Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 49
"Don't think that if you defeat Mo Lan, you can be defiant. For the sake of past affection, I will let you make the first move."

Mo Li said lightly, Mo Lin looked depressed with the lonely expression of a master.

"Okay, I will only punch you for this sentence."

Mo Lin nodded slightly, let out a soft drink, and Phantom Lost Trace suddenly activated without using any martial skills, and punched Mo Li's chest.

Mo Li smiled at the corner of his mouth, fully alert, but Mo Lin's speed was too fast, before he could react, his fists had already covered his eyes, and then he felt a bull slammed into him, and the surrounding people The world suddenly spun, and when it returned to normal, it was already lying on the ground.

One punch, eighth-level martial artist, Moli defeated!
The surroundings fell into a dead silence again.

The muscles on Mo Guangdou's face twitched violently, and the expressions of Mo Tianhu and the other elders also changed.

"So strong!!"

Only Mo Li knew how terrifying the power of this punch was.

When Mo Lin's fist struck, he felt the surrounding space suddenly filled with an invisible pressure, as if the air between the heaven and the earth became heavy.

This is the power that only martial arts experts can radiate. What shocked him even more was that Mo Lin's overwhelming punch seemed unstoppable, but it didn't cause him too much damage. This can only explain one problem, Mo Lin's control over power has reached a level that ordinary warriors cannot reach, and he has shown mercy.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Mo Lin looked at Mo Li with a faint smile on his face.

Mo Li got up from the ground, he was not injured, he hadn't released his martial soul yet, he could continue to fight, but he had no fighting spirit in his heart, his intuition told him that even if he released his martial soul, he would be vulnerable.

"I lost."

Mo Li saluted deeply, turned around and stepped down.

"In the third match, Mo Lin wins."

The second elder gave Mo Lin a cold look, and reluctantly announced the result.Only then did the crowd regain their strength, and immediately sighed. The eyes they looked at Mo Lin became strange, and some people fell into deep thought. What kind of cultivation is this guy?
"Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness and taking action suddenly, trash is trash, and you will only use some indecent means." Mo Wu on the side snorted coldly, and he was very disdainful when he heard the discussion of the crowd.

"That's right, it must be that Mo Lin was unprepared by Mo Li, otherwise, how could he easily defeat Mo Li." Some guys standing in Mo Tianhu's camp also muttered, the voice was loud enough for Mo Lin to hear.

Mo Lin ignored the surrounding discussions, and went straight back to Mo Qingshan, waiting for the next match.

In the fourth battle, Mo Wu fought against Mo Shuang.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Mo Wu looked at Mo Shuang, who was half a head shorter than himself, and said lightly, he is a ninth-level warrior, and he is also ranked in the top ten in the entire Mojia Village. Mo Shuang fought against a seventh-level warrior in the last round. It took forty or fifty strokes for the super fighters to barely win, and their strength was at the peak of the seventh level at most. The outcome of this battle is self-evident.

"no need."

Mo Shuang shook his head with a calm expression.

"Since you don't fight, you should admit defeat early. What are you still doing on stage? It's embarrassing!"

"Yeah, wasting everyone's time, get off the stage if you don't fight, why are you still standing there dawdling!"

Many villagers began to scold. In the previous competition, some people lost without fighting, but they all consciously did not go on stage, and they immediately surrendered when they heard the opponent's name.

It's true that people are not ashamed of fighting cowardly, but it's more honorable than admitting defeat under everyone's gaze after taking the stage. Mo Shuang is obviously wasting everyone's time sincerely.

"Heh, since you admit defeat, why bother to take the stage to humiliate yourself?" Mo Wu sneered, with contempt on his face, "Get lost."

"You seem to have made a mistake." Mo Shuang didn't show any expression on his face, "The word scram seems to be more appropriate for you."

As he spoke, Mo Shuang raised his head slightly, and a terrifying power suddenly burst out of his body. A huge vortex suddenly appeared in the space in front of Mo Wuzhi. With a low buzzing sound, a deep blue halo appeared in Mo Wuzhi's eyes. Double headed.

"Soul ring! Soul Yuanjing!"

There were screams all around, Mo Wu's pupils shrank sharply, and he froze on the spot in an instant, staring at the blue soul ring on Mo Shuang's head, his mind went blank.

Not only him, but everyone was shocked. In the soul realm, this Mo Shuang has actually stepped into the realm of a martial artist. This guy usually does not show his mountains or leaks, and hides it so deeply. Could it be that he just wanted to appear at the annual meeting? Blockbuster?
In the Soul Origin Realm, besides Mo Jiao, Mo Shuang seems to be the only one in this generation of Mo family.

"Humble and humble, such a disciple is the future of my Mo family, Mo Shuang, not bad."

An elder couldn't help blurting out, many people thought of Mo Shuang's usual obscurity, and then recalled Mo Jiao's arrogance and superior arrogance in the past few days, and their eyes suddenly became strange.

Mo Tianhu's face was gloomy, and he was very unhappy. Mo Shuang's sudden outburst undoubtedly made him very embarrassed. However, thinking of Mo Jiao's twin martial souls, this guy is worse than his daughter after all, and the expression on his face softened again. few.

"Ancestors of the Mo family, as a Mo family, you must be humble and self-respecting. I said not to fight because I am afraid of you, but because I want to see your attitude. This will determine how I will end the battle. You really let me down. You dare to say 'Get lost' to me, then I will return the word to you, I will count to three, and after three times, if you still don't get off the stage, I will abolish your cultivation! Three..."

Mo Shuang stared into Mo Wu's eyes, his voice was still as calm as before, but every word hit Mo Wu's heart like a giant hammer, and his intuition told him that Mo Shuang must do what he said.

"I surrender."

Mo Wu was sweating like rain. When Mo Shuang counted to two, he uttered a voice with difficulty. The previous arrogance disappeared without a trace. Facing the strong martial artist, he didn't have any courage to fight back.

"Martial arts are respected. The strong can control the life and death of others. The rules of this world are as simple as that."

Looking at Mo Shuang on the stage, Mo Lin sighed secretly. In his previous life, he practiced martial arts just to strengthen his body, but now he has become the only reliance for survival. If you are not strong, others will kill you. Stronger, the law of the jungle is bloody embodied here.

"It's kind of interesting to be humble and self-respecting."

Thinking of the four words Mo Shuang said just now, Mo Lin laughed lightly. It seems that the disciples of the Mo family are not all arrogant, and he immediately developed a good impression of him.

"Trash, what right do you have to laugh, family scum."

Mo Wu with a ferocious face just saw the smile on Mo Lin's face, he couldn't help roaring, and the loud voice resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

(End of this chapter)