The difficulty of the sixth and seventh levels was far beyond Xia Qi's imagination. The moment she saw Mo Yan fighting on the field, she froze on the spot and couldn't help but wonder, if she were fighting down there, would it be right?
He would be killed in an instant. The guy fighting Mo Yan in the sixth level looked like an ordinary person, but he had no expression, no words, and a big scar on his face. He punched Mo Yan one after another like a living dead.
Yan, like the god of death, only knows how to fight.
Xia Qi opened her eyes nervously. Such visual stimulation was exciting. Not only that, Mo Yan's skills were as ghostly and as fast as lightning.
The man was extremely tall. He weighed nearly 200 kilograms and was as big as a sumo. In Xia Qi's eyes, fat people usually react very slowly. Not only was the fat man in front of him not slow, but he was agile. However, the strong man in front of Mo Yan
She was also a bit dissatisfied, and she realized how merciless Mo Yan was when she and Mo Yan started fighting.
The fat man glanced at Mo Yan and attacked.
Mo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his body slightly to the left, lowered his body, and passed under the fat man's armpit. Then he formed a fist with his right hand and swung it towards his chest. He originally thought that the fat man would be hit in the chest.
The bones cracked. Unexpectedly, the fat man turned around skillfully, made a fist with his left hand, and collided with Mo Yan's fist in the air. Xia Qi almost heard the sound of bones breaking.
Mo Yan's evil side face almost fell into darkness, with a smile on his lips, bloodthirsty and murderous, exuding a powerful aura belonging to Mo Yan.
Xia Qin's expression changed, and she leaned forward, feeling excited all over. Watching a showdown between strong men and strong men, all the muscles in his body would wake up, and then they would be excited, trembling, and excited.
Compared to Mo Yan's calmness, the fat man was not inferior at all. He didn't know who was more seriously injured just now. Xia Qi didn't have time to see the situation of the two of them clearly, and the two of them started fighting each other again, without giving each other a chance to breathe.
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Mo Yan's face turned cold, and he stepped forward, hitting the fat man with a series of iron fists like a jack. At this moment, Mo Yan was like the God of War possessing him, and his speed increased by two stages compared to the beginning. No, it was even faster. It was too late.
Judging, the fat man lost to Mo Yan in terms of speed. He had no time to react. Every fist of Mo Yan hit the fat man.
The fat man seemed to be irritated, and used his height advantage to prepare to suppress Mo Yan. Mo Yan couldn't tolerate his counterattack, so he spun his heel, put his right foot on the wall, and jumped behind the fat man to strangle him.
The fat man's neck was twisted violently. Xia Qi guessed that the battle was over. Unexpectedly, the fat man held Mo Yan's elbow with both hands and was about to twist it off. Mo Yan kicked him in the abdomen and retreated.
Stay two meters away.
The reaction was extremely quick, leaving Xia Chen dizzy.
Mo Yan started his next attack. He quickly ran behind the fat man, jumped up suddenly, grabbed his arm and spun around in the air. He forcefully removed the fat man's right hand, and then struck with an iron fist.
He punched him in the chest. The punch was strong enough to shake the fat man's internal organs. However, Mo Yan became more and more cruel. He swept his long legs and kicked him in the lower abdomen. Before Xia Qi had time to see Mo Yan clearly,
How did he get behind the fat man, and saw that the fat man's back and spine were twisted up by Mo Yan, and the fat man died instantly.
The entire fierce physical fight lasted less than three minutes.
Xia Qi's little heart was beating so fast that it almost lost its frequency, and two words kept beating in his mind: Strong!
The only thing that surprised Xia Chen was that from beginning to end, the fat man never even hummed? Was he hypersensitive to pain? Or was he unresponsive?
The man in front of him didn't even take a breath.
Xia Qi had serious doubts. Mo Yan was the God of War, and there was an evil and cold wind blowing around him. Although Xia Qi didn't do anything, her calves were numb as she stood, "Mo Yan, why doesn't that man feel pain?"
A human being knows pain, unless he is not a human being and clearly has the appearance of a human being, so what is he if he is not a human being?
His indifferent eyes glanced at the corpse in the middle of the field. It was so dark that he couldn't see the color clearly. Mo Yan suppressed the violent storm in his eyes. He actually ended the game like this. How is it different from trash?
"There are no pain nerves."
He didn't know why he wanted to explain to Xia Qi, but he didn't resent Xia Qi's question. This deathknight, he would tell Fu Siyang how much of a failure it was. It only lasted three minutes, so let's not worry about it for now.
, the appearance is really bad, the man who swears by it should commit suicide to apologize, so as not to be embarrassed.
"Let's go to the seventh level now?" Xia Chen raised his eyes and looked at the man behind him who was rolling up his sleeves. Is it okay to fight continuously?
"Don't worry, I won't let you do anything. You can just stand aside and watch." This man has always been expressionless when speaking.
Her purple eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she saw the devil.
She did not refute Mo Yan's words, because what Mo Yan said was not true. Even if she wanted to help, she could not do it because her body was overwhelmed by the poison.
Mo Yan didn't pass the seventh level because he didn't change the password and directly locked the pause. Although he really wanted to see Mo Yan's powerful skills again, he never thought about asking Mo Yan to risk his own life for acting. This man is so capable.
Cruel, she finally understood it, and directly removed his arm, and shattered the bones in his chest with one punch.
"Mo Yan, you came to the island by yourself. I have passed the training and can join the mafia."
She didn't let him meddle in her own business. Since he did it on his own, he didn't break the rules.
"You can't wait." Mo Yan raised one eyebrow, and the cold mist surrounded his eyes, making Mo Yan's purple eyes even more evil and wild. In just one sentence, he ignored Xia Qin and walked on foot.
Go forward.
Xia Qi ran a few steps to catch up with him, "You can't keep your word! I have served the mafia for five years, and you set me free." That was the only reason that could support her to continue to be strong, otherwise she would not want to leave the island.
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Apricot eyes were filled with strong persistence and stubbornness, and Mo Yan compromised with those eyes.
"I have not denied your ability. Xia Qi, if you pass the last test, you are welcome to the Mafia." Mo Yan remained calm and unbuttoned his chest at will, revealing his bronzed and muscular body.
The chest is sexy with a hint of indifference. This man is cold, powerful, and scary!
In fact, with Xia Chen's qualifications, you don't need to worry about that assessment. But "What?"
"By asking this, are you reminding me that you want to go through the back door?" The tone was mocking and disdainful, with a cold rhetorical question. Xia Qi knew that she had crossed the line and did not say anything. After a while, Mo Yan said coldly, "