Zhao Risheng rolled his eyes at Li Mo and sneered.
"Mo Zifei, could it be that you're afraid and are willing to give up the God of War title?"
Mo Zifei raged, "When did I say I was afraid?
You're the one who said this wasn't the Army God challenge, not me. "
"Ha-ha, I, Zhao Risheng, want to challenge you. That's what I thought before and I still think now. There are enough people here and the conditions are met. Mo Zifei, if you don't have the guts to fight, then be a good boy and give up your Army God title!"
Zhao Risheng's confidence was boosted after seeing Mo Zifei's consecutive losses, so he made a new decision.
As for Li Mo, he didn't care.
'So what if I beat a brat?'
"Zhao Risheng, if you are willing to issue the Army God challenge, then I will accept!"
Zhao Risheng's voice boomed, "I am!"
"Little Mo, stand down!"
Mo Zifei took a few deep breaths and walked to Zhao Risheng.
Zhao Risheng's two punches made his blood boil. Every movement made it hard to breathe.
Li Mo grabbed him and Mo Zifei felt a soothing flow through his body, calming his boiling blood.
Mo Zifei looked at Li Mo in shock. Li Mo nodded and stepped down.
"Wait, according to the rules of the Army God challenge, both sides must have someone in charge of recording. I have someone, but what about you?"
"Yan Feng can do it. I'll call him up right away!"
Zhao Risheng couldn't wait any longer. He made a phone call and called Yan Feng, who hadn't gone downstairs yet.
"Don't worry, I won't lose. He's too far behind me!"
Zhao Risheng was confident. Mo Zifei's strongest Seventh Mountain was no threat to him. He couldn't think of a way Mo Zifei could beat him.
"Mo Zifei, your Mo clan's Fifth Mountain is great, but it's a pity you ran into me, Zhao Risheng. You're doomed. I awakened this heaven-defying constitution five years ago. Ever since then, no one has been able to harm me.
"Today, I will avenge third brother and take your Army God title!"
"Words are meaningless. Come and fight!" Mo Zifei beckoned.
"Hehe, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Zhao Risheng sprinted towards Mo Zifei. His attacks were direct, attacking with all his might without any defense.
"Seventh Peak!"
Mo Zifei's hands spread out like a peacock spreading its tail, and with an extremely illusory movement, he thrust his palms vertically towards his chest.
It wasn't a horizontal push like last time, but a vertical thrust!
"It's useless!"
Zhao Risheng didn't dodge. He threw a punch at Mo Zifei. His strategy was simple. You hit me, I hit you. If you don't stop, both of you will be injured. My body can recover quickly, but you can't!
Simple, direct, and violent!
Bang!
Chi –
Zhao Risheng's punch forced Mo Zifei to take five steps back, and Mo Zifei's palm also pierced five holes in his chest, but the five bloody holes were healing at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Zifei spat out a mouthful of blood. Compared to Zhao Risheng's injuries, it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage.
"Again!"
Mo Zifei yelled and rushed forward.
When Mo Zifei attacked, Zhao Risheng punched. But this time, Mo Zifei was smarter. He didn't meet him head on, but used his movement to dodge.
Zhao Risheng was different from his third brother Zhao Haisheng and eldest brother Zhao Tiansheng. He didn't know Tiger King Fist, so he couldn't compare to Zhao Haisheng in terms of martial arts. His strength was the Sacred Light Physique, so his attacks were always blood for blood, and a tooth for a tooth.
"My eldest brother was nurtured as a peerless genius by the family since he was very young. My third brother may not be as talented as my eldest brother, but he's still a rare genius. The second hero of the Zhao family has been famous since young, unlike me, who was treated as trash by the family."
Zhao Risheng suddenly punched, knocking Mo Zifei back, "I've trained harder than anyone else, but I can't compare to my eldest brother or third brother. I thought that would be the end of my life, but I didn't expect that a serious illness five years ago would awaken my super physique. Hahaha, Mo Zifei, I may not be as strong as my eldest brother, but compared to my third brother, the difference is like heaven and earth. You have no chance of winning against me!"
"You talk too much!"
"I'm just telling you to understand a few things before you die. Okay, from now on, game time is over!"
Zhao Risheng sneered, took out a yellow medicine, and injected it into his arm.
When it came to medicine, he was much more straightforward than his younger brother. He didn't hide it, and was open and aboveboard.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
After injecting the yellow medicine, Zhao Risheng's muscles bulged, and he looked more muscular than a bodybuilder.
"Let me tell you, this medicine is different from my brother's. Nine out of ten ordinary people would die on the spot. Only I, with my special physique, can survive. But this medicine doesn't have the side effect of shortening my lifespan, and instead boosts my body's strength.
"Whether it's speed, power, or endurance, they're all boosted!"
Zhao Risheng's feet moved, his speed several times faster than before. He punched again and again, increasing his attack speed.
Mo Zifei was pushed back again and again until he was against the wall.
A fourth level's attack could easily pierce through this building's walls. Mo Zifei couldn't go any further, or he'd fall.
Mo Zifei couldn't help but ask Li Mo, "Why didn't it work?"
Zhao Risheng was startled, "What do you mean?"
"Die … ah ~"
Just as Zhao Risheng was about to deal the final blow to Mo Zifei, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream as he fell to the ground, clutching his chest, foaming at the mouth and twitching uncontrollably.
This change was too sudden, and everyone was shocked.
"It worked." Mo Zifei sighed in relief.
No one but Li Mo knew what he was talking about.
In fact, when Mo Zifei fought Zhao Risheng for the second time, Li Mo used his divine sense to tell him the weakness of Sacred Light Physique in the early stage.
Mo Zifei's Sevenfold Mountain Firm Palm wasn't just a simple palm strike. His palm also contained over ten bullet fragments.
The recovery ability of the Sacred Light Physique was extremely strong. Even if he was only at the beginner level, no matter how serious his injuries were, he would be able to recover completely in a short period of time, no matter how serious his injuries were.
But if there was something else in the body, it would be a different story.
A pile of bullet fragments was stuffed near the heart. Sacred Light Physique's recovery was strong, but no matter how strong it was, it couldn't digest the impurities in the body.
If they were facing a peak Radiant Sacred Body expert, chopping off their heads or even dismembering their bodies would not kill them. The best way was to pierce through their bodies with several dozen indestructible hard objects. As long as something remained in their bodies, they would not be able to recover perfectly.
Mo Zifei shouted, "Zhao Risheng, do you admit defeat?"
"I admit defeat. Save me, save …"
Zhao Risheng was foaming at the mouth. He was in great pain. His bodybuilder muscles were long gone. Injecting the drug to enhance his body's basic energy was destined to not last long. It was already very good to be able to maintain it for a minute.
Mo Zifei held the dagger and looked at Li Mo, "This body won't die no matter what, right?"
Li Mo nodded.
Mo Zifei's confidence soared as he walked before Zhao Risheng and stabbed his heart with the dagger.
"What are you doing!" Yan Feng screamed.
"If you don't want him to die, don't speak."
Mo Zifei wiped his sweat and used his dagger to carve out a large piece of Zhao Risheng's heart. The bloody scene almost made Yan Feng faint from fright.
The bullet fragments were all on the chunk of flesh Mo Zifei cut. The moment it left Zhao Risheng's body, the damaged heart grew and the wound healed. In less than twenty seconds, it was as good as new.
Zhao Risheng lay on the ground, dumbstruck. He didn't even know of this method before.
'If I had known, I wouldn't have waited for him. I could've done it myself …'