Chapter 60 Only those who can take a punch are qualified to talk
The fist pierced through Naraka's body, and the holy light and fire elements combined to burn into a blazing holy flame, completely purifying and stripping away the vitality in this body.
Naraka's body was cremated by the pure white holy flame, leaving only a little black ash.
"Hmph, useless little trick."
The heart suddenly contracted, breaking the blade that pierced the heart, and then the muscles moved to squeeze it out. Naraka's knife was faster and sharper, but the wound was also unusually smooth, and it was not difficult to use the muscles to tighten to stop the blood from gushing out.
When he was in the [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng had encountered many opponents who targeted the fatal weaknesses of humans. The heart, the center of the human body and the source of power, was the favorite attack site of those opponents.
Therefore, Mo Cheng has considerable experience in resolving attacks directed at the heart.
As long as you train your heart to be stronger than the muscles of your body, strong enough to break the muscles and powerful enough to resist death, then the weakness will naturally no longer be a weakness.
His dragon bloodline makes Mo Cheng have the physique of a young dragon, and his heart is so resilient that it can even withstand a violent beating of 500 times per minute.
In fact, when Mo Cheng was severely injured and the Berserker's Blood burst out at full force, Mo Cheng's heart beat more than 1,500 times per minute.
Rather than calling the thing in Mo Cheng’s chest a heart, it would be better to call it an “engine”.
As the source of Mo Cheng's power, it has nothing to do with [weakness]. Being pierced by a blade?
Then use this strongest muscle to break it!
The wound that pierced his chest quickly healed. Due to the properties of the Berserker's blood, although Mo Cheng's clothes were torn and he was bleeding from many places, they were only superficial injuries.
"I just hate opponents with knives. They always tear my clothes."
With this level of damage, it would take at least a whole day to restore the clothes.
Using his hands to straighten the dislocated bones in his body, Mo Cheng suddenly said, "You two, have you made a decision after looking at it for so long?"
"Should we take action? Or just leave?"
While fighting with Naraka, Mo Cheng could feel two powerful auras coming from the edge of the battlefield.
Not knowing whether he was an enemy or a friend, Mo Cheng had no choice but to use [Mad Beast] to shatter [Zen] and then deliver an extremely powerful punch to kill Naraka.
If he doesn't do this, if the person who comes is Naraka's teammate, he won't be able to withstand the situation of three against one.
" I am the head of the Law Enforcement Corps, Margaret Lauren Frost."
In order to avoid misunderstanding, Margaret first revealed her identity outside of Mo Cheng's attack range, "Thank you for your action just now. The Law Enforcement Corps and the Knights are trying to capture these prison escapees."
The smoke and dust raised by the battle gradually fell to the ground with the death of Naraka, and two figures appeared after the dissipated smoke.
Mo Cheng stared at the huge figure, not only because of the other party's extraordinary figure, but also because of Mo Cheng's [feeling].
He felt the power contained in that huge body, felt the beastly nature hidden in it, and even felt like an outsider who had intruded into the territory of wild beasts.
It’s the breath of [the same kind]!
"Hey!"
Thunder exploded, and before the roaring sound came, a huge fist hit Mo Cheng first.
Mo Cheng concentrated his mind and calmed his spirit, restraining all his might and strength, and his soul entered an extremely quiet state of Zen.
Then, the [Wild Beast], who was unwilling to be converted and tamed, broke the state of Zen with violence and rage, erupting with extremely powerful strength.
[Mad Beast] pushed Mo Cheng's power to a whole new level, a maximum power that exceeded what his body could withstand at the moment.
"Let's fight!"
His body couldn't bear it anymore and his arm bones exploded. At this moment, Mo Cheng was like a bomb made of bones, flesh and blood.
Crazy! Facing such a strong man, Mo Cheng used all his strength to punch beyond his limit, using rage as the primary driving force. At this moment, absolutely no one could stop him.
Absolutely not!
Fist to fist, a clash of strength, the extreme movement and collision instantly turned into extreme stillness. In an instant, the wind also stopped. The smoke and dust no longer had the qualifications to escape from the earth and was suppressed to the ground.
“Bang!”
There was a crisp , followed by a chain reaction of continuous explosions. Mo Cheng's right arm could not withstand its own power and exploded and blew up crazily until the entire arm was blown into meat paste.
But Ralph was not feeling well either, he felt a force like a spear piercing through his arm and straight into his back. All the bones, flesh, and even blood vessels along the way were destroyed by the piercing force, and finally a huge cavity-like wound was formed on his back.
His right arm exploded, and Mo Cheng pressed his right shoulder with his left hand. How could a broken arm restrain him? "Fuck Holy Light, fix my arm!"
A holy yet dazzling holy light lit up, and the outline of an arm was vaguely seen in the holy light. In just a few seconds, Mo Cheng had reassembled the arm, and the endless fire of war ignited in his eyes again.
"Come on, keep fighting!"
No matter who the visitor is, the other party has already aroused his fighting spirit.
What happens next is extremely simple and direct, it just depends on who wins and who loses.
"Ralph, stop it!"
The two fought too fast, and Ralph's move was so abrupt 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 drew her sword: "He is not an enemy, I will not allow you to use force recklessly!"
"Ha, Margaret, you should look back at the priest's eyes. They are like hungry wolf eyes that want to bite me at any time. They are not ordinary people."
Ralph did not continue to attack, and did not even care about the hollow wound on his back. He pointed at himself with his thumb and introduced himself: "I am the Grand Master of the Knights, Ralph. Priest, you are very skilled. Are you interested in joining our Knights?"
The Knights believe in selecting the elite, and only those who can withstand Ralph's punch without falling are qualified to join.
The attack just now was just the most basic "greeting" among the Knights, but Ralph did not expect that even after fighting an opponent who was infinitely close to the "hero" level, Mo Cheng still had the ability to hurt him.
"You can emit an output that exceeds the average [hero] level, and you also have that powerful holy light. How about coming to my place and being your deputy leader?"
The fight just now made Ralph understand many things, for example, the priest in front of him had an output beyond the average [Hero] level, and could do it at least twice in a short period of time.
The purity of the holy light was comparable to that of the bishop of the Cathedral of Glory in Fairhaven. He could regenerate an arm in just a few seconds. His recovery ability was astonishing.
