American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

This greatly trampled on his dignity.

"Shh!"

His eyes turned scarlet as he stared at Mo Feng, filled with resentment, hatred, and murderous intent.

He has completely gone mad.

"kill!"

He roared and pounced on Mo Feng.

"court death!"

Mo Feng snorted coldly and threw a punch straight at Pei Yuan's heart.

Pei Yuan's face darkened. He bent his legs, aligning his waist with his stance, and then swept one leg out, aiming straight for Mo Feng's waist.

This is a martial art he practiced called Whip Kick.

Seeing this, Mo Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.

With a wave of his hand, the long sword pierced through the air and landed in his hand.

Then, he brandished his long sword and slashed down.

"call out!"

The long sword slashed out, tearing the air apart and producing a series of piercing whistling sounds.

At the same time, a terrifying blade of light, carrying the force of thunder, slammed towards Pei Yuan.

"clang!"

Pei Yuan held the shield in both hands, blocking in front of him.

"boom!"

The blade struck the shield, producing a metallic clang.

Pei Yuan's body was blasted away by this tremendous force.

"Cough cough cough..."

After rolling around on the ground several times, Pei Yuan finally managed to get up with difficulty.

At this moment, his left arm was trembling, and blood was flowing from the tiger's mouth.

Clearly, that last strike nearly severed his arm.

Pei Yuan raised his head and looked at the long knife in Mo Feng's hand, his eyes revealing a deep greed and covetousness.

He licked his dry lips and said coldly, "You little bastard, I advise you to obediently throw away the knife, otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands and take it away!"

Mo Feng gripped his long sword tightly, his gaze icy, and without uttering a word, continued to stride forward.

Seeing Mo Feng's stubbornness, Pei Yuan felt increasingly jealous.

A ferocious glint flashed in his eyes.

"You little bastard, since you're courting death, don't blame me!"

"I will cut you into a thousand pieces, and then devour your flesh and blood!"

Pei Yuan roared, circulating his spiritual energy and concentrating it in his right hand.

The next moment, he stretched out his right hand, like an eagle's claw, and grabbed at Mo Feng's neck.

"Shhhhhh!"

A series of whooshing sounds rang out.

At his fingertips, powerful energy surged forth, shooting out like sharp arrows aimed directly at Mo Feng's throat.

These powerful energies are exceptionally sharp and capable of piercing through steel plates.

However, Mo Feng remained fearless.

His eyes blazed with a fierce fighting spirit.

"Choke!"

A soft sound.

Mo Feng drew the long sword from his back.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, and its blade gleamed with an astonishingly cold light.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Feng brandished his longsword, slashing at Pei Yuan's eagle claws.

"Ding!"

The longsword clashed with the eagle's claws.

A burst of sparks flew, and Pei Yuan felt his tiger's mouth go numb from the shock, and his wrist was even more painful from the shock.

His expression immediately became extremely solemn.

He never expected that Mo Feng's strength would become so formidable in just a few days.

In particular, Mo Feng's swordsmanship was exquisite and his moves were shrewd, making him feel troubled.

Although he holds an absolute advantage, defeating Mo Feng will not be an easy task.

"You little bastard, you do have some skills!"

"However, with such meager strength, they dare to oppose me? They're simply courting death!"

"Shh!"

With that, he kicked out, like a phantom.

This kick, accompanied by a whistling sound, was as fast as lightning.

Mo Feng's pupils contracted as he instantly reacted, twisting his body to dodge the fatal blow.

However, this was just a feint.

Just as he was dodging, Mo Feng suddenly appeared on Pei Yuan's flank.

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"Shh!"

He swung his long sword.

A silvery blade of light emanated from the longsword.

"not good!"

Pei Yuan felt a strong sense of alarm and hurriedly withdrew his power to parry.

"clang!"

The long sword and the long staff clashed together, producing a crisp sound.

Immediately, Pei Yuan felt a terrifying force strike him, sending him flying.

"boom!"

He smashed into the wall, leaving a large crater.

"Crack, click, click!"

Several of his bones were broken.

"Pfft!"

Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood again.

"Damn it!"

His eyes were filled with intense resentment.

He hadn't expected Mo Feng's attack to be so fierce and swift.

All of this happened in a very short time; he didn't even have a chance to resist.

"You are no match for me, surrender!" Mo Feng said.

"Don't even think about it!"

Pei Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes cold and filled with hatred.

The next moment, he patted his waist pouch, took out a pill, and put it into his mouth.

"Gulu!"

The pill entered his stomach and immediately transformed into a warm current of energy that flowed down his esophagus and throughout his body, soothing his pain.

Subsequently, the gruesome wounds on his body began to heal slowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.