that in a fight between boxers, although the strength gap is the main factor, it is definitely not the whole story.
Among them, launching a sneak attack first is the most effective method.
Although this method is more despicable, if you are weak and want to fight fairly, you are seeking your own death.
The opponent was a first-level boxer. Mo Qing thought he was invincible, but he was not without the strength to fight. When the strength was close, a sneak attack was necessary.
The thin man didn't expect Mo Qing to strike suddenly. He saw the opponent's left fist hit the door hard, and he could only reach out to block it in a hurry.
When he thought about it, Mo Qing was just a trainee boxer, even the weakest among the trainee boxers. As long as he blocked this blow, it would be time for him to fight back.
"boom!"
Mo Qing punched the opponent's arm, causing the thin man to lean back.
"This...this intensity is about the same as mine. The information is wrong, not good!"
The thin man had just advanced to the first level of boxing, and his punching power was just over 100 kilograms. Mo Qing's 90 kilograms of punching power was not much inferior to him. The thin man felt pain in his arms.
And something even more unexpected happened. When Mo Qing punched with his right hand, his left fist arrived almost at the same time, hitting the thin man's chin with a punch.
The skinny man's mouth turned salty, and blood flowed out at the same time as he was in severe pain.
"Little beast! If you dare to sneak attack on me, you are seeking death!"
The thin man threw a few punches randomly, blowing with wind, forcing Mo Qing back, and one of the punches even hit Mo Qing's shoulder.
After a few desperate punches to force Mo Qing back, the thin man was about to spit out the blood in his mouth and fight back again.
But when he opened his mouth, he felt that nothing came out.
"Ah! How...how...!"
The thin man opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth several times.
One hand reached forward to stop Mo Qing, who was about to make a move, and the other hand touched his chin.
It didn't matter when he touched it, the tentacles were cold, and the thin man realized that there was ice on his chin!
I don't know if it's okay, but when I found out it was frozen, I immediately felt cold to the bone. The thin man couldn't help but shudder, "This... this is...!"
The ice on his tongue made it impossible for him to speak a complete sentence, which greatly affected his combat effectiveness.
"You know it's too late, go to hell!"
Mo Qing didn't want to explain to him that since he had already taken action, he must not stop and let the other party recover. He would be the one to suffer.
While the thin man was frightened, Mo Qing pounced forward, his fists flew out like raindrops.
The thin man couldn't open his jaw and couldn't speak. In addition, he had been punched before, so his fighting ability was inevitably compromised.
Moreover, Mo Qing thought that the thin man was going to kill him, so he naturally fought with all his strength, but the thin man was trying to teach Mo Qing a lesson, and his momentum was also at a disadvantage.
The hover car was just suspended in the air, and the two people were fighting in the car, punching each other.
It was the first time in Mo Qing's life to fight with someone like this, but he felt that the feeling of fighting was very familiar and natural.
It's like how to fight in this battle, how to punch to get the maximum effect, how to dodge to minimize the damage, everything is clear to the chest.
It was a very wonderful feeling. Mo Qing firmly believed that he had never had such a wonderful feeling before. This was the first time in his life.
Is this instinct? I don't know. Mo Qing only knows that he enjoys the feeling of fighting, as if he was born to fight!
When two people were fighting, Mo Qing had always succeeded in sneak attacks, and now he frequently gained the upper hand. Although his body reaction could not keep up with his own consciousness, even so, he hit the thin man more often than he was beaten less often.
Now Mo Qing is a fighting master, and he has control over the progress of all battles. If it weren't for his body's slow reaction, this thin man might not be able to hit himself with a single punch.
In Mo Qing's eyes, the thin man's fists were full of flaws. If his punches weren't weak enough, he would have smashed the thin man's head at any chance!
"Swish! Bang bang!"
Mo Qing is becoming more and more skilled in fighting. The thin man has received a lot of punches, and the ice on his chin makes him extremely uncomfortable. His hands and feet are a little stiff and slow. He wants to melt away the ice, but Mo Qing still doesn't give him this chance.
, after missing two punches in a row, he was hit in the cheek again by a combination of left and right punches from Mo Qing.
The ice broke this time, but it was broken by Mo Qing's fist, and the thin man fell back with a bloody nose.
A cold light flashed in Mo Qing's eyes. He didn't think about whether the thin man really wanted to kill him. In his eyes, he just saw the thin man leaning back and the door at his neck wide open.
Hand knife!
Mo Qing raised his palm like a knife and slashed at the thin man's neck!
"Click!"
"Well!"
The thin man's call was cut off abruptly by Mo Qing, and was suppressed back in his throat.
His face became rapidly congested and red, he could no longer breathe, and his throat was seriously injured.
Mo Qing showed no mercy at all. The thin man at this moment had undoubtedly transformed into a sandbag and could be at his mercy.
With his lower body still on the seat, Mo Qing had already launched a series of combination attacks.
Mo Qing had never received any fighting training before, but at this moment, his heart was extremely calm, and everything came out as if instinctively, what angle of attack has the greatest effect, how to attack with the least effort, everything is at his fingertips.
, no worries!
"Bang bang bang!"
Under a series of fatal blows, the thin man's eyes became darker and darker. At first, he continued to resist and block, but gradually, he no longer had the ability to block. He was like a sandbag, being beaten back and forth by Mo Qing.
"Snapped!"
A right hand punch hit the thin man's temple hard, and his body fell heavily to the side!
He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the thin man's hair. Mo Qing pulled it down hard and raised his knees at the same time!
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the thin man lay motionless on top of Mo Qing's knees, without a trace of breath.
Mo Qing could clearly feel that with his last knee strike, the thin man's vitality had completely disappeared.
The human body is still fragile after all. With such strong fists constantly attacking the vital points, the thin man has completely bid farewell to this world.
At this time, Mo Qing took a long breath, threw the thin man's body aside, and leaned on the seat, without even looking at the thin man.
What happened to me? Why has there been such a big change?
Mo Qing had watched the boxers in his family practice their fighting skills. At that time, Mo Qing was extremely shocked by the fighting skills of the boxers and regarded them as magical skills.
But from today's perspective, although the boxing techniques of boxers are powerful, when it comes to technique, they are simply full of loopholes.
Why? Why do you feel this way? He has never learned fighting skills.
What is affecting you? Is it talent?
No! No matter how talented you are, it still takes constant training to develop your fighting instinct. There is no way to cheat.
And not only the fighting skills, but also the calmness in his heart just now, the feeling of disregarding the life and death of the enemy, should never appear in a young man who has never fought before.
My feeling just now was that he was a man who had experienced hundreds of battles and had seen thousands of lives and deaths, rather than a young man who was young and had nothing to do.
Although Mo Qing was originally calm, he was definitely not like this.
Since it is neither talent nor instinct, then...could it be!
Mo Qing was suddenly shocked. By the way, he had gotten that cold air before. This was the most important thing in his life and the one that had the greatest impact on him.
He absorbed the cold air, and it was perfectly integrated a few days ago and became a part of his body. Did this cold air bring any changes to Mo Qing?
My father's words echoed in my ears: "Everyone is a star in the sky. When a person dies, his stars will become meteors and fall from the sky. If you get the inheritance of that meteor, then you may get some of that person's life.
ability."
Is the coldness I got a result of someone’s ability in life?
Could it be that what I got was not only the cold air, but also some influence from the dead person?
Do those skilled fighting skills and that extremely cold heart belong to that person?
If so, whose inheritance did you get?
Are there people in the world who regard life and death as nothing?
Mo Qing felt that his heart was actually cold enough, but compared with the situation just now, he was just a kind little sheep.
During this battle, something unknown seemed to begin to awaken in Mo Qing's body.
Mo Qing breathed out hard and rubbed his head. He had no idea about this matter for the time being, so he had better not think about it for now. It wasn't a bad thing anyway.
He turned to look at the body of the thin man next to him. This first-level boxer had just died by his own hands. Just now, he only wanted to get rid of the enemy. Now it seems that this matter is a bit troublesome.
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