Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 82: Battle Of Mo Ming

"Oh, is this Lawrence's young master interested in me?" The milky-haired girl smiled charmingly and gently pressed her hand against Og's thin chest, slowly touching it down.

Aug's breathing quickened, while the girls' companions at the table looked at him with smiles. They had no intention of interfering at all.

Finally, the girl's hand slid past Ogre's waist and landed in his position. She gently waved her hand, causing the young man's eyes to almost spit out flames. But then, the girl's eyes suddenly turned cold. The hand holding Ogre's vital points suddenly grew stronger, and Ogre fell from heaven to hell. He screamed, "Let go! Let go!"

Josh and the others' expressions suddenly changed. The girl clenched her hands again and sat on the chair like this, suddenly turning around. His slender long legs pushed hard on Aug's lower abdomen, directly kicking the youth away and crashing into the front of the bar.

"Impudent!" Josh slapped the table and said, "You actually dare to go to Lawrence's Young Master Traveling District. He's a lowly man. He's a noble!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the girl's table. A few teenagers drank some wine and, in order to show their loyalty, followed behind Josh. Only Alan continued to drink his own muggy wine with his back to them.

The young man at the table suddenly stood up. One of them was very tall. He had a head of brown hair scattered all over his body, and his sturdy physique was well-defined. His coat was half-open, revealing a pile of fluff underneath. The man clenched his fists gently, and a loud cracking sound rang out between his joints. It was extremely attractive. Looking at Josh and the others with a contemptuous smile, the young man sneered, "Young masters, you have come to the wrong place. This is not the twilight, but the old oak tree. It is not your place at all. Since you have come, you must follow the rules here."

"The rules here are also very simple. Identity and wealth don't work in the old oak tree. Whoever has a hard fist is the boss, understand?"

"Then I'll tell you my rules. My rule is, whoever punches me, I'll beat him all over the floor. Now that this woman has kicked my friend, you only have two choices. First, let her go with us. As long as she makes us all happy tonight, then this matter will be fine. "The second one is very simple. Kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes. I can also be a big man and let bygones be bygones." Josh replied, looking back at the young man.

The brown-haired youth sneered, while his companions were already enraged. The millet-haired girl suddenly pulled out her dagger and smiled, "Perhaps I can give you a third choice, that is, let me chop off all of you brats."

A companion beside him laughed and said, "Come on, Zia. These kids aren't as thick as their fingers. What's the point of chopping them off?"

Josh and the other youths' faces immediately turned red. They had never been humiliated like this before, and without Josh's orders, they had already pounced towards each other with loud shouts. Josh turned around and shouted, "Alan, come and help!"

Alan felt a burst of irritation. He hated the feeling of being dragged into the water, not to mention that he had advised Aug not to cause trouble before. Josh pretended not to hear him, and his eyes flashed with anger. He no longer called out and angrily pounced towards the brown-haired youth.

Apart from Josh, the other youths were only rank 5 or 6 Origin Energy Cultivators. How could they possibly be the opponents of these youths who had clearly constructed their own circuits? They had already been beaten to the ground in less than three or two strikes, but they still cared about the nobility of these youths and did not dare to make any vicious moves. On the other hand, the woman named Qia was very ruthless. The dagger flew over and pulled out long wounds on the thighs of several teenagers. One of them even stabbed the dagger into her thigh, causing the teenager to cry out in pain.

Ellen shook his head, jumped down, and turned to them. "Stop it. Even if they offended you first, you taught them a lesson. It won't end well if they continue."

Zia was pressing her buttocks on the youth's body. The dagger slashed across the youth's thigh again. Then, she looked up at Alan and said, "Are you one of them?"

Alan thought of the damn "social" and spread out his hands. "We came together."

"That's enough. You so-called nobles are disgusting to look at!" Zia suddenly rubbed her body and pounced on Alan.

She was as fast as a female leopard, and the dagger in her hand was made of fangs. What made Alan even more puzzled was the killing intent in this woman's eyes, and the dagger in her hand was even handed to his throat, as if she wanted to kill him on the spot.

Alan snorted coldly. He didn't know this woman at all, so he couldn't understand why she had murderous intent. However, he did not have the habit of waiting for death, so he took the next step to avoid the other party's blade. At the same time, he stretched his hand behind his waist, and the devil praise that he had been carrying immediately arrived in his hand. Alan twisted his wrist, and the dagger flew towards the woman's neck.

Women are also good, slender waist twisting, people should be both loosened. He pounced again and stabbed the dagger again. Alan swept his shoulders away and took the opportunity to lean forward, knocking Zia back repeatedly.

Zia snorted and wanted to go up again, but she heard a voice shouting, "Let me do it!"

A voice sounded from behind Alan. He turned around and found that Josh had been knocked down at some point. His face was bruised and he fainted. Looking at the figure in front of him, the brown-haired youth looked at Ellen in leisure and said, "You are much stronger than them. Even Zia can't get any advantage from you. Interesting."

Alan shook his head and said, "Enough. Let me take them away now. It won't do you any good to continue fighting."

"What, you only know how to be afraid now? Little Young Master?" The brown-haired youth said contemptuously.

Alan took a deep breath and restrained his anger, "It's for your own good. Listen, the family behind me is Beth Cod. Even so, do you want to continue?"

He did not like to use his identity to suppress others, but in this situation, if he did not reveal a sufficient identity, he would probably still be entangled with these people. Upon hearing Beth Cod, the onlookers who had been watching quietly dispersed. Even Zia and her companions also made a move, and then they shook their heads at the brown-haired youth.

Alan heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that things could end peacefully. However, at this moment, Origin Energy surged in the field, and the light patterns on the brown-haired youth's body flashed, forming a fist imprint on his chest. The brown-haired youth's right hand trembled and a strange buzzing sound came from the tip of his fist. He strode forward and said, "So what if Beth Cod? Is it because you are nobles that you can do whatever you want?"

His Origin Energy was dense and condensed, giving people a full sense of strength. When the brown-haired youth walked over step by step, it actually made people feel as if the bar was shaking gently! It was the illusion that the viewer's senses were affected by Origin Energy. At this moment, the temperature in the bar suddenly rose. Allen's body was seen flashing with orange lines of light, and a flaming sword carving appeared on his forehead.

The devil's praise was wrapped up by the high temperature flames. Alan held his saber in his back and shook his head. "You still have time to stop now."

"Shut up!" The brown-haired youth's tongue flashed like spring thunder as he bellowed and punched out.

Rumbling sounds rang out in the air. The ripples visible to the naked eye wrapped around the young man's fist and shot towards Allen's head like cannonballs. Even at this moment, Alan was as calm as ever. He could even see the calm in the young man's eyes. This was far from his righteous indignation.

Could it be that those were just excuses? An excuse to attack him?

These thoughts flashed through Alan's mind.

A heavy punch struck.

"It's a heavy artillery fist!" Zia screamed, "Stop, Wilick! Don't use this move "

The spectators all found it difficult to breathe, as if the young man named William had punched out and sucked out the air around him at the same time. In Allen's eyes, he could clearly see that the Origin Energy of Welik's fist was circulating in a certain pattern. They brought along the surrounding air, forming a dense mass of air. Alan inhaled, and in his bright red pupils, a flaming moon suddenly rose!

The devil's salute drew an arc of flame in the air. The burning flaming moon collided with Wilick's heavy cannon fist, causing the bar to explode with a muffled sound. The high-density air mass in front of the heavy punch exploded, accompanied by a hundred thousand streams of fire spraying out in all directions, causing the spectators to shout in alarm and scatter in all directions. Two different types of Origin Energy collided with each other, and the shock wave caused the glass and wine bottles on the nearby table to explode, and even the glass of the door and window in the distance to explode one by one.

Alan took a few steps back and his blood energy surged. Her throat sweetened and she involuntarily spat out a small mouthful of blood. Looking at Wilick, his fur clothes were ignited by the flames of the Flaming Moon, but it was quickly extinguished by his own Origin Energy. However, the young man also looked extremely miserable.

Welik took a deep breath and moved his Origin Energy again, wanting to attack again. Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and an old man with a biting pipe, a red nose, and half-drunk eyes said, "You should stop, little fellow. I don't want you to hurt Beth Cod's men in my bar, not to mention, it's a little different from what you said before."

Ellen frowned slightly. The old man's words sounded like this young man named William had known he would come. Alan looked at Josh thoughtfully.

After being stopped by the old man, Wilick sighed and winked at the others. Very quickly, they walked cleanly. The old man looked at Alan and said, "Take your companion and leave."

"Wait, what do you mean by what you said just now? That William, what did I tell you before?" Alan stopped him and asked.

The old man spat out a cigarette ring and chuckled, "I'm really sorry, young master. Look at me. I'm old and have a bad memory. I forgot what that bastard Wilick said to me."

Ellen knew that he would not tell the truth. Seeing that he had stopped Wilick with a push just now, this old man was definitely not simple either. Alan could only dismiss the thought of asking and wake Josh up. When Josh woke up, he remembered what had happened and immediately felt ashamed. At this point, everyone naturally had no interest in drinking, and they all helped each other out of the bar.

The youth was naturally filled with hatred, but the one who was most depressed was Alan. It was obviously none of his business, but Mo Ming had a strange fight. Thinking back to Wilick, his gaze, and the words of the bartender, Alan felt that the reason behind this was not simple.