Chapter 92 91. Madam, I Want to Be with Your Daughter...

Mo Cheng didn't take the threat of a wolf seriously.

Because there is no need. At least at this time, he knows very well that Margaret's resources [downstairs copy] are provided by the Lauren Frost family, and the disputes over the interests of Shimmer Shop are also blocked by the Lauren Frost family. .

When he gets more than what he paid for, Mo Cheng doesn't mind being polite and making concessions.

Even the current situation is not considered a concession at all.

After a long time, Marquis Martha's shouting finally stopped, and she casually dropped the giant sword in her hand on the ground, causing a slight shaking feeling.

The mass of that super giant sword perfectly matched its appearance.

"how many times?"

The Marquise, who didn't even break a sweat, suddenly spoke and asked an unknown question.

Mo Cheng half-closed his eyelids and reported a number, "One thousand, seven hundred and eighty-five slashes. At the 1,783rd time, the contraction of force slowed down for a moment, causing the fibers on the contact surface of the wooden stake to break. "

If it hadn't been for that mistake, Mo Cheng estimated that he would have had to wait for a while longer.

"You're a very smart kid, do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Marquise Martha spoke very kindly and had no aristocratic airs at all, but Mo Cheng could feel a pressure.

"Margaret plans to repair the Dawn Wind tomorrow and use the Master of Winterhold's masterpiece magic circle. She needs me to accompany her to complete it. The Marquis's idea is probably to check whether I have the ability to help Margaret before setting off. .”

Mo Cheng's tone was calm and without any waves, and he could also guess what was going to happen next.

Basically, [Foreign Land] players will encounter something more or less every time they conduct this type of special copy.

"Hateful, he is actually a smart child." Mo Cheng's guess was all right, but Marquis Martha fell into depression instead, "I also wanted to pretend that it was my daughter's first time to bring a boy home and ask where your relationship is going. joke."

Very good, very consistent with the thoughts of a normal mother. If Marquis Martha didn't have a wolf-like smile on her face at this time, Mo Cheng might really think that Marquis Marquis Martha had misunderstood his relationship with Margaret. .

The one who smiled was like a female wolf encountering prey, cruel, cunning, and a wolf king.

On the soft and white face of Marquis Martha, the smile could stop a child from crying at night. It could be called a [Yan Yi], "Are you ready?"

"please wait for a moment."

Mo Cheng walked aside and took off his priest's uniform, revealing his covered muscles and black vest. He also took off his white gloves and glasses, folded them neatly and put them aside.

"Before that, let me ask something irrelevant. Marquis, do you have a child named [Clark] or [Bruce]?"

"No, is that the name you and Margaret have decided on for my grandson? Clark Lauren Frost, Bruce Lauren Frost, is a good name."

I don’t know if it was serious or a joke, but it was obvious that no matter what kind of Mo Cheng would take it seriously, he said, "Margaret and I are not what you think, please don't continue to joke about this."

After taking off his glasses, Mo Cheng's eyes were clear and sharp. Even Marquis Martha couldn't help but praise her: "Very beautiful eyes."

"Thanks for the compliment, I'm ready."

"Then... let's begin!"

As soon as the word "Start" came out of his mouth, Mo Cheng took action first, slashing at Martha's neck with his five fingers. At the same time, he kicked out soundlessly with his feet, the holy light on his toes was like substance.

Martha raised her left hand and grabbed Mo Cheng's wrist first. Then she raised her long boots and pressed her knees against Mo Cheng's legs from the side, neutralizing the attack. "Haha, it's a beautiful attack. You remind me of Bei Those little wolf cubs in the forest."

A flick of her wrist did not shake Martha's palm away, but made her numb from the pinch. Mo Cheng turned his palm into a fist, and the muscles all over his body contracted suddenly, and then exploded again. His entire arm lit up with pure holy light, shaking off Martha's grip.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Cheng did several backflips to distance himself. At the same time, he used holy light to continuously treat the area just touched by Martha.

There were large bruises on the wrists and the crooks of the legs. Mo Cheng's feeling was correct. The commander of the Northern Blue Wolf Legion in front of him was at the eighth level of strength.

Even if the opponent didn't use any combat skills or abilities just now, just crushing him with attributes and rank would cause him harm.

Pure level and attribute crushing, there is no hope of victory at all, but Martha is not here to kill Mo Cheng today, nor is she just here to play with him.

He waved his palms to get rid of the burning pain of being eroded by the holy light, "The purity of the holy light is very high. Even I can feel it a little bit in close contact."

As the most unique damage type among skills [Pure Damage], Holy Light's damage does not take advantage of magic resistance or level difference, but this level of Holy Light can only make the opponent feel pain.

"If this continues, you will have no other outcome than losing, so give you some confidence." Martha raised three fingers, "I asked people to hold Margaret back. According to her mind, she has now discovered, But it will take three minutes to get here.”

"How about if you persist for three minutes without getting knocked down or injuring me, even a minor injury counts as your victory?"

Martha's smile was strangely sweet, but combined with her expression, it made people feel like a hungry wolf watching its prey.

"If you win, I will give you a small gift."

"Okay!" Mo Cheng had no intention of rejecting communication. When the gap was too big, spending three minutes through communication was not a shameful thing.

But Mo Cheng still planned to try, trying to injure the strong man in front of him, the wolf king who controlled the northern territory of Aundair.

Facing a strong person on the eighth level, it is a rare opportunity to be able to do as much damage as you want without worrying about the consequences.

And Mo Cheng happens to be a person who is good at seizing opportunities.

His mind entered the most tranquil Zen state, and then he smashed it into pieces with fury. In an instant, Mo Cheng burst out with terrifying speed and power, and in an instant his fist had already hit Martha.

"With this kind of instantaneous explosive power, I take it back. You are more talented than all the kids in the North."

There was a rare hint of seriousness in Martha's eyes, and her feeling told her that if she continued to face it with a playful attitude, she would make a fool of herself.

And her feeling was that she was not deceived. When Martha grabbed Mo Cheng's wrist, she suddenly realized that the punch did not have much power at all and was a feint.

At the same time, Mo Cheng stretched out a finger from his fist, and then, as if there was explosive hidden at the base of the finger, the index finger exploded with a burst of power. The impact of the explosion turned the index finger into a bullet, and it was firmly pressed against on the wall.

"I won."

Mo Cheng declared his victory calmly, and Martha looked back. There was a golden hair stuck on the nail of the broken index finger.