Zhao Risheng looked at Li Mo, rolled his eyes several times, and sneered.
"Mo Zifei, could it be that you were afraid, surrendered, and were willing to give up your position as the God of War?"
Mo Zifei said angrily: "When did I say I was afraid? It was you who said this was not a challenge from the God of War, and it wasn't me who said that."
"Haha, I, Zhao Risheng, just want to challenge you to fight the God of War. I thought so just now and I think so now. There are enough people here and the conditions are met. Mo Zifei, if you don't dare to leave, just let the God of War out. Take the position!"
Zhao Risheng made a new decision after seeing Mo Zifei suffer losses continuously at his hands and his confidence greatly increased.
As for Li Mo, he didn't take it seriously at all.
Just a little kid, so what if he beats him
"Zhao Risheng, if you are willing to issue a challenge to the God of War, then I will accept your challenge immediately!"
Zhao Risheng said loudly: "I do!"
"Xiao Mo, step back!"
Mo Zifei took a few deep breaths and walked towards Zhao Risheng.
After receiving two punches from Zhao Risheng, his blood boiled and he felt extremely uncomfortable. Now he felt it was difficult to breathe every time he moved.
Li Mo reached out to hold him, and Mo Zifei immediately felt a refreshing flow of air flow out of his body, and the boiling blood immediately calmed down.
Mo Zifei looked at Li Mo in surprise. Li Mo nodded and retreated.
"Wait a minute, according to the rules of the Military God Challenge, someone from both you and I must be responsible for recording. I have someone, but where are your people?"
"Yan Feng can do it, I'll ask him to come up right away!"
Zhao Risheng couldn't wait any longer. He made a phone call and called Yan Feng back downstairs.
"Don't worry, I can't lose this time, he's too far behind me!"
Zhao Risheng looked confident. Even Mo Zifei's strongest Qizhongshan posed no threat to him. He couldn't think of any attack that Mo Zifei could use to defeat him.
"Mo Zifei, the power of your Mo Family's Five Layers Mountain is indeed quite good. It's a pity that you met me, Zhao Risheng, and you are doomed to fail miserably. I, Zhao Risheng, awakened to this heaven-defying physique five years ago. From then on, I have never been able to No one can hurt me."
"Today, I will avenge the third child and take away your position as the God of War!"
"It's useless to talk anymore, come here and fight!" Mo Zifei waved to him.
"Hey, you want to die, I'll make it happen for you!"
Zhao Risheng ran quickly towards Mo Zifei. His attack method was very direct, attacking with all his strength without any defense.
"Seven Mountains!"
Mo Zifei's hands spread out like a peacock's tail, and with an extremely unreal movement, he thrust his palms into his chest.
Instead of pushing forward with horizontal palms like last time, it’s a straight thrust with vertical palms!
"useless!"
Zhao Risheng still refused to hide and punched Mo Zifei. His tactics were very simple. If you hit me, I will hit you. If you don't stop, both sides will be injured. My body can recover quickly. But not you!
Simple, direct and brutal!
boom!
Chi—
Zhao Risheng punched Mo Zifei and knocked him back five steps. Mo Zifei's palm also dug five holes in his chest. However, visible to the naked eye, the five bloody holes were healing at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Zifei opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Compared with Zhao Risheng's injuries, it was obvious that he suffered again.
"Come again!"
Mo Zifei shouted and rushed forward.
Mo Zifei used his palm, and Zhao Risheng punched him. However, this time Mo Zifei was smarter and did not confront him head-on. Instead, he used his body skills to fight with him.
Unlike the third brother Zhao Haisheng and the eldest brother Zhao Tiansheng, Zhao Risheng does not know Tiger King Fist. In terms of boxing and kicking skills, he is not as good as Zhao Haisheng. His strength is the Holy Body of Light, so his attack method has always been to exchange blood for blood and tooth for tooth. , head-to-head with opponents.
"Since he was very young, my brother has been carefully cultivated by the family as a peerless genius. Although my third brother's talent is not as good as that of my eldest brother, he can still be regarded as a rare genius. The second genius of the Zhao family has been famous since he was a child. Unlike me, I have been famous since I was a child. He was treated as trash by his family.”
Zhao Risheng suddenly punched out and knocked Mo Zifei back: "I practiced harder than anyone else, but my achievements were not as good as those of my eldest brother and third brother. Originally, I thought that this would be the case for my whole life. Unexpectedly, a serious illness five years ago actually awakened my super-strong physique. Hahaha, Mo Zifei, I may not be as strong as my eldest brother, but compared to my youngest brother, there is a world of difference. You If you fight me, there is no chance of winning!"
"So much nonsense!"
"I just want you to understand a few more things before you die. Okay, from now on, the game time is over!"
Zhao Risheng sneered, took out a yellow medicine, and injected it into his arm.
When it comes to medication, he is more bachelor than his brother, he doesn't hide anything, he is upright.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
After Zhao Risheng was injected with the yellow medicine, the muscles all over his body bulged and he looked stronger than a bodybuilder.
"Let me tell you clearly, the medicine I use is different from the one my brother uses. If ordinary people take this medicine, nine out of ten of them will die on the spot. Only I with a special physique can survive. Not only does this medicine not shorten my lifespan, The side effects will also increase my physical ability several times.
"Whether it's speed or strength, or the ability to resist blows, it's all improved!"
Zhao Risheng's steps moved slightly, and his movement speed increased several times compared to before the yellow potion was injected. He punched continuously, and his attack speed also increased significantly.
Mo Zifei was forced back by Zhao Risheng until he was forced to the wall.
The attack of a level 4 strongman could easily penetrate the walls of this building. Mo Zifei could not retreat any longer, or he would fall from the building if he retreated any further.
Mo Zifei couldn't help but ask Li Mo: "Why is it useless?"
Zhao Risheng was startled: "What do you mean?"
"Die to me...ah-"
Just when Zhao Risheng was about to give Mo Zifei the final blow, a strong pain suddenly came from his chest. He couldn't help but scream and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, foaming at the mouth and twitching all over.
This change was so sudden that everyone was shocked.
"It's really effective." Mo Zifei let out a long sigh.
Except for Li Mo, no one knew what he was talking about.
In fact, when Mo Zifei fought against Zhao Risheng for the second time, Li Mo used his spiritual consciousness to tell him the weaknesses of the elementary Holy Body of Light.
Mo Zifei's strong palm of the Seven Layers Mountain was not just a simple palm, there were more than a dozen bullet fragments in his palm.
The Holy Body of Light has a very strong recovery ability. Even if it is only at the elementary level, it can be cut with a knife, stabbed with a sword, or even shot with a machine gun or bombed with a cannon. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be fully recovered in a very short time.
But if there are more things in the body, it will be different.
A bunch of bullet fragments were stuffed near the heart. The Holy Body of Light had a strong recovery ability, but no matter how strong it was, it could not digest the debris in the body.
If you are facing a top-level light holy body expert who cannot be killed by beheading or even cutting their corpses into pieces, the best way is to penetrate their bodies with dozens of indestructible hard objects. As long as there are As long as something remains in their bodies, their bodies cannot recover perfectly.
Mo Zifei shouted: "Zhao Risheng, can you admit defeat?"
"I give up, save me, save..."
Zhao Risheng was foaming at the mouth and in excruciating pain. His bodybuilder-like muscles had long since disappeared. The injection of medicine to increase the body's basic energy was destined to not last long. It was already very good if it could last for just one minute.
Mo Zifei held the dagger in his hand and looked at Li Mo: "No matter what you do to this body, you won't die, right?"
Li Mo nodded.
Mo Zifei's confidence greatly increased, he walked up to Zhao Risheng and stretched the dagger towards his chest and heart.
"What are you going to do!" Yan Feng shouted in fright.
"If you don't want him dead, don't say anything."
Mo Zifei wiped his sweat and used a dagger to cut out a large piece of Zhao Risheng's heart. The bloody scene almost made Yan Feng faint from fear.
The bullet fragments were all on the piece of meat that Mo Zifei had cut off. When the piece of meat left Zhao Risheng's body, the damaged heart grew rapidly and the wound recovered rapidly. In less than twenty seconds, it was intact as before.
Zhao Risheng was lying on the ground, dumbfounded. He had never known this solution before.
If I had known earlier, why would I have waited for him to take action? I could have done it myself...
Zhao Risheng regretted that.
(End of chapter)