Peerless War God

Boom!    

In an instant, Mo Kuan was sent flying. His body flew backwards, smashing through several buildings before finally coming to a stop.    

Seeing this scene, the few subordinates of the ship's boss, Mo Da, were all stupefied, unable to recover from their shock for a short period of time.    

Although he had already expected that Mo Su would be strong, he should be stronger than Mo Kuan.    

However, the power of this punch was truly telling these Flood Dragon Clans.    

It was no longer just a matter of the width of his arms, but a crushing pressure that left him with no strength to fight back.    

"As expected, I'm not used to it."    

Chen Xiao frowned and rubbed his wrist.    

Now that he was possessed by Mo Su, he naturally had to rely on this Flood Dragon Clan's body to display his strength.    

It had to be said that the strength of the Sea Clan's bodies were indeed much better than humans.    

At the Saint Ruler's level, he was completely capable of unleashing the full power of the body of the Flood Dragon Clan.    

However, this was not his original body after all. It was always a little awkward to use it.    

For example, if you forged a powerful golem, you could control it to fight.    

There was still a huge difference between going to battle directly with his main body.    

However, even if he wasn't used to this alien's body, it was enough to crush Mo Kuan.    

The difference between the two realms and the degree of control they had over their strength was simply too great.    

"You, pu …"    

With great difficulty, Mo Kuan, who fell on the ground in a sorry state, raised his head and glared at Chen Xiao.    

Just as he was about to open his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. His face immediately turned pale.    

His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.    

The power of this punch was simply too great.    

In the past, Mo Su was a disciple of Mo He. He had a big backer, but his teacher was the Second Elder, so he was not afraid.    

However, no matter how hard he tried, he was still no match for Mo Su. He was defeated time and time again by his opponent.    

Jealousy and hatred slowly emerged in Mo Kuan's heart.    

A few years ago, Mo He's death caused a drastic change in the Mohe Clan. As one of the disciples of the Mohe Clan, Mo Su was also affected.    

To be coldly stared at, to be crowded out.    

All the cultivation resources, spirit materials, etc that could be easily obtained in the past were gone in an instant.    

Mo Su fell from heaven to hell in one night, which made Mo Kuan's heart fill with ecstasy. Finally, he had a chance to be rid of his previous humiliation.    

In the years after Mo He's death, not only did Mo Su not get enough cultivation resources.    

He would even be deliberately tricked and criticized. All of this was because of Mo He.    

Mo He's death had also caused the deaths of nearly half of the elite warriors of the family. For the entire Mojiao Clan, this was a disaster.    

Because of this, the amount of cultivation resources Mo Kuan received did not decrease at all. In fact, it even increased.    

It was also because of Mo He that the overall strength of the Mojiao Clan had been greatly reduced.    

In order to make up for this, after studying it, the elders of the Mo-Jiao clan unanimously made a decision.    

He opened up the clan's treasury and released even more materials and spirit materials for cultivation.    

Large amounts of middle and lower level Flood Dragon clan cultivators, hence received benefits.    

However, this naturally didn't include Mo Su.    

Mo Kuan was very clear about Mo Su's situation. He coldly watched from the side, taking pleasure in Mo Su's misfortune.    

In fact, he was already imagining the day when he would trample Mo Su beneath his feet.    

Because of this, he trained even harder these past few years.    

All of these efforts were just for one goal, and that was …    

Defeating Mo Su would be the best way to wash away his shame.    

It was because of this that the deacon Mo Gao didn't hesitate at all when he came to ask Mo Da to help him teach the ship's captain a lesson.    

Logically speaking, he was the disciple of the Second Elder.    

Currently, his status and prestige in the Wyrm Tribe was at the peak.    

To go up against such a captain was really a bit of a loss. He would most likely be laughed at in secret.    

Mo Kuan was obviously not thinking about these. He knew that if he were to hit Mo Da, Mo Su would be attracted to him.    

When that time came, he would openly defeat Mo Su and wash away his shame and the hatred that had accumulated in his heart for so many years. Wouldn't that be great?    

And it was just as he had expected.    

However, this result was something he'd never expected.    

Reality was often cruel and bizarre. He had only punched out once and he had already lost. He had lost so utterly and so unwillingly.    

"Impossible, this time, I will not lose to you."    

Mo Kuan, who was wounded by Chen Xiao's punch, roared in anger and slowly stood up.    

Circles of blue light slowly flowed around his body.    

His momentum continued to rise.    

"Mo Su, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Watch my moves."    

Mo Kuan began to gather his energy, the blue light around his body became brighter and brighter, and his aura also became stronger and stronger.    

Chen Xiao stood on the spot, looking at him with a playful expression.    

If this was another script, then Mo Kuan might really be able to make a comeback and defeat Mo Su to wash away his shame.    

Perhaps in the future, it would even become a legend of the Wyrm Tribe and become a model of inspiration.    

But now, all of this was ruthlessly crushed by Chen Xiao.    

Mo Su, who was possessed, had no chance of failure.    

"Is that so?"    

Chen Xiao smiled mockingly.    

To be able to strangle someone else's hope was actually a very interesting thing. Especially since this sort of thing happened to someone else, it would be even more interesting.    

"Die!"    

Chen Xiao's mocking expression completely stung Mo Kuan.    

Scenes of the past quickly appeared before his eyes, causing him pain and discomfort.    

Ever since he was young, he had competed with Mo Su many times, to the point where he almost couldn't remember the number of times.    

But he'd never won a single time.    

"You, just lie down."    

Chen Xiao said with an expressionless face. He punched again with his right hand.    

He sent out a blue shadow of a fist, which quickly landed on Mo Kuan's body.    

Mo Kuan, who was accumulating his energy and preparing to strike with all his strength, was immediately interrupted. The Fa Li he had gathered earlier was also dispersed by a single punch.    

Once again, he fell to the ground in a sorry state, sprawled on his back and looking extremely comical.    

The internal injuries caused by the two successive punches were so unbearable that he wanted to spit out blood, but he couldn't. He could only hold it in.    

This feeling was indescribably aggrieved.    

Chen Xiao had held back. Although he could injure the opponent, it wouldn't cause too much damage.    

He had done all that he could to avenge Mo Da, and the anger in his heart had also dissipated.    

He did not want to lose his head because of a moment of hot-bloodedness, resulting in unnecessary trouble.    

Standing behind Mo Kuan was the second elder of the Mojiao Clan.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]