Chapter 187 Repentance

Zhao Risheng looked at Li Mo, rolled his eyes a few times, and let out a sneer.

"Mo Zifei, could it be that you were afraid, took the initiative to admit defeat, and were willing to give up the position of military god?"

Mo Zifei said angrily: "When did I say I was afraid? You said this is not a challenge from the God of War, and I didn't say that."

"Hehe, I, Zhao Risheng, want to challenge you to the God of War. I thought so just now, and I think so now. There are enough people here, and the conditions are met. Mo Zifei, if you dare not end, just give up God of War." position!"

Zhao Risheng saw Mo Zifei continue to suffer losses at his hands, and his confidence increased greatly, so he made a new decision.

As for Li Mo, he didn't pay attention at all.

A mere little kid, so what if he wins?

"Zhao Risheng, if you are willing to issue an order to challenge the God of War, then I will immediately accept your challenge!"

Zhao Risheng said loudly: "I am willing!"

"Xiao Mo, step back!"

Mo Zifei took a few deep breaths and walked towards Zhao Risheng.

He received two punches from Zhao Risheng, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and now he finds it hard to breathe every time he moves.

Li Mo stretched out his hand to hold him, and Mo Zifei immediately felt a refreshing air rushing out of his body, and his boiling blood immediately calmed down.

Mo Zifei looked at Li Mo in surprise, Li Mo nodded and retreated.

"Wait a minute, according to the regulations of the God of War challenge, you and I must have someone responsible for the video recording. I have someone, but where is yours?"

"Yan Feng is fine, I'll call him up immediately!"

Zhao Risheng couldn't wait any longer, so he made a phone call and called Yan Feng back who hadn't walked downstairs yet.

"Don't worry, I can't lose this time, he is far behind me!"

Zhao Risheng looked confident, Mo Zifei's strongest Qichongshan could not pose any threat to him, he couldn't think of Mo Zifei's other attacks that could defeat him.

"Mo Zifei, your Mo family's Wuchong Mountain is really powerful, but it's a pity that you met me, Zhao Risheng, and you were doomed to lose miserably. I, Zhao Risheng, awakened this heaven-defying physique five years ago. Since then, I have never No one can hurt me."

"Today, I will avenge the third child and take your position as the God of War!"

"It's useless to talk too much, come and fight!" Mo Zifei waved to him.

"Hey, if you want to die, I will help you!"

Zhao Risheng quickly ran towards Mo Zifei. His attack method was very direct, he attacked with all his strength, and did not defend at all.

"Seven Mountains!"

Mo Zifei opened his hands like a peacock's tail, and with an extremely illusory movement, he thrust his palms towards his chest.

It's not the last horizontal palm push, but vertical palm thrust!

"useless!"

Zhao Risheng still refused to dodge, and punched Mo Zifei. His tactics are very simple. If you hit me, I will hit you. If you don’t stop, both sides will be injured, and my body can recover quickly. But you can't!

Simple, direct, brutal!

boom!

Chi -

Zhao Risheng punched Mo Zifei back five steps, and Mo Zifei's palm also pierced five holes in his chest, but it can be seen with the naked eye that the five blood holes are healing at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Zifei spat out a mouthful of blood. Compared with Zhao Risheng's injuries, it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage again.

"Come again!"

Mo Zifei shouted and rushed forward.

Mo Zifei threw out his palm, and Zhao Risheng punched, but this time Mo Zifei learned how to be smart, and instead of confronting him head-on, he used his body skills to fight him.

Unlike the third brother Zhao Haisheng and the eldest brother Zhao Tiansheng, Zhao Risheng does not know Tiger King Boxing. He is not as good as Zhao Haisheng in terms of boxing and kicking skills. What he is strong in is the Holy Body of Light.

Therefore, his attack method has always been blood for blood, tooth for tooth, and head-to-head with the opponent.

"Since I was very young, my brother has been carefully cultivated by the family as a peerless genius. Although my third brother's talent is not as good as that of my elder brother, he can be regarded as a rare genius. The second hero of the Zhao family has been famous since he was a child. It was treated as waste by the family."

Zhao Risheng suddenly threw a punch and knocked Mo Zifei back: "I practice harder than anyone else, but my achievements are not as good as that of my elder brother and third younger brother. I originally thought that this would be the end of my life. Unexpectedly, a serious illness five years ago actually awakened my super-strong physique, hahaha, Mo Zifei, my strength may not be as much as that of my elder brother, but compared to my third child, that is a world of difference, you Fight me, there is no possibility of winning!"

"So much nonsense!"

"I just want you to understand some things before you die, well, from now on, the game time is over!"

Zhao Risheng sneered, took out a yellow potion, and injected it into his arm.

In terms of medication, he is more bachelor than his younger brother, he does not hide it, and is aboveboard.

bang bang bang bang!

After Zhao Risheng injected the yellow potion, the muscles all over his body protruded, and he looked stronger than a bodybuilder.

"To tell you clearly, my medicine is different from that used by my brother. Nine out of ten ordinary people will die on the spot when injected with this medicine. As a side effect, it will also increase my physical ability several times.

"Regardless of speed or strength, as well as the ability to resist blows, it has been fully improved!"

Zhao Risheng's footsteps moved slightly, and his movement speed was several times higher than before the injection of the yellow potion. He punched continuously, and his attack speed also increased significantly.

Mo Zifei was forced by Zhao Risheng to retreat again and again until he was forced to the wall.

The attack of the fourth-level powerhouse can easily penetrate the wall of this building. Mo Zifei can't retreat anymore, and if he retreats, he will fall from the building.

Mo Zifei couldn't help asking Li Mo: "Why is it useless?"

Zhao Risheng was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Die to me...ah——"

Just when Zhao Risheng was about to give Mo Zifei the final blow, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made him scream out, and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing all over his body.

This change was so sudden that everyone was shocked.

"It's really effective." Mo Zifei let out a long breath.

Except for Li Mo, no one knew what he was talking about.

In fact, when Mo Zifei fought against Zhao Risheng for the second time, Li Mo used his spiritual consciousness to tell him the weakness of the initial level of the Holy Physique.

Mo Zifei's firm palm on the Seventh Layer Mountain was not just a simple palm, there were more than a dozen fragments of bullets in his palm.

The Holy Physique of Light has a very strong recovery ability. Even if the level is only at the elementary level, it can fully recover in a very short period of time no matter how serious the injury is.

But if there are more things in the body, it will be different.

A bunch of bullet fragments were stuffed near the heart. The Holy Body of Light had a strong recovery ability, but no matter how strong it was, it couldn't digest the debris in the body.

If you are facing a top-ranking Light Saint Physique powerhouse, you can't kill them by beheading or even dismembering their corpses. The best way is to use dozens of hard objects to penetrate their bodies. Stuff stays in them, and their physical bodies don't recover perfectly.

Mo Zifei shouted: "Zhao Risheng, can you admit defeat?"

"I admit defeat, save me, save..."

Zhao Risheng was foaming at the mouth and in great pain. His muscles like a bodybuilder have long since disappeared. The injection of medicine to improve the basic energy of the body is destined to not last long. It is already very good if it lasts for a minute.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Mo Zifei looked at Li Mo: "No matter how you mess with this body, it won't die, right?"

Li Mo nodded.

Mo Zifei's confidence increased greatly, he walked up to Zhao Risheng, and stretched the dagger towards his chest and heart.

"What are you doing!" Yan Feng yelled in fright.

"If you don't want him dead, don't talk."

Mo Zifei wiped off his sweat and cut off a large piece of Zhao Risheng's heart with a dagger. The bloody scene almost made Yan Feng faint from fright.

The bullet fragments were all on the piece of flesh cut off by Mo Zifei. When the piece of flesh left Zhao Risheng's body, the damaged heart grew rapidly, and the wound healed rapidly. In less than 20 seconds, it was as good as before.

Zhao Risheng was lying on the ground, completely dumbfounded. He didn't know this kind of solution before.

If I knew earlier, why wait for him to do it, I can do it myself...

Zhao Risheng regretted that.