Mo Qing has always believed in one point, although the difference in strength between fighters is the main factor, it is definitely not the whole story.

Among them, the sneak attack is the most effective method.

Although this method is more despicable, if you are weak and pay attention to fair fighting, it is self-defeating.

The other party is a first-class boxer, Mo Qing thinks he is invincible, but he is not without the strength of a fight, and when the strength is close, a sneak attack is a must.

The thin man didn't expect Mo Qing to suddenly make a move, and the opponent's left fist hit the door fiercely, and he could only reach out to block it in a hurry.

In his mind, Mo Qing was just a trainee boxer, and even the weakest among trainee boxers, as long as he blocked this blow, the next time was when he counterattacked.

"Bang!"

Mo Qing punched the opponent's arm, and the thin man leaned back.

"This strength is about the same as mine, the intelligence is wrong, it's not good!"

The thin man has just advanced to a first-level boxer, and his fist power is just over 100 kilograms, and Mo Qing's 90 kilograms of fist power is naturally not much worse than him, and the thin man feels that his arm hurts.

And what he didn't expect happened, at the same time as Mo Qing's right hand punch, his left hand fist also arrived almost at the same time, and a punch hit the thin man's chin.

The corners of the thin man's mouth were salty, and blood flowed out at the same time as the pain was severe.

"Little brute, dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu, look for death!"

The thin man threw a few punches indiscriminately, whirring with the wind, forcing Mo Qing back, and one of the punches also hit Mo Qing in the shoulder.

A few desperate punches forced Mo Qing back, and the thin man was about to spit out the blood in his mouth and fight back again.

But he opened his mouth, but he didn't feel like he had spit it out.

"Ahh

The thin man opened his mouth to speak, but he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't open it.

One hand stretched forward to block Mo Qing, who was still about to move, and touched his chin with the other.

It doesn't matter if you touch it, the tentacles are cold, and the thin man realizes that the top of his chin is actually frozen!

I don't know if it's okay, as soon as I found that it was frozen, I suddenly felt cold to the bone, and the thin man couldn't help but shiver, "This is!"

The ice ballast on his tongue made him unable to utter a sentence completely, which greatly affected his combat effectiveness.

"You know it's too late, go die!"

Mo Qing didn't want to explain to him, since he had already done it, he must not stop, let the other party ease up, and it was himself who suffered.

Taking advantage of the thin man's frightening, Mo Qing pounced, his fists fluttered, and he blasted out like raindrops.

The thin man's jaw couldn't be opened, he couldn't speak, and after being punched before, his combat effectiveness was inevitably reduced.

And Mo Qing thought that the thin man was going to kill him, so he naturally fought desperately, but the thin man was rushing to teach Mo Qing a lesson, and his momentum also fell behind.

The hovercar was suspended in the air, and the two of them were fighting in the carriage, fist-to-fist.

It was the first time in his life that Mo Qing had fought like this with someone, but he felt that the feeling of fighting was very familiar and natural.

It's as if everything is clear about how to fight this fight, how to punch to get the most effect, how to dodge and take the least damage.

It was a wonderful feeling, and Mo Qing was convinced that he had never felt such a wonderful feeling before, for the first time in his life.

Is this instinct? I don't know, Mo Qing only knows that he enjoys the feeling of fighting, as if he was born to exist!

The two of them fought, Mo Qing had already succeeded in sneak attacks, and now he frequently gained the upper hand, although his body reaction could not keep up with his consciousness, but even so, it was more time to hit the thin man, and less time to be beaten.

The current Mo Qing is a master of martial arts, and the process of all battles is under control, if it weren't for the slow reaction of his body, he was afraid that this thin man would not be able to hit him with one punch.

The thin man's fist was full of flaws in Mo Qing's eyes, if it weren't for his lack of fist power, he would have been able to smash the thin man's head at any opportunity!

"Bang bang!"

Mo Qing's battle became more and more handy, the thin man had already received a lot of punches, and the cold ice on his chin made him extremely uncomfortable, his hands and feet were a little stiff and slow, and he wanted to get rid of the cold ice Mo Qing didn't give him this chance, and after two punches in a row, he was hit in the cheek again by Mo Qing's combination punches left and right.

The ice broke this time, but it was broken by Mo Qing's fist, and the thin man's nose bleeded and fell backwards.

"Ahh

A cold light flashed in Mo Qing's eyes, he didn't think about whether the thin man really wanted to kill him, in his eyes, he just saw the thin man leaning back, and the empty door at his neck was wide open.

Hand knives!

Mo Qing stood like a knife and slashed at the thin man's neck!

"Click!"

"Ugh!"

The thin man's call was cut off by Mo Qing and suffocated back into his throat.

His face quickly became red and he could no longer breathe, and his throat was badly injured.

Mo Qing didn't have the slightest mercy, the thin man at this moment had undoubtedly transformed into a sandbag, and he could be at his mercy.

Straight punches, hook punches, hook punches, hand knives, elbow strikes!

The lower half of his body was still in his seat, and Mo Qing's set of combo attacks had already been sent.

Mo Qing before had absolutely no martial arts training, but at this moment, his heart was extremely calm, everything was sent out as if instinct, what angle of attack had the greatest effect, how to shoot the most effortlessly, everything was at his fingertips, and there was no hindrance!

"Bang bang bang!"

Under a series of fatal blows, the thin man's eyes became more and more dim, and he continued to resist and block at first, and then gradually, he no longer had the ability to block, just like a sandbag, being constantly beaten back and forth by Mo Qing.

"Smack!"

A right hook hit the thin man's temple hard, and his body fell to the side heavily!

With his left hand stretched out, he grabbed the thin man's hair, and Mo Qing pulled it down fiercely, and at the same time his knee was raised!

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, and the thin man crawled motionless above Mo Qing's knees, without a trace of breath.

Mo Qing could clearly feel that with his last knee hit, the vitality of the thin man had completely disappeared.

People's **, after all, is still fragile, under the constant attack of this strength of the fist, the thin man has completely bid farewell to this world.

At this time, Mo Qing let out a long breath, threw the thin man's body aside, leaned back on the seat, and didn't look at the thin man.

What's wrong with you, why is there such a big change?

Mo Qing watched the boxers in the family practice their fighting skills, and at that time, Mo Qing was extremely shocked by the fighting skills of the boxers, and he was simply a miracle skill.

But in today's view, although the boxing skills of boxers are powerful, if you talk about skills, they are simply full of loopholes.

Why? Why did he feel this way? He had never learned martial arts.

What is influencing you? Is it talent?

No matter how talented you are, you need to constantly hone your fighting instinct to develop it, and this is something you can't take advantage of.

And not only the fighting skills, but also the calmness in his heart just now, the feeling of indifference to the life and death of the enemy, should definitely not appear in a teenager who has never fought.

I felt just now that he was a person who had experienced a hundred battles and seen thousands of lives and deaths, not a teenager who had nothing to do.

Although the original Mo Qing was calm, he was definitely not like this.

Since it's not a talent, it's not instinct, then is it!

Mo Qing was suddenly shocked, by the way, he had once gotten that cold air, which was the most important thing in his life, and it also had the greatest impact on him.

I absorbed that cold air, and it was only a few days ago that it fused perfectly and became a part of my body, did this cold air bring Mo Qing any changes?

Father's words echoed in my ears: "Everyone is a star in the sky, when a person dies, his star will become a meteor and fall from the sky, if you get the inheritance of that meteor, then it is possible to get some abilities from that person's life." ”

Is the chill you get from someone the ability of your life?

Could it be that what I got was not only the cold, but also some influence from the dead man?

Do those skillful combat skills, as well as that incomparably cold heart, belong to that person?

If so, whose inheritance did you get?

Is there such a person in the world who regards life and death as nothing?

Mo Qing felt that his heart was actually cold enough, but compared to the situation just now, he was simply a kind little sheep.

In this battle, something unknown seemed to have begun to awaken in Mo Qing's body.

Exhaled hard, Mo Qing rubbed his head, there is no clue about this matter for the time being, it is better not to think about it yet, it is not a bad thing anyway.

Turning his head to look at the corpse of the thin man beside him, this first-level boxer, who had just died under his own hands, just now he was only bent on getting rid of the enemy, and now it seems that this matter is a little troublesome.