Chapter 60 60. Only Those Who Can Receive a Punch Are Qualified for Dialogue

The fist penetrated Naraka's body, and the combination of holy light and fire elements burned blazing holy flames, completely purifying and stripping away the life force in this body.

Naraka's body was cremated by the white holy flames, leaving only a slight amount of black ashes.

"Huh, useless little trick."

The heart shrank suddenly, breaking the blade that pierced the heart, and then the muscles squeezed it out. Naraka's knife was faster and sharper, but the wound was also extremely smooth. It was not difficult to tighten the muscles to seal the blood spurt.

When he was in [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng often encountered opponents who targeted human beings' fatal weaknesses. The heart, the center of the human body and the source of power, was the favorite part of attacks by those opponents.

Therefore, Mo Cheng has considerable experience in resolving attacks to the heart.

As long as the heart is trained to be stronger than the muscles of the body, strong enough to pinch muscles, strong enough to resist death, then the weakness will naturally no longer be a weakness.

The dragon bloodline gives Mo Cheng a physique equivalent to that of a young dragon, and the toughness of his heart can even withstand violent beatings of 500 beats per minute.

In fact, when Mo Cheng was severely injured and the berserker's blood exploded with full force, Mo Cheng's heart beat even more than 1,500 times per minute.

Rather than saying that the thing inside Mo Cheng's chest is a heart, it's better to call it an [engine].

As the source of Mo Cheng's strength, it has nothing to do with [weakness]. Being pierced by a blade?

Then use your strongest muscles to pinch it off!

The wound that penetrated his chest quickly healed as before. Due to the characteristics of the berserker's blood, although Mo Cheng's clothes were in tatters and bleeding from many places, they were only superficial injuries.

"I hate opponents with knives who always ruin my clothes."

With this level of damage, it would take at least a full day for the clothes on your body to recover.

Using his hands to straighten the staggered bones on his body, Mo Cheng suddenly said: "Two of you, have you made a decision after looking at it for so long?"

"Are you going to take action? Or just leave?"

While fighting Naraka, Mo Cheng could feel two powerful auras coming from the edge of the battlefield.

Without knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend, Mo Cheng had no choice but to use [Wild Beast] to smash [Zen] to pieces, and then sent out a powerful punch to kill Naroka.

If he didn't do this, if the person coming was Naraka's teammate, he wouldn't be able to survive a three-on-one situation.

"I am the head of the Enforcement Corps, Margaret Lauren Frost."

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Margaret took the lead in identifying herself outside Mo Cheng's attack range, "Thank you for taking action just now, the law enforcement team and the knights are catching these prison escapees."

The smoke and dust raised by the battle gradually fell to the ground with Naraka's death, and two figures emerged from the dissipated smoke.

Mo Cheng stared at the huge figure, not only the other person's extraordinary figure, but also Mo Cheng's [feeling].

He [felt] the power contained under that huge body, felt the hidden animal nature of the other party, and could even feel that he was like an outsider who had broken into the beast's territory.

It’s the scent of [the same kind]!

"Hey!"

Thunder exploded, and before the roaring sound swept over, the huge fist hit Mo Cheng first.

Mo Cheng concentrated his mind and calmed down, all his power and power converged, and his mind entered a state of extreme tranquility [Zen].

Then the [Beast], unwilling to be saved or tamed, broke through the Zen state with violence and rage, bursting out with overwhelming power.

[Wild Beast] pushed Mo Cheng's power to a whole new level, one that exceeded the maximum power his body could bear at the moment.

"Come and fight!"

The body could not bear it, and the bones of his arms exploded outwards. At this moment, Mo Cheng was like a bomb mixed with bone and flesh.

Crazy, facing such a powerful person, Mo Cheng used all his strength to punch beyond the limit, using rage as the first driving force. At this moment, absolutely no one can stop him.

Absolutely not!

Fist to fist, a duel of strength, the extremely dynamic collision instantly turned into extremely quiet, the wind also stopped in an instant, and the smoke was no longer qualified to leave the earth, and was suppressed to the ground.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, followed by a chain reaction of continuous explosions. Mo Cheng's right arm couldn't bear its own strength and exploded crazily, until the entire arm was blown into a pulp.

But Ralph didn't feel well either. He only felt a force that penetrated his arm like a spear and went straight to his back. All the bones, flesh, and even blood vessels along the way were destroyed by the penetrating force, eventually causing a huge cavity-like wound on the back.

His right arm exploded. Mo Cheng held his right shoulder with his left hand. How could he restrain him with his incomplete arm? "Fuck Holy Light, please repair my arm!"

The holy but dazzling holy light lit up, and the outline of an arm was vaguely seen being born in the holy light. In just a few seconds, Mo Cheng had reorganized the arm, and the unquenchable flame of war was once again ignited in his eyes.

"Come on, keep fighting!"

No matter who it was, the other party had already aroused his fighting spirit.

The next thing is extremely simple and direct, just to determine the winner.

"Ralph, stop it!"

The two of them fought so quickly, and Ralph's actions were so sudden that even Margaret couldn't react. When she reacted, Mo Cheng had already lost an arm.

Margaret immediately stood in front of Ralph, with her back to Mo Cheng, and the sword in her hand unsheathed: "He is not an enemy, and I will not allow you to use force unscrupulously!"

"Ha, Margaret, you should look back at the priest's eyes. He is like a hungry wolf who wants to bite me at any time. He is not an ordinary person."

Ralph did not continue the attack, and did not even pay attention to the hollow wound on his back. He pointed his thumb at himself and introduced himself: "I am the Grand Master of the Knights, Ralph. Priest, your skills are very good. , are you interested in joining our knights?"

The Knights believe in selecting elites, and only those who can withstand a punch from Ralph without falling down in terms of combat effectiveness are eligible to join.

The blow just now was just the most basic [greeting] among the knights, but Ralph did not expect that even if he fought an opponent who was infinitely close to the [hero] level, Mo Cheng still had the ability to inflict damage to him.

"Being able to emit output that exceeds the average [hero] level, as well as that powerful holy light, how about coming to my place and being your deputy leader?"

The fist fight just now made Ralph understand a lot of things. For example, the priest in front of him had an output that exceeded the average [Hero] level, and he could do it at least twice in a short period of time.

And the purity of the holy light is comparable to that of the Bishop of the Glorious Cathedral in Fairhaven. He can regenerate an arm in just a few seconds, and his recovery power is astonishing.

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