There has been no news about Mr. Mo since the Cangnan Martial Arts Gathering. Therefore, many people feel that Mr. Mo does not really exist because the rumors praise Mr. Mo too much.
If there really is such a person, wouldn't he be a god?
After all, Cheng Yikui has lived a long life, and his experience is not comparable to that of a radical young man like Cheng Mu. He looked at Mo Hai with burning eyes, wanting to see through Mo Hai with his eyes that have read countless people, but unfortunately, Mo Hai stood there
In front of him, it was like a bottomless abyss, which he couldn't see through at all.
This made Cheng Yikui even more solemn.
"You said you are Mr. Mo, how can you prove it?" Cheng Yikui didn't dare to be careless. There are some things that you would rather believe than not.
"If you don't believe it, you can give it a try." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Grandpa, don't be afraid of him, he is just alarmist." Cheng Mu shouted.
"Mr. Cheng, this boy is young. Even if he is a martial arts genius, he cannot be your opponent. I hope Mr. Cheng will avenge my son." Xiao Hengjiang also said at the side.
Cheng Yikui didn't say anything. He had his own concerns. If he is still so impulsive at his old age, his life will be in vain.
However, it was impossible for him to just say a few words and be silenced by Mo Hai so that he dared not move. The current plan was to confirm Mo Hai's identity.
"Okay, let me show you what you're capable of." After much hesitation, Cheng Yikui said, anything can deceive people, but strength cannot deceive people. Cheng Yikui made up his mind, if Mo Hai is really better than him
If he wanted to be powerful, he would have to beg for mercy. If Mo Hai was not his opponent, then there was no need for him to be polite.
"This is not a suitable place for us to compete in martial arts. Let's find a quieter place. There are many people talking and it will be disgraceful if you lose." Cheng Yikui said.
"No need, just stay here. It's easy to deal with you, so why bother." Mo Hai said calmly.
One sentence made Cheng Yikui's face turn blue and purple. He was very unhappy. Mo Hai didn't take him seriously. After all, he was the ancestor of a martial arts family and was famous in the martial arts world. Mo Hai
It's so disrespectful to our seniors.
"With a little effort? What do you think I am? I'm afraid even the mythical experts of Chinese martial arts, Ye Wufeng and Long Wentian, would not dare to say such big words." Cheng Yikui said in a deep voice.
"Those people you mentioned, in my eyes, are no different from you. They are all like ants. How much strength do you think it takes to deal with an ant?" Mo Hai said with a smile.
Cheng Yikui was so angry that he was breathing heavily. He had never seen such an arrogant person, and he was still such a young person. Cheng Yikui was so angry that he wanted to teach Mo Hai a lesson right away. He really couldn't understand how there could be such an arrogant person in this world.
It’s okay not to take such a madman into your eyes. He actually doesn’t even pay attention to those who are at the top of martial arts such as Ye Wufeng and Long Wentian.
"Okay, let me see how you can deal with me with just a raise of your hands." After Cheng Yikui finished speaking, he asked the people around him to step aside. The aura of his peak transformation realm suddenly exploded, like an invisible force gathering together.
It turned into a tide and pushed around, making onlookers feel even more depressed.
"Grandpa, kill him directly." Cheng Mu felt his grandpa's powerful momentum and shouted excitedly.
Xiao Hengjiang couldn't help but be shocked. This kind of momentum, even ten meters apart, would make a person breathless. It would be better if he did it. Xiao Hengjiang couldn't help but sneered viciously, feeling that Mo Hai would definitely die this time.
Mo Hai had no choice but to tell his identity, but Cheng Yikui still wanted to seek death. He was not even in the divine realm, but he still wanted to come and compete with Mo Hai. First post
Mo Hai's eyes contracted, and in an instant, his gaze became as sharp as a knife, and a murderous intention directly enveloped Cheng Yikui. Cheng Yikui's expression changed, as if his neck was clamped severely by iron pliers, making him breathless.
"How is it possible?" Cheng Yikui was a little panicked in his heart. A real master can intimidate his opponent with his momentum alone. The momentum Mo Hai exuded was so murderous that he was like a god of war who stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The enemy's eyes are full of blood, terrifying and violent.
Under Mo Hai's overwhelming pressure, Cheng Yikui's momentum was suppressed to death. As soon as his momentum weakened, Cheng Yikui's mentality collapsed.
Mo Hai suddenly took a step forward and came towards Cheng Yikui.
Mo Hai and Cheng Yikui were clearly more than ten meters apart, but Mo Hai only took one step and came to Cheng Yikui like a ghost.
"You..." Cheng Yikui was about to speak, but saw Mo Hai raise his hand and slap him.
He panicked and quickly evaded, but it was already too late. Mo Hai's overwhelming murderous intention was not a simple one. It was naturally not difficult to suppress a martial artist.
Cheng Yikui felt that his body was suddenly out of control, and he could only watch helplessly as Mo Hai slapped him, and then his body lightened up and flew out lightly, and finally landed on the concrete floor more than ten meters away.
At this time, Cheng Mu and Xiao Hengjiang were dumbfounded. How could Cheng Yikui, a powerful man at the peak of his power, be beaten like this?
Of course, some onlookers who don't know Cheng Yikui's strength think that given his age, Cheng Yikui is no match for Mo Hai, a young man. It is reasonable and not worth making a fuss about. If a young man cannot beat an old man,
That's what should make a fuss.
"Now, do you believe it?" Mo Hai looked at Cheng Yikui and said calmly.
At this moment, Cheng Yikui was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. At his level, nothing is more important than face. Today, in public, he was slapped away by Mo Hai. This kind of humiliation has never happened in his life.
What was even more unacceptable to him was that he had been studying martial arts for many years and finally reached his current level of cultivation. He was just around the corner from the divine realm. However, he did not expect that after more than seventy years of hard training in martial arts, he could still achieve it.
Not as good as 1% of a young man, this was such a huge blow, Cheng Yikui's mentality completely fell apart with Mo Hai's slap.
"I don't believe it. I was careless just now. I want to fight you again." Cheng Yikui suddenly stood up and said somewhat crazily.
When people live in this world, sometimes, face is indeed more important than life.
Cheng Yikui wants to regain his face and fight Mo Hai again.
But, he didn't know that he was not even qualified to fight Mo Hai again.
Mo Hai's face darkened. Mo Hai had done everything he needed to say and prove, but Cheng Yikui still didn't know how to praise him.
There is no need for Mo Hai to be polite to people who don't know how to praise them.
"Since you don't believe it yet, there is no need to believe it." Mo Hai said calmly, and then used his hand to make a knife, and the spiritual power surged, gathered into a bright cold light, and struck Cheng Yikui.