Zhao Rishen roamed his eyes over him then sneered.
“Mo Zifei, if you’re scared, say you lost and give up the Army God title!”
Mo Zifei snapped, “Who’s scared? You’re the one who said this was not an Army God challenge.”
“Ha-ha, I changed my mind. I want to challenge you for it here and now. There are enough people here to adhere to the conditions. Mo Zifei, if you don’t accept, hand the title over!”
Seeing how he pushed Mo Zifei back with every hit, his ego got a boost and decided to go the distance in the spur of the moment.
As for Li Mo, he fell beneath his radar.
Could a pup do anything else than just tickle him?
“Zhao Rishen, since you want my title, come and get it!”
Zhao Rishen smiled, “I will!”
“Step aside, little Mo!”
Mo Zifei took deep breaths and walked to Zhao Rishen.
Just two of Zhao Rishen’s fists were enough to make even moving painful and threw his blood circulation out of whack.
Li Mo helped him over and Mo Zifei felt a refreshing feeling spreading throughout his body, settling down his errant blood flow.
Mo Zifei watched Li Mo shocked, but only received a nod from the latter.
“Wait, according to the rules, both sides need to have someone recording this. I have, but what about you?”
“Yan Feng will do. I’ll call him right away!”
Zhao Rishen was hasty, calling Yan Feng back before he could even reach the ground floor.
“No worries. I won’t lose. He’s far beneath me!”
Zhao Rishen was confident. Mo Zifei’s Sevenfold Mountain was no threat and could think of no way Mo Zifei could ever turn this into a win.
“Mo Zifei, your Fivefold Mountain is great indeed. Too bad you met me, your nemesis. I have awakened this godlike body five years ago, and no one could harm me ever since.
“I will now have my revenge for third brother and steal your Army God title!”
“Enough talk! Let’s fight!” Mo Zifei beckoned him.
“He-he, my pleasure!”
Zhao Rishen ran for Mo Zifei. His style was simple, pulling all his focus into attacking and disregarding defense completely.
“Sevenfold Mountain!”
Mo Zifei spread his arms then brought his palm to his chest in a fancy manner.
Only this time he was pointing his fingers toward the enemy!
“Useless!”
Zhao Rishen swung his fist at Mo Zifei. He was aiming to trade blow for blow. If the opponent didn’t dodge, they would both sustain damage, but he would recover from it while the other would keep on building!
Simple, straight, and crude!
Thump!
Whoosh~
Zhao Rishen sent Mo Zifei back five feet with his punch, while the latter bore five holes into his chest, healing in moments.
Mo Zifei spat blood while Zhao Rishen was peach perfect.
“Again!” Mo Zifei roared.
Mo Zifei struck and Zhao Rishen punched. But Mo Zifei was smart this time, not meeting him blow for blow and incorporating footwork into his attack style instead.
Unlike his brothers, Zhao Risheng didn’t learn Tiger King Fist. He was beneath Zhao Haisheng in terms of fist arts, but his ace was Sacred Light Physique. This made his style turn into blood for blood, tooth for a tooth, meeting everything head-on.
“When I was very young, eldest brother was an amazing genius carefully raised by the clan. I and third brother weren’t up to his level, but we were still amazing in our own right. They have earned a name for themselves since then, unlike me, who the clan treated like trash.”
Zhao Risheng’s punch forced Mo Zifei on the retreat, “I’ve trained harder than anyone, but never managed to catch up to my brothers. I used to think this is all I’ll ever amount to. But five years ago, I fell gravely ill and forced my body to awake. Ha-ha-ha, Mo Zifei, I am not as strong as eldest brother, but third brother is not my match. You have no chance of beating me!”
“Cut the crap!”
“I’m only letting you die with an appeased conscience. Play time’s now over!”
Zhao Risheng snorted and gave himself a shot in his arm with a syringe containing a yellow drug.
He was far more open with this than his little brother, not hiding it in the least.
Boom~
His muscles exploded in size, more than doubling.
“Let me tell you. This drug is different from what my brother used. This drug will kill nine out of ten people, but only my special body can take it. It not only comes without side effects, it boost my power many times as well.
“Be it speed or power, even toughness, everything rises!”
Zhao Risheng lightly stepped and showed incredible speed. He launched a flurry of fists to show off his attack speed.
Mo Zifei was pushed back again and again, into the wall.
A fourth level could easily punch through such a wall, but Mo Zifei would be taking a dive if he went through it.
Mo Zifei asked Li Mo, “Why doesn’t it work?”
Zhao Risheng was startled, “What are you on about?
“Die… ahh~”
Zhao Risheng was ready to send Mo Zifei away with a final fist, but a sharp pain laced through his chest. He fell back and held his chest, like he was having an epilepsy attack.
The sudden turn of events had everyone dumbstruck.
“It did work.” Mo Zifei sighed.
Only Li Mo knew the meaning of those words.
In their second round, Li Mo used his divine sense to whisper Mo Zifei the weakness of the Sacred Light Physique.
Mo Zifei didn’t just strike with a Sevenfold Mountain five finger stab but also shot a dozen bullet fragments covering them into his body.
A beginning stage Sacred Light Physique could withstand blades, a machine gun, and even a cannonball. Regardless of the gruesome wound it had, it would always recover in a short while.
All that change if the body had foreign objects.
With fragments lodged inside him, Sacred Light Physique could do nothing against them no matter how strong it was.
A peak Sacred Light Physique could recover even dismembered, or decapitated. The best way to deal with it was to borrow hard objects into it. With these items in the way, the body could never recover to its peak.
Mo Zifei shouted, “Zhao Risheng, do you admit defeat?”
“I do, now save me…”
Zhao Risheng was frothing and wailing in pain. His perfect muscles were now gone, since the drug didn’t last, only working for around a minute.
Mo Zifei held a dagger and looked at Li Mo, “He won’t die no matter what I do to him, right?”
Li Mo nodded.
Mo Zifei’s confidence soared and planted the dagger in Zhao Risheng’s heart to the hilt.
“What are you doing!” Yan Feng wailed.
“If you want him to live, shut up.”
Mo Zifei wiped his brow then gouged a big hung of flesh from Zhao Risheng’s heart. The gore and blood made Yan Feng’s head swoon.
The bullet fragments were all in this piece of flesh. With them out of the way, Zhao Risheng’s heart recovered and his wound closed in less than 20 seconds.
Zhao Risheng lay there dumbstruck. He never knew that was all it took.
He’d done it himself if he did…
Zhao Risheng was now truly regretting his actions.
