Finally, someone shouted in surprise, breaking the eerie silence.
The people around him immediately seemed to be going crazy, screaming and losing their voices.
"Qin Ming actually slapped Mo Long? What...what's going on?"
"Why can't Mo Long block Qin Ming's palm?"
"It's fake, it must be fake!"
"Am I hallucinating?"
"Mo Long is the genius of the clan, how can he not be able to accept that slap?"
No one could accept it and kept shouting and screaming.
Zhuang Taiqing frowned and stared at Qin Ming.
Zhuang Hongyan here also has an incredible expression.
"Molong, are you okay?" a banker shouted.
"I...I'm fine, I was careless, I was careless..." Zhuang Molong came back to his senses, gasped, touched his slightly swollen cheek, his eyes were full of anger and hatred.
This face is so embarrassing!
"I think it's better if you don't let me go. Otherwise, if the fight continues, I'm afraid you will be defeated directly and there will be no room for you to fight back." Qin Ming said calmly.
"Bastard!" Zhuang Molong was furious and shouted: "How can I, Zhuang Molong, be compared to you, a bastard who doesn't even deserve the surname Zhuang? I was just careless! You continue to do it! I told you to do it
I want you to come!"
"Since you are so stubborn, I won't be polite!"
Qin Ming shouted deeply, walking a little faster, people were coming towards this like a hurricane.
Ridiculously fast!
"What?"
Zhuang Molong's expression changed, and he suddenly realized something was wrong, and hurriedly raised his hand to fight back.
But he saw Qin Ming coming towards him to kill him with his fists like rain.
Zhuang Molong raised his fists and kicked his feet, intending to fight back with offense instead of defense, but he parried several moves and received several punches all over his body. The severe pain almost made him go into shock. In desperation, he could only give up the attack and try his best.
Defense.
But even so, it won't last long.
In less than a minute, Zhuang Molong's body was bruised and swollen, with bruises everywhere.
He couldn't stop Qin Ming's stormy offensive at all.
His defenses were all flawless in front of Qin Ming.
If you continue, you will definitely die.
"Damn it!! Drizzle Sword Technique!"
Zhuang Molong let out a roar and suddenly drew his sword. The shadow of the sword was like rain, and he killed Qin Ming.
Qin Ming retreated hurriedly.
But the terrifying sword shadow still left a thin and shallow sword mark on his arm.
A little blood spilled out.
"mean!"
Zhuang Nanfei here immediately shouted angrily: "Qin Ming didn't even use a sword! But you used a sword! How despicable! Zhuang Molong, if you win the duel like this, you won't win with force!"
"What is victory without force? Did I say you are not allowed to use swords? As long as I don't violate the rules, who cares? Qin Ming, suffer death!"
Zhuang Molong roared, one man and one sword, rushing towards Qin Ming like a hurricane.
