Beat the Smirking Dragon King

At first, when Ma Qun heard that there was going to be a change, he was very unhappy.

Because you can't just swap people out like that.

It was as if he couldn't beat Xu Mo or something.

But then "duang~~~~~~Duang~~~~~"

Ma Qun eventually came to terms with it.

Hmm, delicious!!

It was the Dragon King who suggested the change.

Afterwards, he couldn't be blamed, right?

Xu Mo's eyes were cold, and he didn't stop just because Ma Qun left.

Instead, he took advantage of the fact that the guy wasn't prepared.

He kicked him hard in the back.

Taken by surprise,

Ma Qun was kicked several meters away.

Although it wasn't serious,

it wasn't pleasant either.

Lin Fan glared fiercely at Xu Mo.

“Are you even going to talk about it?”

How can this come out of your mouth?

Who was the one who started it all by not talking and just hitting?

Xu Mo was speechless and had to pretend he didn't know this idiot was the Dragon King.

“I am the law!”

Xu Mo didn't want to waste any more breath on him.

Killing intent surged, his gaze turned cold.

Lin Fan got furious too.

If Ma Qun couldn't beat Xu Mo,

it doesn't mean the Dragon King can't beat him.

The title of the Dragon King,

wasn't something he was bragging about,

it was something others recognized.

Lin Fan lifted his leg and wanted to kick Xu Mo hard.

At the same time, Xu Mo lifted his leg too.

Even a little faster than Lin Fan.

Both sides unleashed the same power simultaneously.

The only difference was,

when Lin Fan hit Xu Mo, Xu Mo didn't feel any pain.

But when Xu Mo hit Lin Fan,

Lin Fan felt real pain.

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

After competing in leg strength, they moved on to fists.

The fast and heavy punches created explosive sounds.

A punch worth a thousand dollars, you might say!

Xu Mo's ancient martial arts, Bajiquan, at perfect mastery level.

Even in his prime, with Lin Fan at his peak,

he would have to retreat.

“What kind of fist technique is that?”

Lin Fan couldn't help but ask.

Xu Mo became more and more fierce.

It was as if he didn't feel any pain.

The Dragon King had suffered a lot of pain in his life,

but he always endured.

Only this time,

he used every ounce of his strength.

Every punch he threw used his entire strength!

And even so,

Lin Fan's fists and legs were in pain.

Every so often, he would wince.

But Xu Mo's face showed no sign of pain.

Lin Fan didn't feel like he was pretending.

This guy didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

That's why Lin Fan couldn't help but ask.

How can you hit me and I don't feel anything, but I hit you and you feel pain?

Isn't that cheating, huh?

How the hell am I supposed to play?

Play your mom!!!!

“The Dog Punch, meant for hitting dogs.”

Xu Mo grinned, taunting him.

Lin Fan felt like he was humiliated.

“Alright! You want to die, huh! I'll grant your wish!”

Lin Fan's eyes were wide with fury.

Adrenaline surged!

The pain on his body was temporarily delayed.

But for Xu Mo,

it didn't matter.

He didn't need to surge any adrenaline.

He just didn't feel any pain.

Lin Fan hitting him,

was like a girl gently hitting him with her tiny fists.

That was Xu Mo's actual feeling.

If he said that to Lin Fan,

once Lin Fan knew the truth,

tears would probably fall.

Damn, that's disgusting.

The pressure was now on the Dragon King.

When Ma Qun faced Song Ligang,

he felt a lot less pressure.

“Heh, damn! That's life-threatening! Luckily, the Dragon King volunteered to fight that playboy, or my arms and legs would probably be crippled.”

Ma Qun thought with relief.

Dealing with Song Ligang was challenging,

but not as much as dealing with Xu Mo.

Damn!!!!!

When fighting Xu Mo, Xu Mo didn't know how to write the word 'pain'.

It was just a one-sided beating.

How was he supposed to handle that?

You’d think Xu Mo had high defense and low attack, which would still be acceptable.

But, damn, he hits hard and takes hits like a tank.

How is that even fair?

Ma Qun would rather take on two Song Ligangs

instead of fighting Xu Mo.

“Strange, I wonder what identity the boss’s brother has.”

Even Song Ligang couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

The only thing certain was:

Xu Mo wasn't as useless as the rumors said.

The better Xu Mo performed,

the more worried Song Ligang became inside.

If his sister, Song Yuqi, could be with Xu Mo,

it wouldn’t be impossible.

Maybe next life.

This life, forget it.

It was just too hard.

On the other side,

Zhou Qiaoqiao was speechless, her mouth almost forming an 'o' shape.

Xu Mo's punch speed was incredibly fast.

From her perspective, she could only see the shadows of the fists.

And the explosive sounds in the air,

were a constant reminder to everyone.

That punch was powerful.

One punch could kill you.

This punch is twenty years of skill, can you handle it?

The walls on both sides had various size dents.

In reality,

Xu Mo and Lin Fan’s combat power was almost equal.

Xu Mo's Bajiquan at perfect mastery,

was a bit more vicious than Lin Fan's ancient martial arts.

But unfortunately,

Xu Mo also had Golden Bell Cover and Iron shirt skill.

Not only could he fight, but he could also tank.

He was practically a combat monster.

As time went by,

Lin Fan was covered in injuries, his bones slightly shifted.

Hitting Xu Mo,

was like hitting a steel plate.

“What the hell have you been practicing!”

Lin Fan roared in anger, punching Xu Mo in the stomach.

Xu Mo didn't dodge, he withstood it,

with strength even stronger than Lin Fan’s,

he punched Lin Fan’s abdomen back.

BOOM!!!!

A loud, muffled sound echoed.

Lin Fan felt his stomach turned upside down,

even his stomach acid was about to flow into his throat.

If there were visual effects,

stars would probably be floating above his head.

“Wanna learn? I'll teach you.”

Xu Mo said indifferently.

The more Xu Mo acted like nothing happened,

the angrier Lin Fan felt inside.

“Dragon----- cough cough, boss, hurry up and leave! The police are here soon!”

Ma Qun shouted at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan got the hint.

“You think you can come and go as you please?”

Xu Mo's tone was cold.

In the past, for the sake of the plot, he could endure.

But not if they touched his people!

If they wanted to do anything,

they should do it after he left this world.

After all, it's just a novel world.

He won't be here anymore, so those things won't happen, right?

But, then again!

As long as Xu Mo was still here,

he wouldn't just watch Lin Fan hurt his people.

His parents and that devil woman.

As for the others,

those were the main characters.

The protagonist was too dumb to hit the main characters.

It would ruin his impression.

Even if he didn't leave a good impression,

he should at least not leave a bad one.

The Dragon King wouldn't be that stupid.

“Stop, stop right now!!”

A harsh female voice rang out.

Several police officers rushed in.

Two against two.

Lin Fan and Ma Qun weren't opponents.

It was even harder to escape.

Xu Mo and Song Ligang could both keep them here.

Lin Fan and Ma Qun hadn't thought about finding an opportunity to escape.

If they couldn't beat them, they would just run.

There was no shame in that.

They would come back for revenge later.

But the awkward thing was,

they couldn't win,

and they couldn't escape.

From start to finish, it was incredibly humiliating.

“If you don't stop, I’m going to shoot!!”

Yang Jingxuan pulled out her gun, her tone very stern.

She was daring enough to draw her weapon.

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