Chapter 91 Madam, I want to be with your daughter...
Mo Cheng didn't take the threat of a wolf seriously.
Because there was no need. At least at this moment, he knew very well that the resources for Margaret's [next copy] were provided by Lauren Frost's family, and the dispute over interests in the Weird Light Shop was also blocked by Lauren Frost's family.
When someone takes more than he has given, Mo Cheng doesn't mind being polite and making concessions.
In fact, the current situation cannot be considered a concession at all.
After a long time, the panting of Marquis Martha finally stopped, and she casually threw the giant sword in her hand to the ground, causing a slight shaking.
The mass of that super-giant sword perfectly matches its appearance.
"How many times?"
The female marquise, who did not even break a sweat, suddenly spoke up and asked a confusing question.
Mo Cheng half-closed his eyelids and reported a number, "One thousand seven hundred and eighty-fifth swing. At the one thousand seven hundred and eighty-third swing, the force was delayed for a moment, causing the fibers on the contact surface of the wood pile to break."
If it weren't for that mistake, Mo Cheng estimated that he would have to wait a little longer.
"Very smart kid, do you know why I'm looking for you?"
Marquis Martha spoke very kindly, without any aristocratic airs , but Mo Cheng could feel a sense of pressure.
"Margaret plans to repair the Dawnwind tomorrow, using the Masterpiece Array of the Headmaster of Winterhold, and needs me to accompany her to complete it. The Marquis probably wanted to see if I have the ability to help Margaret before he leaves."
Mo Cheng's tone was calm and peaceful, and he could guess what was going to happen next.
Basically, every time [Foreign Land] players play this type of special dungeon, they will encounter this kind of thing more or less.
"Hateful, he's actually a smart kid." Mo Cheng's guesses were all correct, but Martha was depressed instead. "I was thinking of jokingly pretending that it was the first time my daughter brought a boy home and asking how far your relationship had progressed."
Very good, and very much in line with a normal mother's thoughts. If Marquis Martha hadn't revealed a wolf-like smile on her face at this time, Mo Cheng might have really thought that Marquis Martha had misunderstood the relationship between him and Margaret.
That smile was like a she-wolf encountering its prey, cruel, cunning, and the one who was the wolf king.
Martha Marquis's soft and pale face had a smile that could stop a child from crying at night. It could be called a facial expression. "Are you ready?"
"Please wait a moment."
Mo Cheng walked to the side and took off his priest's robe, revealing his concealed muscles and black vest. He also took off his white gloves and glasses, folded them neatly and put them aside.
"Before that, let me ask you something irrelevant. Marquis, do you have a child named Clark or Bruce?"
"No, is that the name you and Margaret thought of for my grandson? Clark Lauren Frost, Bruce Lauren Frost, it's a good name."
I don't know if it's serious or a joke, but it's obvious that no matter which one, Mo Cheng won't take it . "Margaret and I are not what you think. Please don't continue to joke about this."
After taking off his glasses, Mo Cheng's eyes were clear and sharp. Even Martha couldn't help but praise him, "Very beautiful eyes."
"Thanks for the compliment. I'm ready."
"Then... let's begin!"
[Start] As soon as the two words came out of his mouth, Mo Cheng took the initiative to attack, and his five fingers became like a knife and chopped towards Martha's neck. At the same time, he kicked out silently, and the holy light on his toes seemed to be real.
Martha raised her left hand and grabbed Mo Cheng's wrist first. Then she raised her boots and pressed her knee against Mo Cheng's knee from the side, defusing the attack. "Haha, very beautiful attack. You remind me of those little wolf cubs in the northern forest."
He shook his wrist, but failed to shake off Martha's grip. Instead, he was squeezed so hard that his hand went numb. Mo Cheng turned his palm into a fist, and his muscles suddenly contracted, and then exploded. His entire arm lit up with pure holy light, shaking off Martha's grip.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Cheng did several backflips to create distance between himself and Martha, while using holy light to continuously heal the part that had just been touched by Martha.
There were large bruises on his wrists and knees. Mo Cheng's feeling was correct. The commander of the Northern Wolf Legion in front of him was at the eighth level in strength.
Even if the opponent didn't use any combat skills or abilities just now, he was injured just by the overwhelming attributes and rank.
It was a pure crushing of levels and attributes, and there was hope of victory at all. However, Martha was not here to kill Mo Cheng today, nor was she here simply to play with him.
He shook his palms to get rid of the burning pain caused by the Holy Light. "The purity of the Holy Light is very high. Even I can feel it slightly when it is in close contact."
As the most unique damage type among all skills, [Pure Damage], the damage of Holy Light is not affected by magic resistance or class differences . It's just that this level of Holy Light can only make the opponent feel pain.
"You will lose if you keep going this way. I'll give you some confidence." Martha raised three fingers. "I've had someone hold Margaret back. She's already figured it out, but it'll take her three minutes to get here."
"You can hold out for three minutes without getting knocked down, or you can injure me. Even the slightest injury will count as your victory. How about that?"
Martha's smile was strangely sweet, but combined with her expression, it made people feel like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.
"If you win, I'll give you a small gift."
"Okay!" Mo Cheng did not reject the idea of communication. When the gap was too big, it was not shameful to spend three minutes through communication.
But Mo Cheng still planned to give it a try, to try to hurt the strong man in front of him, the Wolf King who controlled the northern part of Andair.
Facing an eighth-level warrior, being able to output as much as you want without having to worry about the consequences is a rare opportunity.
And Mo Cheng happens to be a person who is good at seizing opportunities.
His mind entered into a state of utmost tranquility, and then he shattered it with rage. In an instant, Mo Cheng burst out with terrifying speed and strength, and in an instant his fist had already hit Martha.
"This kind of instantaneous explosive power, I take back my judgment, you are more talented than all the brats in the North."
There was a rare hint of seriousness in Martha's eyes. She felt that if she continued to deal with the situation in a playful manner, she would make a fool of herself.
And her feeling did not deceive her. When Martha grabbed Mo Cheng's wrist, she suddenly realized that the punch did not have much power at all and was just a feint.
At the same time, a finger extended from Mo Cheng's fist, and then, as if there was explosives hidden at the base of the finger, the force exploded and blew the index finger out. The impact force caused by the explosion turned the index finger into a bullet, sticking firmly against the wall.
"I won."
Mo Cheng calmly declared his victory. Martha looked back and saw a golden hair stuck in the nail of the broken index finger.
