Chapter 220: Immersed in the Glory (Kill) of the Past
"Fight your mother!"
Mo Cheng did not hesitate to give his answer to the guy who wanted to take him back to be used as a guinea pig for research experiments.
"Provoking me will only cause you more unnecessary pain."
Ichikiel disappeared, and his huge left arm was across Mo Cheng's abdomen, fixing him. Then, his right arm ruthlessly stabbed into Mo Cheng's back, trying to pull out Mo Cheng's spine.
The Inquisition was well versed in the human body, and as its deputy director, Ichkiel naturally knew that when a person's spine was severely injured, there were only two possible outcomes.
Death, or waste.
Many times, these two results can be lumped into the same category.
But Mo Cheng is not a helpless weakling, and he will not accept defeat just like that.
Using his waist and core strength to leverage Ichikiri's left arm, he barely completed a forward flip, while at the same time kicking Ichikiri in the face with his feet from bottom to top.
At the moment of the impact, he used his own holy light to offset the opponent's holy light, and then the power of thunder and fire elements poured into Ichikiji's head, causing it to explode before the opponent could react.
"boom!!!"
As if a bomb had exploded in his head, thick black smoke came out of Ichikiel's seven orifices. Mo Cheng, who dodged the killing move and fought back, cautiously distanced himself and did not continue to attack.
Because he could sense that this attack merely caused damage to the enemy, and not even a serious injury.
The power of the triple thorn halo was activated at this time, and Mo Cheng's brain seemed to be hit head-on by a cannonball, but the consequences of the counterattack did not bother him at all.
I don't know when it started, but Mo Cheng's eyes became calm, like a mirror, without any emotional ups and downs at all.
“Pah, pah, pah!”
Izekiel clapped his hands in praise. Even though he was in the enemy's position, he couldn't help but admire the counterattack. "Very powerful physical skills. In my triple thorn field, not only can you resist the killing moves that are one level stronger than yours, but you can also counterattack fiercely. Even in the Church of Light, you should be the best one."
The hasty counterattack obviously could not cause effective damage to Ichikiel . From the fact that the Holy Flame on the opponent's body had already materialized into full body heavy armor, it could be seen that Ichikiel had profound attainments in the [Holy Flame Body Tempering Technique].
Paladin has never been a profession with weak physique.
A strong man with a strong physique, high level, and even sufficient combat experience, and whose main feature is attack and counterattack, is a hopeless hostile to any enemy.
But Mo Cheng is not an ordinary person. Ichikiel is very strong, but not so strong that he is afraid.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he used the mental martial art Zen to suppress all the negative emotions in his body. The negative states brought about by various counter-injuries were equivalent to nothing to him.
"Ichikiel, stop wasting time with nonsense. From now on, I will attack with all my strength and kill you with all my might!"
Mo Cheng's arrogance caused the deputy director of the Inquisition to laugh out loud, "Kill me? Can you do it?"
He had a mocking smile, but Izekiel was secretly on guard in his heart. This person, who had never appeared in his sight, was aware of all his methods and even broke several of his planned schemes.
Combined with the previous offensive, which was able to hurt him and at the same time resist the counterattack from the Triple Thorn Field, the deputy director of the Inquisition had to admit that the boy in priest clothes in front of him was a formidable foe even if he was an enemy.
"I think I can give it a try."
As he finished speaking, Mo Cheng took off his priest robes to reveal the vest underneath. In the following battle, this attire began to interfere with him.
Then, Mo Cheng's body began to grow larger, his bones changed, dense scales appeared on his skin, ferocious horns grew on his head, and the nails on his hands gradually became sharp enough to easily tear steel.
Ichikiel's eyes changed from surprise to solemnity. He had already figured out what Mo Cheng was. "Dragonborn? Not quite. This feeling is much purer than Dragonborn."
He suddenly realized that the elements of the young man in front of him were so complex that it was tragic. The holy light of the clergy, the elements of the caster, the power of time from unknown sources, and this violent aura that was purer than that of the Dragonborn.
Even the experienced Deputy Director of the Inquisition only had one question in his mind: "Why hasn't this thing exploded yet?"
A clear murderous aura flashed, and Mo Cheng's offensive began.
Like the sea, like a huge wave, Mo Cheng's attack burst in. The violent power was unprecedented, and the murderous aura of swallowing the sky not only broke Zen's state of mind, but also shocked Ichikiel.
"What!?"
"roar!"
Kill! Purely fast and strong, Mo Cheng used all his strength when he turned into a dragon. Even though Ichikiel was mentally prepared, he could not have expected Mo Cheng's punch to be so fast and so violent.
What he couldn't have expected was the murderous aura that frightened him.
What on earth is that?
Ichikiri didn't know. He could only feel the wailing of countless dead souls in Mo Cheng's murderous aura. Powerful lives ended here, ancient creatures came to an end, and even the eternal world was ruined.
In the midst of doubts and confusion, Ichikiel was immediately hit hard.
"It's not enough yet! Come again!"
After the first punch, there was a wilder, faster, and stronger punch, which hit Izekiel's chin from bottom to top.
Broken!
It was Ichkiel's jaw, his skull.
After this attack, Mo Cheng's offensive paused for a while, and then an immense murderous aura surged in. He was extremely crazy, and he wanted to devour Ichikiji with the most evil, craziest, and most domineering power.
Completely crush and devour the abominable thing in front of you!
The Zen state of mind was completely shattered. It was more evil than Asura, more evil than Yaksha, faster than Garuda, and angrier than Vajra. He wantonly pushed his own Valley of Fury to its peak and integrated all his anger, all his love, and all his emotions into his fist.
Use your fists to fight for everything you want, and use your strength to take the lives of others.
Completely integrate your own state of mind and thoughts into your original self, the "Great Killer Monk" in the "Foreign Land" who seeks nothing but killing and power.
With the third strike, Mo Cheng hit Ichikiel on the back of the head, completely shattering his skull.
Can he realize what he wants to say?
He couldn't understand why the murderous aura on Mo Cheng was so terrifying, why Mo Cheng's power limit increased so suddenly, and he couldn't understand why his body, which could withstand several moves from Archbishop Alfonso, had his skull shattered after only three punches.
why is that?!
There is no reason. Since he can't understand Mo Cheng's [unwillingness], then what the hell is the point of [thinking]?
Izekiel, just die!
