"Another thorn player?" Chen Mo looked at the short thorns on the man's hand and said, "One or two?"
"Don't think it's a big deal to kill a green-faced man. He's not even a big deal in our tomato orchard." The man flicked the short thorn in his hand and drew a slender crack on the ground at his feet.
"That's not what I'm asking." Chen Mo was a little speechless. In that case, let's get rid of him first. He happened to be the right-hand man of the monk who broke the precepts. If he got rid of one of them first, his own affairs would be easier to deal with.
Without any premonition, in this alley, Chen Mo suddenly rushed forward, which really made the man a little surprised: Are you going to take action now?
Chen Mo rushed in front of the man and aimed the knife at his neck. The man tiptoed and slid out. The short thorn in his hand hit Chen Mo's chest at a tricky angle. A sharp blast of true energy hit him.
It flies away like an arrow from the string.
At the same time, Chen Mo's body twisted to the right and turned sideways in a large circle. The thorny air did not hit Chen Mo's body and flew towards the void. After flying a certain distance, he disappeared without a trace.
Chen Mo turned his body and leaned against the wall on the right. Using the wall as a fulcrum, he suddenly lunged towards the man. The man did not expect that the boy would react so quickly and avoid his blow without any injuries.
Looking at Chen Mo who was suddenly approaching again, he leaned back. Chen Mo's hand knife was close to the man's face, and the knife in his hand made a cut on his cheek.
The man endured the sting on his cheek and stabbed upward with the thorn in his hand. With a "pop" sound, the palm holding the thorn was held by Chen Mo's other hand, and the thorn just happened to be inserted between Chen Mo's fingers.
He came out and almost stabbed Chen Mo in the body.
The man's mouth curled up: "Do you think I can't stab you like this?"
"Oh, really?"
The conversation only lasts for a moment.
Taking advantage of the momentum of his sudden advance, Chen Mo did a front somersault, flipped forward, and brought the man up by the way. He swung out a large semicircle, like hitting something, using the man's palm as the fulcrum, his arm as the pole, and the man's whole body as the racket.
Shoot to the ground.
The man felt that the world was spinning, and he was about to hit the hard ground. His other palm suddenly hit the ground, and he used his two feet as a fulcrum. The "bang" sound was very loud this early in the morning.
"Who are you, fighting in the alley so early in the morning? I was tired all night last night and didn't let anyone rest!!"
A loud voice came out from the yard next to it, causing both of them to be silent for a moment. The man looked up at Chen Mo's abdomen. Where he had just stabbed him, he saw a hole in his clothes, and there was only a hole inside.
There were little bloody punctures, but there was no scene of blood flowing out after being pierced.
Did you dodge it?! Or was the power of your attack too weak?
Now was not the time to think about it in detail. As soon as the yelling and cursing in the yard stopped, the two started fighting again.
Chen Mo's hand firmly grasped the man's hand that was holding the thorn. The two of them were just an arm's length away from each other, punching and kicking each other. The movements of their feet did not stop, and there was a dull sound of beating.
, accompanied by their momentum, one after another sprang out from between the two of them, flew to both ends of the alley, or hit the earth walls on both sides of the alley and dissipated. Fortunately, the movement was not very loud.
Yan Yu, who was standing not far away, was blown tight by the wind and waves, and muttered in a low voice: It's so cold.
"Is it really a short thorn?" Chen Mo still thought that he would secretly help someone, or even more, but until now, he had never seen him bring any accident to him.
The man's face was heavy. Only now did he clearly feel that his opponent's aura was far stronger than his own.
Not every person in the Three Realms can sense the opponent's general aura as quickly as Chen Mo. The Three Realms also have their own advantages and disadvantages. Obviously, this man is much worse in front of Chen Mo.
The two of them stepped on their feet at the same time, and each of them used their own strength to attack the other. The two fists collided, and there was a "click" sound of bone cracking, and they both retracted their hands at the same time.
The man's mouth twitched, and the arm facing him trembled slightly under his own restraint.
"It hurts." Chen Mo looked at his cheek that was suppressing the twitching, and said lightly: "The protector of the monk who broke the precepts is nothing more than that, I am a little disappointed."
"Who the hell are you?!"
The man asked in a low voice. He was the one who kicked the iron plate today. Fighting against him reminded him again of the pressure he felt when he first challenged the monk who broke the precepts. They were in the same three realms but were completely different opponents. Everywhere.
After being defeated by the monk who broke the precepts, he was not killed, but became his subordinate. With his assassination ability and management ability, he became his right-hand man and prospered in the tomato garden.
My best skill is the unpredictable short stab. I didn't expect to be restricted by this guy from the beginning. I couldn't use it at all. I was limited by more than half of my ability, not to mention that my strength was weaker than the opponent.
"Does it matter who I am? Since this is just a thorn in your side, I won't go with you." After Chen Mo finished speaking, his eyes narrowed.
"If you have the ability, let go of my other hand! I haven't shown my ability yet." The man said solemnly, trying to get a chance for himself. According to his experience, such a young and capable opponent will definitely
They are very conceited, and it is not their style to kill an opponent who has not shown their strength at all.
"Let me go, you can't do anything to me. You are too weak. You are weaker than the people I met before who also used short thorns. They can also use three short thorns, but you can only use one. It's boring."
Chen Mo's words were like a thorn in a man's hand, piercing his self-esteem step by step. The so-called murder and heart-wrenching were nothing more than that.
"I'm still in a hurry, so I won't play with you."
Chen Mo pressed his hand hard, and there was another crackling sound, and the bones of the man's hand were crushed by him.
"Ah!" The man couldn't help it and cried out in pain: Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the routine?
After crushing his bones, Chen Mo punched him in the chest, causing his screams to stop abruptly. Chen Mo didn't want to alarm the others.
There was another sound of bones breaking, and before a burst of hot blood from the man's chest could spurt out, he was knocked away by Chen Mo. Chen Mo grabbed the short thorn that the man had dropped, jumped in front of the man, and pierced it into his heart.
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"You...you don't have martial ethics." The man glanced at Chen Mo with regretful eyes, said something incomprehensible, and died.
Without even looking at it, Chen Mo returned to Yan Yu who was shivering over there and said, "Is it so cold?"
"It wasn't cold at first, but after you blew me off like that, I felt cold again."
"Let's go."
"Um."
As soon as Chen Mo left the foot of the mountain, the back door of the small courtyard was opened, and a woman holding a kitchen knife walked out of the back door, cursing: "Who is so wicked, not letting anyone sleep so early in the morning?"
Have a good sleep?!”
The woman looked left and right, and there was no one in the back alley of the courtyard. No, there was one, already lying on the ground. The woman walked over angrily, and looked at him lying on the ground, her eyes widened, and there was something beside her head.
There was a large pool of blood, and he said, "It's so unlucky to see a dead person so early in the morning."
"Hey, isn't this the fat monk's lackey?" The woman looked at the man with a somewhat uncertain look. Who here would be so bold as to dare to attack the fat monk's people, so she took a closer look.
"It's true!" The woman took a kitchen knife and looked around, but saw no one. Then she spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the dead man's face. "He died well."
After that, the woman ran back to her yard dejectedly, locked the back door with three "click, click, click" sounds.
.....
The fat man followed the people from Happy Square to the entrance of the busiest casino in Red Persimmon Garden. It was the most popular place. It was still early in the morning and the gamblers who played until late at night had just dispersed, so it was relatively quiet.
The entrance to the casino is a three-way intersection, with a relatively large open space. Surrounding the casino are restaurants and brothels, which are completely designed for gamblers. If you are tired of gambling, there will be good food and wine waiting for you. If you are tired of gambling, there will be good looks.
A beautiful girl will give you a massage to relieve your fatigue, as long as your wallet is full enough.
"Wait here, our boss hasn't gotten up yet." The people from Happy Place asked the fat man to wait at the street intersection, and he went back to sit on a chair at the entrance of the casino.
The following melon-eating crowds occupied a good position one after another. Although the scene soon ended with an unchanged ending, it might as well let these loyal melon-eating crowds witness whether the fat man could still stand up.
No, today is the last day for that fat man. All his companions have followed, obviously they don’t want to live anymore. Today, this group of melon-eating people will finally witness the final curtain call of this infatuated fat man.
"He is really a person who is so infatuated that he is stupid. His classmates are also stupid. Is it worth it to end up like this for a woman?"
"Perhaps this is the famous and upright sect that those people call it. I'm curious as to what kind of force has such a disciple, and how could it have fallen into such a state."
"Well, if you're going to die, what's the use of all that so-called fame."
"This may be the biggest difference between our group and them."
"I wonder if that woman feels guilty. She dragged her companions into the abyss alone."
Everyone was lamenting that it had been a long time since they had seen such a scene of true feelings, and it was incompatible with the atmosphere here.
The fat man stood at this intersection and looked at this familiar three-story gambling building.
"Back here again."
The fat man, covered in bandages and without a coat, spoke in the cold wind without a single tremor.
"It starts here and ends here, monk who broke the precepts, did you do it on purpose?"
This is the place where Fatty first came to ask for someone. At that time, there were several of his senior brothers beside him, but they were all dead. Only he returned to his residence with only a pound of flesh missing.