"Bang!"
A loud noise erupted from the hall.
Crow grabbed a stone pier with his left hand and ferociously smashed it towards Nie Kuangtu.
Nie Kuangtu was not to be outdone, throwing a punch that instantly turned the stone pier into flying rubble, leaving the scene in utter disarray.
Taking advantage of the dust and ash, Crow held a dagger in each hand and charged at Nie Kuangtu.
Nie Kuangtu’s ears twitched slightly, imdiately guessing Crow’s whereabouts.
As Crow struck, Nie Kuangtu abruptly crouched and dodged the short blade in Crow’s left hand.
Just then, Crow’s voice suddenly appeared; he gripped the dagger in his right hand like a Throwing Knife, swiftly flicking his wrist. His target was not Nie Kuangtu, but Mo Han!
Crow was a clever man; he knew that the seemingly harmless fellow before him was the greatest threat. If he could take him out, he was sure he could escape with his own skill.
At the sa ti, Nie Kuangtu gripped his knife, pushed off forcefully with his right foot, and bolted towards Mo Han in an angle defying physics. That was his target.
Indeed, this was the strategy communicated through a glance with Crow.
They had pretended to attack each other, causing Mo Han and the others to lower their guard, and then, at the opportune mont, sought to take down Mo Han.
It must be said, both n were indeed masters among masters; both the timing and angle of their strikes were spot on.
Especially Nie Kuangtu, his spinning charge aid at Mo Han’s back took everyone by surprise.
As Crow’s thrown dagger was about to strike Mo Han’s chest, Mo Han, as if he had foreseen it, shrugged his shoulder and narrowly dodged, his body brushing against the edge of the blade.
Almost simultaneously, Nie Kuangtu’s knife struck from behind as well.
"Die!"
Nie Kuangtu bellowed, seemingly seeing Mo Han being cleaved in two by his Sparrow Return move.
However!
He was disappointed.
Mo Han, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, simply extended two fingers and caught Nie Kuangtu’s knife between them.
It didn’t budge an inch!
This scene took place in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was stupefied.
Nie Long had always thought of himself as a martial arts prodigy, sure that given five years, he could enter the Great Grandmaster realm.
But after seeing Mo Han’s move, he completely fell apart.
He knew he had lost fair and square. Forget about himself, even if his foster father and the elite squad of the world’s top ten rcenaries joined forces, they couldn’t kill Mo Han, let alone him.
Nie Feiyang’s mouth twitched incessantly, murmuring, "Impossible! Impossible!"
Mo Han’s strength was beyond his imagination. Just what level was he at? My father even used his ultimate move, Sparrow Return, yet he didn’t even react?
Wei and Xiao Zhang, on the other hand, looked at Mo Han with admiration. Martial Artists always worshiped the strong.
Mo Han’s performance today would seem incredible to anyone from any branch.
"Mister Mo is so strong! Could his rank be Earth Rank already?"
Xiao Zhang muttered to himself.
Wei nodded seriously, "You’re not wrong, I really think it’s possible!"
"Playing gas and still not honest..." Mo Han shook his head and said with a hint of regret, "Well, I guess I’ll have to show you how to play!"
As he spoke, he twisted his fingers and a silver needle pierced into Nie Kuangtu’s back.
Nie Kuangtu hastily retreated several steps, keeping his distance from Mo Han, took a couple of deep breaths, and felt utter despair. He had used all his tactics, yet he still couldn’t kill his opponent.
Just as he was contemplating how to escape with his son, suddenly, his hand once again involuntarily twitched.
"Damn it!"
Nie Kuangtu uttered lowly, hastily searching for the silver needle in his body.
Crow, unaware of Nie Kuangtu’s abnormal condition, approached and said in a deep voice, "Mister Nie, this ti I will go for the low strike, and you attack..."
"Pfft!"
Before Crow could finish his sentence, Nie Kuangtu’s dagger stabbed directly into his chest.
"Nie! Kuang! Tu! You... you betrayed !"
Crow grabbed the handle of the blade, his face a mix of rage. He had never expected Nie Kuangtu to strike at him in that mont.
"I... I didn’t, it’s not ! It’s not !"
While Nie Kuangtu insisted, the knife in his hand kept twisting.
In an instant, the bright red blood soaked Crow’s clothes, and blood gushed from the wound in his chest like a fountain.
"Sha! You are a disgrace to martial artists! Nie Kuangtu, may you die a horrible death!"
Crow used his last bit of strength to shove Nie Kuangtu away harshly, his body swaying as if he might collapse at any mont.
Nie Kuangtu, with nothing to say in his defense, found his limbs beyond his control.
Swoosh!
Jut then, a silver needle flickered past Nie Kuangtu’s eyes and embedded itself into the back of Crow’s neck.
Crow’s body trembled; to his terror, he discovered that he couldn’t control his own limbs.
His right hand pulled the dagger from his chest, and blood shot out.
Like a puppet being pulled by strings, he walked stiffly towards Nie Feiyang.
"No!"
In that mont, Nie Kuangtu finally understood Mo Han’s intention.
The devil!
That was the devil!
Nie Feiyang seed to sense the danger and imdiately tried to run, but by then he had already been bound by a seal, and it was impossible for him to walk, let alone run.
"Crack!"
Crow’s knife sliced through Nie Feiyang’s throat, and then Crow collapsed like a broken puppet.
With his eyes wide open as he died, he still didn’t understand how he could have been controlled by soone.
Just then, Mo Han looked at Tang Guowei beside him and smiled slightly, "Old man, did you get all that on cara?"
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