The painfully twisted look on Mo Huai's face caught Zhou Huan's attention, and he stopped walking towards Mo Qing.
"Master Mo Huai, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Huai's face turned red from suppressing it, and he waved one of his arms unnaturally, saying: "It hurts! It hurts!"
"It hurts? Is this kid's fist so powerful? Can it actually make a second-level boxer feel pain?"
"It's not the ordinary kind of pain, it's a heartbreaking pain, and...it's also so cold, biting cold!"
"Bitterly cold? What's going on? The temperature here isn't high!"
Zhou Huan no longer dared to move forward, but stayed there, looking at Mo Huai nervously. If Mo Huai couldn't defeat Mo Qing, then things would be in trouble today.
Mo Huai waved his arms in pain to relieve the pain. He had time to answer Zhou Huan's questions carefully.
"Let me tell you!"
Mo Qing, who was opposite him, suddenly spoke and walked towards the two of them slowly.
"what do you want to say?"
Zhou Huan and Mo Huai both changed their expressions at the same time.
"What did you say? Today is the day you two die!"
Mo Qing's body jumped up, rushed forward, and punched Mo Huai.
Mo Huai hurriedly resisted and punched each other, and the two fists clashed together again.
The heartbreaking force came again, Mo Qing's strength was not very strong, at least not enough to cause any harm to Mo Huai.
But it was this kind of force that made his muscles and bones twitch!
It's like a punch, but there are a few needles hidden inside. The fist doesn't cause any harm to you, but the needles make you bleed!
And what’s even more terrible is that this needle is made of ice!
The biting cold air made Mo Huai's arm muscles tremble and beat unnaturally.
After a punch, Mo Qing retreated again, but this time, Mo Qing's retreat was smaller. After all, Mo Huai's arm was in pain and he didn't have much strength.
Mo Huai's face was a little distorted, and he howled at Mo Qing: "You brat, if you attack like this, your arm won't get any rest, and it will break sooner or later. Don't think that you can eat because of your weird strength."
It’s decided on me!”
"Really? Then we might as well try it!"
Mo Qing's arms were also shaking, but he still jumped forward, clenched his left fist, reversed the punch, and punched Mo Huai again!
Boxers have a habit of punching. If they are used to punching with their right hand, they will punch with their right hand. If they are used to punching with their left hand, they will punch with their left hand.
But Mo Qing had just attacked with all his strength with his right fist, and now he switched to his left fist, which surprised Mo Huai.
He is good at right-handed boxing, and his left-handed boxing is basically just for supporting purposes. He is very unaccustomed to Mo Qing's attack.
But when Mo Qing came to attack, he couldn't ignore it. Momentum was very important when boxers were fighting each other. If he dodged and escaped, he would most likely be pressed and beaten next. Mo Huai didn't dare to do this.
So he had no choice but to choose to fight Mo Qing again.
"boom!"
The two people retreated at the same time. This time, the distance they retreated was almost the same.
Zhou Huan could see clearly from the side that while Mo Qing was attacking with his left hand, his right hand was still shaking around to relieve the pain from the previous attack.
It was as if two people were controlling Mo Qing's hands, with his left hand attacking and his right hand busy recovering.
Sure enough, Mo Huai's combat effectiveness dropped again, and he was already on par with Mo Qing. Instead, Mo Qing pounced on him again like a madman, this time using his right hand.
"Mo Huai! You're finished! Ice-cold spiral!"
A faint layer of white air loomed over Mo Qing's fist. With one punch, Mo Huai felt that he was about to collapse.
madman!
A complete lunatic!
How can there be such a life-threatening attack? Doesn't this guy even know about fatigue and pain?
"Bang bang bang!"
Mo Huai's advantage from the beginning has turned into a disadvantage, and he is retreating steadily under Mo Qing's continuous attacks!
But Mo Qing became more and more courageous as he fought, attacking wildly with his left hand, recovering with his right hand, attacking wildly with his right hand, recovering with his left hand, and moving his hands alternately. Gradually, he no longer retreated.
"Mo Huai! Haven't you realized it yet? Then come again!"
With Mo Qing's roar, Mo Huai finally lost the ability to continue attacking Mo Qing, and had to dodge and retreat.
As soon as he retreated, Mo Qing was unyielding and quickly bullied him. He followed him with a small uppercut with his left hand, forcing Mo Huai to defend with his left hand.
A punch hit Mo Huai's arm. What was accompanied by bone-chilling pain was that a layer of deadly frost condensed rapidly on Mo Huai's arm.
"Wow! What the hell is this!"
Mo Huai's arms felt numb. How could there be ice condensing on his arms?
"Ghost thing? Ignorant trash, this thing can turn you into a ghost!"
Mo Qing is confident enough, Zhou Huan is vulnerable, and Mo Huai is on the verge of collapse under his own tactics. Next, Mo Qing will be sure to end the battle without probably needing three punches.
"Zhou Huan! You bitch, if you don't come, we will both die here!"
Mo Huai howled. He was originally the kind of person with little ability, but now facing Mo Qing's desperate attack, he felt fear and screamed at Zhou Huan.
Only then did Zhou Huan wake up from a dream, and he realized that Mo Huai could never be defeated.
Mo Huai may not necessarily die if he is defeated, because after all, his surname is Mo, and he and Mo Qing belong to the same family. This surname is his talisman.
But Zhou Huan is different. He is just a foreigner. Last time, Mo Qing planned to kill him, but Mo Lan stopped him. This time, Mo Lan will never appear again, and no one can save him.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing, a good-for-nothing, would become like this after not seeing him for a short period of time. Zhou Huan screamed strangely from the side and pounced on Mo Qing.
When Mo Qing saw Zhou Huan rushing towards him, there was a trace of determination in his eyes. Zhou Huan must be eliminated!
And as long as Zhou Huan is dealt with and Mo Huai is left alone, he will never stand a chance.
So Mo Qing temporarily gave up the attack on Mo Huai and turned to attack Zhou Huan.
After Zhou Huan came up, he punched out with both fists like raindrops. He was also very smart. He knew that at this time, he had to entangle Mo Qing first so that Mo Huai could take a breather, and then the two of them would attack Mo Qing in a flanking attack.
But after he punched continuously, he discovered that Mo Huai was actually holding something there and had no intention of intervening.
Zhou Huan's heart suddenly became cold, what did Mo Huai want to do?
He wanted to ask, but Mo Qing didn't give him a chance to ask. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhou Huan's energy was exhausted, he suddenly approached Zhou Huan, and after two consecutive feints, he cut Zhou Huan's neck with a hand knife.
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Zhou Huan covered his neck with his hands, his tongue stuck out, and his body retreated repeatedly. He could no longer breathe.
But his eyes were still looking at Mo Huai.
He was still counting on Mo Huai to save him, because he believed that if he died, Mo Huai would never end well.
But he was horrified to see that Mo Huai fiddled with his waist and actually took out a soft sword!
Mo Huai actually used a weapon!
There is an unwritten rule on the vast continent, that is, boxers are not allowed to use weapons. There is a story behind this matter.
Those formal boxing schools, as well as many families, all abide by this rule.
Only those who go wild will use weapons.
At least in the Mo family, children are never allowed to use weapons, and the elders of the family also set an example by not using weapons.
Once someone is caught using a weapon, the punishment will be absolutely terrible. No one dares to take a step beyond that.
But today, Mo Huai asked Zhou Huan to buy him some time, and in addition to recovering, he also took out his weapon!
Zhou Huan wanted to say something, but he had no chance. Mo Qing pounced on him like a leopard, and a fist quickly enlarged in front of Zhou Huan's eyes.
"boom!"
The metal glove hit Zhou Huan's face hard, and a sharp pain penetrated into his mind. Zhou Huan instantly lost consciousness and fell straight back.
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