Chapter Seventy-Three: Confrontation with Yang Dai'er

When Mo Qing looked at Yang Dai'er, this girl was also looking at him.

She never said anything, but there was a hint of strength on her little face, and she didn't want to be at the mercy of her family, and her fate was also in her own hands, so she also had to win.

Mo Qing could see Yang Dai'er's fighting spirit, but at the same time, he was not sure in his heart.

Yang Daier is a sixth-level peak boxer, her strength far surpasses herself, and she has comprehended boxing skills, and even mastered the method of condensing the power of the stars, which can be regarded as a top genius.

Such a genius girl, can she win?

Mo Qing clenched his fists and nodded to his grandfather: "Grandpa, I understand, my grandson will do his best." ”

"Go ahead!"

Mo Xuan waved his hand at Mo Qing, there was a trace of worry in his eyes, obviously he was not optimistic about Mo Qing.

Yang Dai'er is a sixth-level boxer, if she does it with all her might, how can Mo Qing be an opponent.

Yang Zhihuan also turned back to Yang Dai'er and said: "Dai'er, you play, remember, don't keep your hands, this is a battle related to the fate of your life." ”

Yang Daier nodded and walked to the center of the field.

Yang Dai'er should be one or two years older than Mo Qing, and she is already a slim girl with a slender figure.

After all, Mo Yongji is still younger, although his bearing is calm, but he is about the same height as Yang Dai'er, and a pair of boys and girls stand in the center of the field, no matter how they look like two boxers with extraordinary skills.

"Please do it!"

Facing Yang Dai'er, Mo Qing had a feeling that she had nowhere to start, such a little person, is it okay to hit it with his fists?

Yang Dai'er was not polite to Mo Qing, pulled her long hair back to her head, revealing a white jade-like face, and then nodded slightly to Mo Qing, and then launched violently, rushing up like a little tiger!

She had been watching the battle between Mo Qing and Yang Liufeng just now, just to check the depth of Mo Qing.

Yang Dai'er thinks that she already understands almost everything, Mo Qing's fighting style is a little weird, and his moves are also very unreasonable, obviously he should shoot like this normally, but he just shot from another angle, as if this body was not feeling well and he was indulging alone, which made you unguardable.

Yang Dai'er thought that she had no way to deal with Mo Qing's strange offensive, and there was only one way to defeat Mo Qing, not to fight him, but to use the strength and speed advantage of her sixth-level boxer to forcibly press Mo Qing to fight, so that his strange tactics could not be used.

So as soon as Yang Daier came up, she directly showed her boxing skills!

As soon as the white and tender little hand stretched out, a heat wave soared into the air, and the five fingers were like hooks, rushing towards Mo Qing!

Mo Qing was taken aback, this Yang Dai'er looked delicate and unbearable, but she didn't expect to shoot so sharply, this attack clearly contained the power of the elements, and it was a very domineering flame!

There were also people in the family who had comprehended the element of flame, but Mo Qing had never really seen it, and this was the first time he had faced the flame method.

And Yang Daier uses claws, not fists!

Yang Dai'er was at the peak of the sixth level, the speed was very fast, the heat wave was blowing, and Mo Qing hurriedly dodged back.

The flames seemed to emanate from his hand, five red lights flashed, although Mo Qing dodged Yang Dai'er's claw, but the flames erupted from Yang Dai'er's hand, with a sharp finger wind, directly scratched the white practice uniform on Mo Qing's chest!

"Poof!"

A scorched smell rose, Mo Qing's chest ached, and five more charred black fingerprints appeared on the white practice uniform, revealing the skin inside.

The skin was red, it was burned by the flames.

Yang Dai'er's body shook, there was no pause at all, she approached Mo Qing who was retreating again, her hands flew over, and one after another claw shadows accompanied by red light, launching an all-round attack on Mo Qing!

Every blow has an incomparable speed, not to mention the strength, it is also very sharp, Mo Qing used his arm to block, and his arm was directly grabbed out of five deep blood marks!

Speed!Strength!Mo Qing fell into an all-round disadvantage!

In the end, there is a gap of more than two levels, and normally speaking, the middle of the fourth level is absolutely impossible to compete with the peak of the sixth level!

Mo Qing continued to retreat, and he had no power to fight back at all!

His distraction method is not so bright at this moment, because the overall strength is inferior, and the skills and means are not so important.

The three generations of the Mo family's disciples were secretly frightened, this Yang Dai'er is so strong!

Even Mo Xian and Mo Feng, the two seventh-level fighters, are a little pale, and I am afraid that Yang Dai'er will be difficult for them to resist.

Although their speed and strength surpassed Yang Dai'er, the flames in the opponent's claws were not so easy to resist.

It is already very rare for Mo Qing to be able to hold on to this flame for so long.

"Poof!"

Five flames flashed, and Mo Qing was injured again, with five more bloody wounds on his waist!

Not an opponent at all!

Mo Xuan's brows furrowed tightly, he wanted to shout to stop, he didn't want Mo Qing to continue to be tortured by Yang Dai'er, but he couldn't do this.

The lesson from the past made Mo Xuan a little apprehensive in his heart, he had to Mo Qing to grasp the initiative of this marriage, and he must not lose!

But if you don't stop shouting, how long can Mo Qing last?

Not only Mo Xuan is so worried, but Mo Qing himself also understands this, the strength and speed are too much inferior to Yang Dai'er, the longer the battle lasts, the greater the possibility of him losing, if you want to win this battle, you must make a surprise move!

At this time, Yang Dai'er grabbed it again with one claw, and the goal was to go straight to Mo Qing's chest!

The flames rose, feeling the high temperature coming, Mo Qing gritted his teeth fiercely, and the cold air rose violently to his chest, not retreating, but advancing, and rushed straight to Yang Dai'er!

Yang Dai'er frowned, Mo Qing is looking for death?

Didn't he know that his own claws were enough to penetrate his heart?

Looking at the resolute young man who was approaching quickly, Yang Daier hesitated a little.

Although her kung fu is good, she has never killed anyone, and if she wants to penetrate Mo Qing's heart like this, she really can't do it.

And this time, the battle is aimed at defeating the opponent, not to kill the opponent.

At this critical moment, Yang Daier turned her claws into fists, and smashed a punch directly on Mo Qing's chest!

Changing moves in a hurry, the strength is much smaller, and Yang Daier's punch is just the power of a third-level boxer.

But she believed that this was enough, and a punch from a third-level fighter was enough to make Mo Qing's heart suffer a heavy blow and lose her ability to fight.

"Bang!"

One punch hit!

Mo Qing snorted and paused, but his left hand didn't seem to be under his control, and he still grabbed it out and grabbed Yang Dai'er's slender wrist.

"Smack!"

Mo Qing grabbed Yang Dai'er's wrist and held it tightly, determined not to let Yang Dai'er break free.

Yang Dai'er punched, but Mo Qing didn't seem to have been hit too hard, just pale, not like his heart had been hit hard, and he actually grabbed his wrist.

Yang Dai'er was about to withdraw her hand vigorously, but she didn't expect Mo Qing's right hand to finally launch a counterattack at this time!

"Icy Spiral!"

Mo Qing roared, and the combat power that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out at this moment, and he punched Yang Dai'er in the chest!

The cold air broke out, and Yang Daier's complexion changed greatly!

It turned out that Mo Qing still had the means to use it, and this blow was a bit strange.

At this time, her right hand was grabbed by Mo Qing's left hand, and Yang Daier had nowhere to dodge, so she had no choice but to punch Mo Qingye!

The red light rose, the high temperature hit people, and Yang Dai'er's flame fist technique was also exerted to the limit at this moment.

The collision of ice and fire, fist to fist, is once again staged in the center of the field!

The flames were extinguished, the ice lost its due power, and the two forces slammed together, and the fists of the two people slammed together!

Mo Qing's fist power is almost 500 kilograms, Yang Dai'er's fist power is almost 700 kilograms, after the encounter, it is Yang Dai'er's fist power that has the upper hand!

"Bang!"

Mo Qing took Yang Dai'er's hand and let go at this time, her body retreated again and again, and she withdrew six or seven steps before she stabilized her body, and almost fell to the ground.

And Yang Dai'er only took a step back, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Mo Qing opposite.

Neither of them continued to move, and it was as if time had stood still!

When Yang Zhihuan saw this, he shouted loudly: "Good Dai'er! We won, your subordinates showed mercy and didn't break his heart, but this kid also punched you in the chest, it must be the end of the crossbow, and the arm is fighting against you, at this time we can't lift it!

Judging from the scene, Mo Qing was much more embarrassed than Yang Dai'er, several wounds on her body were still bleeding, her clothes were scorched, and the last punch was also punched out by Yang Dai'er for several steps, which was definitely not good.

On the contrary, Yang Daier stood there with her hands drooping, and she didn't see anything unusual on her body, and her combat effectiveness should not be affected.

There was a hint of schadenfreude on the faces of Mo Xian and Mo Feng, Yang Dai'er was so beautiful and amazing, and when she grew up, she must be a peerless red face who turned all beings upside down, it would be a pity in the hands of Mo Qing, they couldn't get it, and they didn't want Mo Qing to get it.

Mo Xuan also sighed deeply: "Is this fate?Xiaoqing, how are you?Can you still act?"

All agreed that the battle was over.

But at this time, there was a sudden and amazing change on the field!