Mo Fan did not dodge. In fact, he could not dodge even if he wanted to. This punch was simply too fast and too brutal!
Mo Fan could clearly sense the terror of this fist. If he had not activated the Nether Ghost Body, he would probably have needed to use the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Flame to resist it.
Under this punch, Mo Fan felt as if the surrounding air had been instantly drained, forming a special field that seemed intent on imprisoning him right where he stood.
Fortunately, his current life form was already completely different.
In other words, physical attacks had no effect on him!
“Kid, just admit defeat already!”
“This Holy Son can barely hold back his fist anymore. Don’t let me accidentally kill you!”
From above came the somewhat anxious voice of Niu Xiaosheng, which actually made Mo Fan laugh in anger.
“Fine then. I’ve played with you long enough. It’s time to end this fight!”
Mo Fan murmured softly, then flew upward, deliberately meeting that terrifying and peerless fist head-on.
But very soon, he passed straight through the fist. Under Niu Xiaosheng’s shocked gaze, he arrived right in front of him and pointed a finger at the centre of his brow.
Divine ability, Nether Ghost Fire!
Boom!
Whoosh!
“Ahhh!!”
In that instant, a deafening, earth-shaking roar erupted from the mountains below. Mixed within that roar was Niu Xiaosheng’s miserable, piercing scream.
At this moment, his entire body was engulfed in Nether Ghost Fire, and his spirit suffered instant damage.
“You sneaked up on me again!!”
Niu Xiaosheng looked furious. While clutching his head and screaming in pain, he used all his mental power to resist the erosion of the Nether Ghost Fire, but it was futile.
“Do you submit or not?”
Seeing the pitiful state of this fellow, Mo Fan immediately whipped a leg across his face, sending him rocketing into the sky like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ground!
“I don’t submit!”
“I am Niu Xiaosheng, the Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain. How could I lose to a toad demon like you?!”
Niu Xiaosheng jumped out of the dirt pit, covered in dust and grime. The Nether Ghost Fire still burned on his body and had never once been extinguished.
“You don’t submit?”
“Then this king will beat you until you do!”
Mo Fan grinned, flew in front of Niu Xiaosheng, and threw a heavy punch straight into his left eye.
“Ah!!”
The miserable cry rang through the forest once more.
“Do you submit now?”
“No!!”
Bang!
“Ah!!”
“Do you submit?”
“No…”
Bang!
“Ahhh!!!”
Bang! Bang! Bang…!!
“You damn well got addicted to hitting me, didn’t you? Why aren’t you even asking if I submit anymore?”
After being pounded by Mo Fan’s relentless heavy fists, Niu Xiaosheng was beaten until he wailed nonstop. In the end, he turned and ran, cursing furiously and practically damning eighteen generations of Mo Fan’s ancestors.
But at this point, with both his mind and body severely injured, he could not focus enough to find his way to escape. So along the entire path, he was brutally beaten by Mo Fan. Describing Niu Xiaosheng as scurrying away like a frightened rat was completely accurate.
“Stop hitting me already!”
“I submit!”
“I submit!!”
“If you keep beating me, this Holy Son will really lose his temper!!”
Seeing that Mo Fan had no intention of stopping, Niu Xiaosheng finally panicked. He stopped running and turned to glare at Mo Fan with bloodshot eyes.
Only then did Mo Fan stop. At the same time, he raised his hand and withdrew the Nether Ghost Fire. Looking a bit awkward, he said, “Sorry, I got carried away…”
“Go to hell!”
“How the hell can you get carried away with this kind of thing?”
Niu Xiaosheng gritted his teeth. Right now he looked utterly miserable. His whole head had swollen up enormously, his lips were puffed up like two sausages hanging there, shiny and greasy, extremely comical.
Most importantly, both his eyes had turned pitch black, exactly like panda eyes, and even his two ears had swollen more than twice their normal size.
“Ahem… Brother Niu, don’t take it to heart. You are the Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain after all!”
“Besides, we agreed to this bet fight beforehand. We can’t really get angry over it!”
Mo Fan scratched his head. Looking at Niu Xiaosheng’s tragic appearance, he felt a little guilty.
The reason he kept chasing and beating this guy was partly because Niu Xiaosheng refused to admit defeat, and partly because this fellow’s mouth was too foul. Later on, every other word was “toad”, which made his blood boil.
Of course, Mo Fan would never say his true thoughts out loud.
After all, this guy was a genuine Holy Son. If he really provoked the guy’s Holy King father because of this, it would be more loss than gain.
“You actually remember that I’m the Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain?”
“I didn’t see you holding back at all when you were beating me just now!”
Niu Xiaosheng grumbled angrily, “Besides, couldn’t you hit somewhere else? Why did you keep aiming at my head?”
“If you ruin my looks, this Holy Son will never let it go!”
“Ahem… Brother Niu, rest assured. You are still… uh, as handsome and dashing as ever!”
Mo Fan spoke with an awkward expression. Even he himself felt a bit insincere saying those words.
“That’s more like it!”
Niu Xiaosheng snorted coldly. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a bronze mirror.
“Ah…!!”
The next moment, a shrill, miserable scream echoed across the entire mountain range.
“You damned toad demon! This Holy Son is going to kill you!!”
Mo Fan sighed helplessly and decisively attacked again…
There was no choice. It seemed this guy still had not been beaten into submission, so he could only keep hitting.
A moment later, Niu Xiaosheng lay on the ground with a lifeless expression. His whole body was covered in bruises, black and purple patches everywhere. He looked thoroughly beaten, with a single tear glistening in the corner of his eye.
“Hey! Look at the mess this has become. This king doesn’t even know how to comfort you anymore!”
Beside him, Mo Fan shook his head helplessly, thinking that this really was not his fault.
It could only be said that His Highness the Holy Son had asked for a beating and got exactly what he wanted…
“Don’t comfort me. Just let this Holy Son be alone for a while…”
Niu Xiaosheng murmured. At this moment, he truly felt a sense of despair.
It was not that he was afraid of being beaten by Mo Fan. He had simply realised that he, the dignified Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain, had actually lost to an unknown toad. That brought a certain sense of defeat to his heart.
“Ahem… Later you can just wear a mask. These injuries are nothing serious. With your cultivation, you’ll recover completely in a few days. Then you’ll still be the number one handsome man of Giant Spirit Mountain!”
Seeing that the guy had fallen silent, Mo Fan tried to comfort him seriously. But soon he changed the subject and asked, “This time you got beaten so badly by this king. You won’t go back and complain to your father, right?”
As soon as he spoke, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, “Not long ago, Black Wind Mountain held a whole-ox banquet. The taste was especially good. Even now this king still misses it a little!”
Niu Xiaosheng immediately shivered. Then he suddenly sat up straight, looked at Mo Fan with a serious expression, and said, “Brother Laibao, you really underestimate me!”
“Does Niu Xiaosheng look like the kind of demon who can’t accept defeat?”
“Besides, it was just a bet fight. To avoid damaging our friendship, I didn’t even use my demon soldiers!
Otherwise, do you really think you could have beaten me?”
“Moreover, what I admire most is the strong! Since you could defeat me, I have nothing to say. On the contrary, I will respect you even more! How could I possibly go tell my father?”
“Good brother! We can be considered friends who met through fighting. I knew you were a demon who understands the bigger picture!”
Mo Fan smiled when he heard this. He reached out and slung an arm around Niu Xiaosheng’s shoulders, grinning slyly as he said, “Come on, let’s head back now. After you get yourself fixed up properly, big brother here will treat you to a whole-ox banquet!”
“…”
