Chapter 373 It is very difficult to control the force to step on an ant without killing it
The black-clad killers hid themselves in the darkness, intending to follow the darkness and escape using the power of shadows.
But in front of Mo Cheng, this was just a completely unfunny joke.
The heat of the human body, the sound of the heartbeat, the active mind, and the blood of companions splashing on the body.
All of this makes the black-clad killers as conspicuous as lights at night.
"I suggest you close your eyes." Mo Cheng's voice warned in the darkness, "Because the next scene is for pornography prohibited."
The warning was for Helena and also for those black-clad killers. Mo Cheng disappeared like a ghost. Every time he appeared, a black-clad killer lost an organ of his body.
Sometimes it's the heart, sometimes it's the head, and sometimes it's the spine.
Their bodies were like wrapping paper, which Mo Cheng opened at will to take out the contents hidden inside.
The darkness could no longer conceal their figures, and the stalkers who tried to sneak into the shadow world found that the shadow world, which should have been like a fish swimming into water, was now like a quagmire, trapping them deeply and unable to extricate themselves.
Eventually, those stalkers who sneaked into the shadow world were swallowed by the shadow.
After the leader of the black-clad assassins issued the order to [retreat], he abnormally did not make any move to escape. Instead, he stood there and watched Mo Cheng slaughter all his men.
He was using his men's lives to explore the limits of Mo Cheng's power, but the intelligence he obtained plunged the leader of the black-clad assassins into deeper despair.
Even though he had undergone brutal training, he was able to continue his mission without batting an eyelid even when his loved ones died in front of him.
But when he faced Mo Cheng, faced the darkness that was once his best ally, he felt a tremor all over his body.
The hair stands on end, the muscles cramp, the fluid secreted by the stomach rushes back up the throat, and the sweat glands excrete a large amount of water out of control...
At the same time, the soul felt a chill , and the lingering chill seemed to freeze all the senses.
From body to soul, he was expressing his fear of Mo Cheng.
Why is this happening?
He shouldn't feel afraid. After going through brutal training, his emotions were so dull that they were second only to those humans who had all their emotions wiped out and were turned into puppets.
But at this moment, he was afraid.
He saw a figure from the darkness, a tall, shirtless demon with a pair of demon wings spread out behind him.
He saw a murderer holding a knife with both hands, slitting the enemy's throat, and the blood that flowed out was enough to dye the earth red.
He even saw a ball of deep purple smoke engulfing an extremely noble body, transforming it into a four-armed, eyeless monster that only appeared in nightmares.
he……
Kneeled down.
Amid the corpses of his men all over the ground, he knelt in front of Mo Cheng, kneeling in fear.
"Go ahead."
Mo Cheng stood quietly in front of the leader of the black-clad killers. He didn't need to do anything but stand there. The dark area was filled with fear as if it were a living thing.
Darkness used to be a shelter for these killers and stalkers, but when Mo Cheng stood there, darkness became the best way to spread "fear".
Those stalkers and killers who try to seek refuge in darkness will find that darkness is no longer a refuge, but a terrifying beast with sharp teeth bared at them.
"Organization name."
"night."
"Who sent you to carry out the assassination plan?"
"I don't know. The killer is only responsible for assassination."
The spirit of the leader of the black-clad assassins was completely destroyed by fear. He answered every question of Mo Cheng, but every time he answered a question, his body suddenly caved in and collapsed, as if something had bitten off the flesh under his skin.
That was a trick used by the organization to control its subordinates. Mo Cheng was very clear about this. Once someone was caught, in order to prevent the disclosure of the organization's intelligence, they would often give the leader of the team some [confidentiality measures].
Including but not limited to the poison hidden on the back teeth, the triggering keyword [Oath], and the more advanced [Shackles] that will explode directly as soon as the thought of [leaking] arises.
Each measure can maximize the execution of the task of [confidentiality] to the best extent possible.
When Mo Cheng wanted to continue asking, a red light suddenly flashed on the body of the black-clad assassin leader. Mo Cheng immediately retreated with Helena, avoiding the impact of becoming a human bomb.
"boom!!!"
There was a loud bang, followed by smoke rising up, and only a large hole was left on the spot, which showed how powerful the explosion was.
Death without an intact corpse is the best way to keep secrets.
A not-unsurprising means of maintaining secrecy.
"I know that these professional killers have strong confidentiality methods."
He sighed. Although Mo Cheng did not get any relevant information from the executor, this kind of confidentiality measure that left no trace also gave Mo Cheng a headache.
"Is it safe?"
Helena held a few charging magic scrolls in her hands and looked around anxiously, as if dozens of black-clad killers would jump out from that dark place.
"not yet."
Mo Cheng explained calmly, "Every assassination has a layer of insurance. These people are considered the second assassination, so they must also be equipped with a layer of insurance."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng turned around silently and looked, "So, you are the insurance for this assassination?"
A burly man appeared behind him, his muscles as hard as granite, he did not look like a killer at all.
At the same time, Mo Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He could feel the power of this killer.
Seventh level strength, trouble.
"You just want to hold her and fight me with one hand?"
The plain voice made Mo Cheng feel a sense of threat.
It is indeed as the other party said, facing a seventh-level person, not only is he unarmed but he also has only one hand, so there is a possibility of failure.
"Alas, there is nothing I can do."
Mo Cheng sighed, and then his empty right hand flashed with purple electric light, and he wiped it over his head, fixing his hair as if it had been coated with hairspray.
"If I don't fight you with one hand, you won't even have a chance to survive."
"After all, it is very difficult to control the force to step on an ant without killing it."
"so……"
Mo Cheng faced the other party with a fake smile, "Want to try it, using the power of ants to challenge humans?"
What answered Mo Cheng was a sharp short knife that could cut off the head.
The short knife cut through the air and slashed silently. The killer in front of him had an instant burst of speed that was even faster than that of an average seventh-level warrior.
but……
“clang!”
There was the sound of steel colliding. Before the dagger cut off Mo Cheng's neck, the Blade of the Abyss appeared first. The thick blade not only blocked the attack, but also repelled the enemy.
And at this moment, Mo Cheng swung the Blade of the Abyss, slashing from top to bottom.
Strong attack!
