Chapter 24: Human-Sword Fight

Because he was using a ballpoint pen, Mo Qiong decisively chose to stab the opponent's mouth, and even added a layer of force when stabbing the opponent's mouth.

In this way, Zhao Mingjun's hand was stabbed and his knife was knocked down.

The accuracy just now was naturally the credit of the absolute hit feature. No matter how Zhao Mingjun dodged, he could never avoid this stab.

In a small space, it was fast and accurate, and there was no escape.

This was a method that Mo Qiong thought of to conceal the trajectory of the object he fired in close combat.

That is, after firing, holding it again, it will still maintain the previous force and go to the previously specified landing point.

As long as you don't let go, you won't give new force and new landing point.

When he was experimenting, Mo Qiong used this method to let himself fly with the arrow in his hand.

At this moment, in this small-scale fight, using this method to lock the opponent's attacking hand, it looks like Mo Qiong is manipulating the pen and accurately stabbing the target.

In fact, it is "controlling people with a sword".

It was the sword that was attacking the target, and his hand was just a burden. If he stood still, the sword in his hand would even drag him away...

In this way, as long as Mo Qiong slightly followed the sword in his hand, the fact that it was the sword itself that was chasing the target and stabbing would be perfectly concealed.

All bystanders would think that it was Mo Qiong who was using the weapon skillfully, rather than the weapon driving his arm, or even his entire body.

Because that was too absurd, no one would have thought of it.

On the contrary, if Mo Qiong did not do this, then the situation just now would be extremely strange.

The ballpoint pen would fly towards the target at a constant speed. When Zhao Mingjun's hand dodged downward, the pen would suddenly sink and chase, and then Zhao Mingjun's hand dodged upward again, and the pen tip would suddenly ignore gravity and fly upward.

With such a tortuous trajectory, wouldn't others be dumbfounded?

I'm afraid even a fool could see the problem, and then Mo Qiong would not be able to explain it at that time.

But now it's different. No matter how the pen changes its trajectory or direction, Mo Qiong's arm is connected to it.

In the eyes of others, all the changes of moves, all the "directly hitting the vital points", will be attributed to Mo Qiong's operation.

This method is very suitable for close combat, attacking instead of defending, and attacking the enemy will save.

If you attack the most threatening part of the enemy, such as the weapon, or the hand holding the weapon.

Then basically one move can disarm the opponent.

If this is considered a sword technique, then it has three characteristics.

First, this sword technique is almost certain that he stabs the opponent first.

Because it is difficult for the opponent to bypass a stab that will not slow down no matter how the moves are changed, and it will definitely hit his body.

Let alone changing the moves twice, even if it changes the moves two thousand times, it will not slow down, but will only be faster.

Unless the opponent's attack speed crushes Mo Qiong, or the weapon advantage is too great.

Secondly, this sword technique will hit the target with one strike, and there is no way to dodge.

After all, it is an absolute hit ability, so you can only resist it, or simply destroy his sword, so that you can only be hit by the fragments.

Finally, it is ever-changing and can be retracted and released freely.

With the sword in hand, Mo Qiong can give it strength and speed at any time.

Just now, he just strode forward holding the pen, adding force without thinking. Anyway, there is no need to worry about not being able to stab, the sword will ignore the dragging force and accept the useful force.

In this way, Mo Qiong greatly makes up for the shortcoming that the force given when he first shot out is insufficient.

After all, it is to be thrown out and then held instantly, and the initial speed is definitely not very fast. Therefore, after holding it, adding force, the sword can get faster and faster.

Similarly, the weakness of the sword that can only be fast but not slow can also be made up by Mo Qiong's personal operation.

After all, the sword is in his hand, as long as Mo Qiong lets go, the force will be refreshed and the ability will be triggered again.

This is also true for the landing point. The previous second is still attacking the left hand, and the sword may attack the right hand in the next second.

As long as Mo Qiong suddenly lets go quickly and holds it tightly, and then cooperates with the "heart method", that is, re-specifies the landing point in his mind, he can change the target of the sword's attack anytime and anywhere.

In this way, the sword can be flexible and changeable according to the actual situation.

This sword technique is ever-changing, and there is no actual move. Everything depends on adapting to the time and the place. This depends on Mo Qiong's mastery.

So from this point of view, the simple "controlling people with swords" cannot summarize it.

The body moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart.

While controlling people with swords, people do not lose control of the sword.

Mo Qiong prefers to call it "people and swords fighting each other".

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Zhao Mingjun leaned against the door, his right hand trembling, and blood flowed from his knuckles.

He was good at fighting since he was a child, and after growing up, he had been messing around for a long time, and he was quite good at using knives.

In particular, he really saw blood and had someone's life in his hands, so he didn't hesitate when he drew his knife.

But even so, Mo Qiong could still accurately capture the trajectory of his knife swing, and poked the knuckles with one stroke, quickly and accurately.

There was no hindrance when changing direction, and it was done in one go, naturally.

"What a powerful boy..."

Zhao Mingjun sneered, suddenly jumped up and pounced on the woman beside him, and then pushed her towards Mo Qiong.

He wanted to use this opportunity to open the door and escape. Anyway, he had already got the money, and he could live anywhere with the money.

Anyway, he didn't show his face, so he could run all the way to the countryside, and then travel overnight to other provinces, and he could live for a long time.

He only robbed 20,000 yuan, and the police would not set up checkpoints or blockades. When he went to other provinces, as long as he lived a low-key life, no one would know who he was or what he had done.

However, when Mo Qiong saw the woman staggering and falling over, he did not catch her as he expected, which would delay the time.

Instead, he squatted down slightly and supported her belly with both hands.

The woman fell back and bumped into Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun staggered, and then saw a ballpoint pen flying and piercing his cheek from the side.

"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun howled.

His head was even driven by the pen and hit the wall.

To be precise, it was the force of the pen that hit the mask and squeezed his head against the wall.

Under this squeeze, he only felt a sharp pain. The ballpoint pen pierced the mask, crushed the skin, pierced the cheek, and finally hit a certain right tooth.

That tooth was exactly the target of Mo Qiong's flying shot.

He had noticed some details of the other party's teeth before. One tooth was particularly conspicuous, crooked, black and yellow, and had two cavities.

With this as the goal, the ballpoint pen pierced through the mask, skin, flesh and blood, and finally stopped when it hit the teeth.

Because the ballpoint pen was not particularly sharp, and the speed was not particularly fast, the process was particularly painful. It was forced to crush the skin and flesh before it touched the teeth.

"Mmmmm..." Zhao Mingjun had a pen stuck in his cheek, which made him jump in pain.

However, he was also cruel and decisively endured the pain to pull out the pen, and blood stained with ink mixed together and flowed out.

"Wow... you... you..." Zhao Mingjun's speech was unclear, and he stared at Mo Qiong fiercely.

After such a delay, Mo Qiong had already stepped in front of him and punched him hard.

"Bang!"

The wound on his cheek was hit by this punch, and he was involuntarily beaten back while screaming in pain.

He staggered for four or five steps in a row, and the force was not relieved until he hit the dining table, making a ping-pong sound.

He sat on the ground, completely stunned, staring at Mo Qiong.

This guy is too good, is he a martial arts student?

"Tear it off!" Mo Qiong was merciless, and chased him again and stretched out his hand to tear off his mask directly.

Zhao Mingjun grimaced in pain when his wound was pulled.

Mo Qiong said, "Huh? You look a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere..."

Zhao Mingjun was shocked and thought to himself: I won't be caught here, right? No, I can't be caught.

With his past crimes, it must be the death penalty.

He was most afraid of death, and he didn't want to be shot anyway.

In order to survive, he roared like a beast and rushed towards Mo Qiong again.

In a fight between trapped beasts, this desperate man burst out with amazing strength and momentum.

Seeing this, Mo Qiong sank slightly and stabilized his center of gravity. Then he grabbed Zhao Mingjun's collar with his left hand, held his waist with his right hand, spun out half a circle, and threw it along.

"Bang..."

Zhao Mingjun was thrown out by him with a gesture that seemed to be a move of a thousand pounds with a little effort.

He hit his head against the cabinet in the living room and was bleeding on the spot.

Are you kidding, fighting with bare hands?

If it weren't for 50,000 yuan, if he met such a heinous person in private, Mo Qiong would have kicked him into the No. 3 furnace of the crematorium.

"I remember, aren't you the murderer on the wanted list?" Mo Qiong looked down at him and said, taking out his mobile phone and calling the police.

As for Zhao Mingjun, he was curled up on the ground in despair, holding his head.

After being hit hard twice in a row, he couldn't stand up because of the pain all over his body, and his head was still dizzy.

Seeing Mo Qiong calling the police, he let out a roar mixed with grunts, shouting that if he dared to call the police, he would kill his family, and his eyes were still fierce.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be threatened by this look.

But Mo Qiong called the police without any hesitation and asked them to come and "inspect the goods" as soon as possible. He would not be threatened by the walking 50,000 yuan. This guy should have been shot long ago.

"...Yes, it's this address."

"Well, send someone quickly. I think he is not only a robber, but also a wanted criminal..."

"I can't remember the name, but I remember that he is an A-level wanted criminal. The crime seems to be kidnapping and murder? Killed six hostages and an accomplice or something..."

"...Oh, don't worry about this, I have subdued him. Yes... Anyway, come quickly, someone is injured at the scene..."

"Okay, I'll wait..."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qiong found a stool to sit down, looking at the seriously injured Zhao Mingjun while looking at the owner of the house.

"It's so thrilling..." Mo Qiong sighed.

A man and a woman stared at him blankly. The situation reversed too quickly, making them dumbfounded.

After hearing Mo Qiong's sigh, the man thought: Do you think I'm blind? It's so thrilling. This is just a fighting master beating passers-by.

But he said: "Little brother is too fierce. He has real kung fu!"

Mo Qiong said: "It's okay. By the way, isn't this Xiaoxin's home?"

The couple was speechless: Who is Xiaoxin? Why do you think this is Xiaoxin's home?

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p.s: Liang Xiao is my favorite protagonist←←.