"Threatening ? Interesting! Really interesting!"
Tao Donghao laughed, his tone sarcastic as he said, "I’m so scared, big brother, please don’t hit , okay? I was wrong..."
"Hahaha!"
The lackeys behind him burst into laughter. Young Master Tao really knew how to play people; he was actually humiliating soone like this.
"Mo Han, be mindful of your strength,"
Just then, Luo Ning spoke up, "Don’t beat him up too badly, dical fees are pretty expensive..."
Huh?
The crowd was taken aback upon hearing Luo Ning’s words.
Did this gorgeous woman really have so much faith in her boyfriend?
That Wang Shaowei was a three-ti freestyle fighting champion, his skills were top-notch. Was she not afraid that her boyfriend would get hurt?
"Okay, I’ll try my best."
Mo Han nodded and replied.
This "I’ll try my best" left the onlookers even more astonished.
Weren’t you, kid, a little too arrogant?
Not to ntion other things, Tao Donghao had five or six people on his side, and you were alone. As the saying goes, two fists can’t beat four hands; how could you possibly win against them alone?
Moreover, there’s a top-notch expert like Wang Shaowei!
Nearly everyone present didn’t have high hopes for Mo Han; in their view, Mo Han was rely showing off in front of the beautiful lady.
The only exceptions seed to be Luo Ning and Liu Yuanxi, who didn’t show much reaction.
Luo Ning had witnessed Mo Han’s skills many tis. Dozens of thugs ard with blades and clubs were no match for him, let alone these riffraff.
Liu Yuanxi squinted her eyes, watching Mo Han’s actions with interest.
She wanted to see if Mo Han was truly as Han Feng, the president of Jiangling Martial Alliance, had said—the number one master in Jiangling City.
"Motherfucker, call you fat and you puff up with anger!"
Tao Donghao’s smile instantly froze, and he then coldly shouted, "Take him down!"
As his words fell, besides the arms-crossed Wang Shaowei, the other four charged with swinging fists.
Mo Han stepped to one side, avoiding the first person. He casually picked up a cup from the table and smashed it hard on the man’s head.
"Bang!"
The sound of shattering ceramic and coffee spurting in all directions.
The man who had charged forward crumpled to the floor instantly.
The other three slowed their approach, seeing Mo Han’s ferocity.
"Damn it, get moving!" snapped a frustrated Tao Donghao, pushing one of his n. "All the money I spend on you slobs, and you can’t even fight? Go!"
Reluctantly, the three n rushed forward.
Mo Han showed no rcy, swiftly bringing down two n with a chop of each hand, then with a backhanded elbow knocked out the last one.
The whole process took less than the blink of an eye. The crowd hadn’t even caught the details when they noticed the three n already down on the ground, motionless.
"His movents were crisp and fluid, as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water."
Liu Yuanxi silently appraised him, "Just based on skills, he’s no less than myself."
"I’ve misjudged you, you really are a master."
Wang Shaowei, with his hawkish nose, snorted coldly, his eyes dagger-like on Mo Han, "But this ends here. With your ability, you can’t possibly..."
Smack!
Before Wang Shaowei could finish his sentence, a crisp slap rang beside his ear, followed by a sharp pain across his face.
He instinctively touched his cheek, his eyes burning with rage, "You dare hit ?"
Smack!
Mo Han backhanded another slap, evening out the print on both sides of Wang Shaowei’s face.
"So what if I hit you, shut up!"
"Fuck your mother!"
Enraged, Wang Shaowei swung a fast hook punch in retaliation.
There was no denying that Wang Shaowei’s combat skills were comndable.
His hook punch was incredibly quick, aiming for the soft spot under Mo Han’s arm.
Those who knew martial arts were aware that aside from the throat and groin, the weakest part of the body was where the joints connected; especially the underarm, which was very fragile. A severe hit there could instantly incapacitate soone.
Wang Shaowei’s plan was simple: disable Mo Han’s offensive capabilities first, then torture him slowly in front of Luo Ning.
Unfortunately for him, he had vastly underestimated Mo Han.
Though Mo Han was no fighting champion, he was endowed with Purple Cloud True Qi and had already reached the Innate Realm; even a Grandmaster like Nie Kuangtu was no match for him, so Wang Shaowei was nothing in comparison.
Mo Han calmly extended his right hand, and just as Wang Shaowei’s fist nearly made contact, he grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist.
With a crunch, Wang Shaowei scread in pain as his arm bent at a grotesque angle.
Everyone present froze at the sight.
They all thought Mo Han stood no chance against a three-ti fighting champion like Wang Shaowei, but unexpectedly Mo Han brought him down with a single move, and it was an instant takedown, an absolute knockout.
Only then did Liu Yuanxi’s gaze finally shift.
The rest didn’t know the extent of Mo Han’s prowess, but she saw it crystal clear.
Mo Han had waited until Wang Shaowei was midway through his move before countering, using only the strength in his hand to break Wang Shaowei’s arm. Such strength was rare even on Bright Moon Island.
"You... don’t co any closer!"
Seeing Mo Han had dealt with Wang Shaowei, Tao Donghao finally panicked.
"Scared now? Weren’t you full of bluster just a mont ago?"
Mo Han approached Tao Donghao with his hands behind his back, then suddenly grabbed him by the neck and smashed his head against a tal table.
Bang!
In an instant, Tao Donghao’s head gushed with blood.
"Aah!"
So of the girls with less courage in the hall scread out, and the rest of the boys bowed their heads, not daring to provoke this fiend.
Luo Ning hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Mo Han’s arm, "Mo Han, that’s enough, any more and there might be trouble..."
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