boyutpedia Chapter 301 Meeting old acquaintances
Chapter 301 Meeting old acquaintances
Mo Ming snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and flames suddenly surged from the bronze Demon-Suppressing Sword, transforming into a fiery sword aura that slashed out fiercely. The sword aura swept across, and several survivors didn't even have a chance to react before being engulfed by the flames, letting out shrill screams.
"Get out of my way!" Mo Ming's voice was icy, his gaze sharp as he scanned the surrounding survivors.
The survivors initially thought their superior numbers would allow them to overwhelm the silver-armored youth and Mo Ming, but they now realized that these two were no ordinary opponents, but rather two terrifying beasts. Their attacks were fierce and ruthless, completely overwhelming the disorganized survivors.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" someone shouted, trying to escape the battlefield.
However, the silver-armored youth gave them no chance whatsoever. He swung his spear fiercely, and lightning transformed into a massive arc of electricity, striking directly at the survivors who were trying to escape.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!" the silver-armored youth roared, lightning crackled, and the survivors fell screaming, the scene a bloody mess.
Mo Ming watched coldly, the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand trembling slightly, flames leaping on the blade, like a hungry fire beast.
Unlike the silver-armored youth, he did not act with rage, but instead eliminated his opponents one by one with precision and lethality. Each of his sword strikes was as fast as lightning, the fiery sword energy tearing through the air and forcing his enemies into a desperate situation.
"Stop fighting! We surrender!" Finally, someone couldn't withstand the pressure, dropped their weapon, and knelt down to beg for mercy.
The silver-armored youth sneered, "Trying to surrender now? Too late!" He flicked his spear, and lightning surged toward the man like a tidal wave.
"enough."
Mo Ming said coldly, raising his hand and waving it. The flames on the bronze demon-suppressing sword suddenly exploded, forming a fire barrier that blocked the silver-armored youth's lightning.
"What are you doing?" The silver-armored youth glared at Mo Ming, his eyes filled with anger.
"No need to waste time."
Mo Ming said coldly, turning his gaze to the man in the center of the factory, "Our target is the resource box, not these small fry."
The silver-armored youth gritted his teeth, but ultimately sheathed his spear and snorted coldly, "Hmph."
After a fierce battle, almost all the survivors in the factory were wiped out, with only a few seriously injured and unable to fight. The person who had initially escaped with the resource box was now standing on a high platform in the factory, looking at the silver-armored youth and Mo Ming with a gloomy expression.
"I didn't expect the two of you to be so strong..." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with fear.
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the resource box," the silver-armored youth said coldly, pointing his spear at the man, lightning crackling at the tip, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
The man sneered, "You think you've already won?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped off the platform, pulled a small device from his pocket, pressed the button hard, and two mechanical wings suddenly appeared on his body. Then he glided away.
Seeing this, Mo Ming and the silver-armored youth also gave chase at top speed.
Just as the two were about to catch up with the man, a deep rumble suddenly came from afar. Immediately afterwards, a dark figure descended from the sky, landing heavily between the three, creating a huge crater in the ground.
As the smoke cleared, a man clad in black armor slowly rose to his feet. He was burly, with a stern face, and held a massive battle axe in his hand. The axe blade gleamed with a ghostly blue light, radiating a chilling aura.
"Enough." The man's deep voice boomed like thunder, carrying an unquestionable authority.
The silver-armored youth and Mo Ming stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed warily on the man before them.
Just as the black-armored man finished speaking, a series of light footsteps sounded in the distance, as if treading on everyone's hearts. Mo Ming's gaze instinctively turned towards the direction from which the sound came, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face instantly darkened.
A figure slowly emerged from the other end of the smoke and dust. The person wore a deep purple robe, embroidered with intricate dark gold patterns, resembling flowing flames.
His face was handsome but carried a hint of coldness, with a half-smile playing on his lips and a dangerous, unsettling aura in his eyes.
"Long time no see, Mo Ming." The man in purple robes spoke softly, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
"It's you..." Mo Ming's voice trembled slightly as he gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white. His gaze was fixed on the purple-robed man, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, "Wang Mingyang!"
Upon hearing this name, a look of shock appeared on the silver-armored youth's face as he looked at Mo Ming, "Wang Mingyang? You know him?"
The man in purple robes chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned by the silver-armored youth's words. He looked up at Mo Ming, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Mo Ming, I never expected to run into you here. It's truly fate."
Wang Mingyang's smile deepened, his eyes filled with obvious mockery. He slowly took a few steps forward, standing beside the black-armored man, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Mo Ming and the silver-armored youth, as if he were sizing up prey.
"Mo Ming, when old friends meet, why be so tense right from the start?"
Wang Mingyang chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice, "For my sake, let that guy who stole the treasure chest go. He's one of my men."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming's eyes grew even colder. He slightly raised his sword, the blade pointing directly at Wang Mingyang. "Wang Mingyang, you're a bastard! Your face? You have no face whatsoever! Don't even mention you, even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I still wouldn't let him go!"
Wang Mingyang was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, his laughter tinged with contempt. "Mo Ming, you're still the same as before, impulsive and inflexible."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Mo Ming shouted coldly, sword energy gathering around him and spiritual power surging around him, clearly ready to make a move.
The silver-armored youth stood to the side, his gaze shifting between Mo Ming and Wang Mingyang. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke up: "Mo Ming, I have a suggestion. How about we join forces, take them out, and then split the contents of the resource box equally?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ming turned to look at the silver-armored youth, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but quickly nodded, "Okay."
The silver-armored youth grinned, his spear crackling with lightning, his fighting spirit soaring. "That's exhilarating! Let them see what it means to not court death."
Seeing this, Wang Mingyang's smile gradually faded, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. He gently patted the black-armored man's shoulder and said in a calm tone, "It seems these two are determined to refuse a polite toast and then suffer the consequences. In that case, there's nothing more to say."
The man in black armor nodded slowly, the battle axe in his hand trembled slightly, and the dark blue light became even more dazzling.
He took a step forward, and the ground trembled again. His deep voice boomed like thunder, "Since that's the case, then don't blame us for being impolite."