Chapter 4: You said, who among us is the useless one

Although only three human patterns have been condensed, and compared to Mo, it is one realm lower, beneath Mo Zhi Yao's human patterns, there are still two hidden demonic patterns! The combination of human patterns and demonic patterns unleashes a power that is absolutely beyond imagination

Mo Yang, who turned his head, suddenly pressed his lips tightly together, saying nothing more, and leaned even closer behind Mo Heng. At this moment, Mo Zhiyao had already risen from his seat and was slowly walking towards the crowd

However, the current reality is that Mo Zhiyou not only endured it, but also subtly exhibited a trend of surpassing him, how could Mo Heng not be astonished

Little did he know that many years ago, Mo Zhiyao had mysteriously disappeared without reason. For this, Mo Heng had gritted his teeth in frustration, deeply regretting that he had not been able to subdue Mo Zhiyao. Unexpectedly, today, having successfully advanced and emerged from seclusion, he encountered Mo Zhiyao at the Shanyuan Building.

When everyone thought that Mo Zhiyao was about to take action, he completely ignored Mo Heng and the others, who were looking tense, just as he did in the past, and brushed past them without a glance.

As the fist approached, Mo Zhiyao's figure spun like lightning, turning around to grasp Mo Heng's fist with one hand, a strange red glimmer flickering amidst the coldness in his eyes

How come you are dressed like this? Are you going to beg? Knowing the path you will take in the future, it is not a bad idea to familiarize yourself with it in advance. Otherwise, you might end up unable to even beg for a meal and starve to death on the street, losing the reputation of your father as 'his bones are nowhere to be found'! Mo Heng's malice is gradually becoming more severe.

Releasing her palm, Mo Zhiyao's figure spun around, her right leg slicing through the air with a piercing sound as she delivered a spinning kick that struck the shoulder on the opposite side of Mo Heng. The sound of bones cracking echoed once more, and Mo Heng's scream became even more anguished as his body was sent flying, crashing to the ground.

The force transmitted from Mo Zhiyao's palm grew stronger, and while Mo Heng was surprised, he quickly swung another punch towards Mo Zhiyao's face.

In the battle against the demon beasts, the only outcome of defeat is a tragic death

Seeing Mo Zhiyao approaching, Mo Heng felt an inexplicable tension in his heart. He quickly lowered his crossed arms that were held in front of his chest and quietly clenched his fists, remaining on guard. The current Mo Zhiyao exuded an extreme sense of danger, and Mo Heng no longer dared to be as indifferent as he had been in the past

After successfully condensing the first magic pattern, Mo Zhiyao has already gained complete control over the power of absorption. Otherwise, at this moment, Mo Heng would have long been reduced to a mere skeleton.

At that moment, Mo Heng decided to humiliate Mo Zhi Yao once again. However, to his surprise, Mo Zhi Yao did not move a hand or open his mouth; with just a glance, he frightened the people around him into submission. How could Mo Heng not be enraged

Indeed. Indeed. However, this time, the voices of compliance are sparse and barely audible, clearly tinged with a strong sense of timidity. It is evident that this group of people has been psychologically intimidated by Mo Zhiyao's previous gaze, making them reluctant to act as arrogantly as they did before

However, when Mo Heng turned around and scanned the surroundings with a fierce glare, no one dared to speak. Perhaps it was the presence of many people that emboldened them, as the voices of agreement were significantly louder than last time

Mo Zhiyao's cold gaze swept across the crowd, and the laughter of the people abruptly ceased, as if someone had suddenly grasped their throats. For some unknown reason, this notorious waste of the Mo family, upon reappearing, emanated a chilling aura, akin to a venomous snake flicking its tongue, causing a sense of dread in others

The character of Mo Zhiyao is unclear to them, but Mo Heng is notorious, and few in Pan City are unfamiliar with him. Relying on a strong background, especially in the past two years since his father ascended to the position of elder, Mo Heng has been quite domineering, and while it may not be accurate to say he has committed every possible evil, it is not far from the truth

Previously, the desire to leave this place was not due to fear of Mo Heng, but rather because Mo Zhiyao felt that the killing intent within him was becoming somewhat uncontrollable. Ever since he condensed the magic patterns, it was manageable when there was nothing happening, but once his emotions became agitated, Mo Zhiyao found it difficult to suppress the surging killing intent in his heart

Mo Yang cursed inwardly upon hearing this. Initially, he intended to be a coward and, under the pressure from Mo Heng, he merely wanted to grunt a few times to brush it off. Unexpectedly, he was dragged into the situation by Mo Hang, and at this moment, remaining silent was no longer an option.

Speaking is merely speaking, yet Mo Hang's gaze remains restless, unwilling to meet Mo Zhi Yao's eyes. Anyone can see his lack of confidence, and in the end, he even has to rely on Mo Yang for courage, which also suggests a tendency to shift the blame elsewhere.

With a sharp clap, Mo Zhiyao's other hand accurately swatted away the punch coming from Mo Heng, and at the same time, with a flip of his palm, he firmly grasped Mo Heng's wrist

The regulations of the Mo family state that, regardless of the reason, no member shall harm their siblings; otherwise, the punishment will be death in severe cases or expulsion from the clan in lighter cases. This is also why in the past, Mo Heng only dared to injure Mo Zhiyao but did not dare to maim or kill him

Hmph! Mo Heng let out an angry huff and shot a fierce glare at Mo Hang and Mo Yang beside him. The two of them immediately shivered, and Mo Hang quickly spoke up, saying: "No, no! If you can't get by, just come find my elder brother. My elder brother has a heart of gold and won't let you starve to death on the streets! Right, Mo Yang?"

Of course, are you useless? It is normal not to get food. If you are really starving, just come to me. As long as you bow a few times, I might soften my heart for a moment, and considering that your surname is also Mo, I might give you the leftovers from my dog.

Seeing the ruffian looking for trouble, although no blows have been struck yet, it seems to be only a matter of moments. The diners have already left their seats early, retreating to the side to avoid being caught in the crossfire

On the second floor, there were still quite a few diners, who at this moment quietly distanced themselves and retreated to a far corner. Had it not been for Mo Heng and others blocking the staircase, these individuals would likely have fled long ago

In the past, Mo Yang would always refer to Mo Zhi Yao as a waste in unison with Mo Heng. However, at this moment, he simply could not bring himself to do so, and calling him by his name was already the greatest courage Mo Yang could muster.

Mo Zhiyao seemed to be oblivious, still heading towards the staircase as usual

Mo Zhiyao looked at Mo Heng, who had fallen to the ground and was screaming in agony, with an indifferent expression. He stepped forward without regard for anyone else, placed a foot on Mo Heng's face, bent down, and coldly said: "Tell me, who among us is the waste?"

Feeling the force transmitted from the fist, Mo Heng's face revealed a look of astonishment. Although this punch only used thirty percent of the strength, it was certainly not something that the Mo Zhi Yao he remembered could withstand

Slow down and do not act recklessly. The few individuals behind Mo Hang were also taken aback by this scene, their faces filled with shock and disbelief

Mo Heng's anger flared up ever since Mo Cang's death. He sought countless opportunities to find an excuse to beat Mo Zhi Yao, but Mo Zhi Yao was a tough nut to crack. No matter how badly he was beaten, he never begged for mercy. Moreover, the next time they met, he still wore an expression of indifference, which only fueled Mo Heng's rage further. He secretly vowed to make Mo Zhi Yao kneel and beg for mercy.

If you are still not satisfied, I can plead for you, and the brothers behind me can also provide you with some assistance. What do you all think? The last sentence was directed at the few people behind Mo.

Mo Yang's face twitched as he swallowed hard, seemingly trying to bolster his courage, and said loudly: "You are right, Mo Zhiyao, you should not be ungrateful. Today happens to be the great day when my elder brother advances and emerges from his seclusion. You should come and pay your respects to my elder brother. If you provoke my elder brother's displeasure, do not blame us brothers for being impolite! Don't you all agree?" The last sentence was directed at the crowd behind him.

Feeling the sudden increase in strength from Mo Heng's arms, the cold light in Mo Zhiyao's eyes intensified, and a trace of demonic energy quietly entered Mo Heng's body. Mo Heng's body immediately trembled violently, feeling as if the strength he had just gathered was like a flood breaking through a dam, pouring out uncontrollably, unable to resist Mo Zhiyao's restraint any longer

Although Mo Heng's movements were swift, they appeared exceedingly slow in the eyes of Mo Zhi Yao. Moreover, through the opposing fists and palms, Mo Zhi Yao could distinctly sense the flow of internal energy within Mo Heng's body. Based on the direction of the internal energy's movement, Mo Zhi Yao was fully capable of predicting Mo Heng's next action in advance. That extraordinary feeling of completely mastering the opponent brought immense satisfaction to Mo Zhi Yao

Mo Heng's repeated provocations have caused Mo Zhiyao's killing intent to reach its peak. If he does not leave soon, Mo Zhiyao cannot guarantee that he will not do something crazy.

Mo, with a robust physique and immense strength, was taken aback by Mo Zhiyao's astonishing performance. He quickly increased the force in his arms, intending to break free from Mo Zhiyao's grip

The killing intent within Mo Zhiyao was gradually rising, with a hint of red light brewing in his eyes

As I watched Mo Zhiyao walk past me without even glancing in my direction, a flash of anger crossed Mo's eyes, and he shouted, "Little waste, stop right there!"

The look of astonishment flashed by, and a mocking smile appeared on Mo Heng's face

With a dull thud, Mo Zhiyao's right leg swung up and struck Mo Heng's armpit fiercely like a whip

Mo Hang merely dragged Mo Yang into the water, while Mo Yang was even more ruthless, directly pulling everyone onto the pirate ship. The group of young men behind Mo Heng were all gritting their teeth, but it was not directed at Mo Zhi Yao, rather it was aimed at Mo Yang

Mo Heng has now reached the realm of Qi Gathering, having advanced based on the five human patterns. Among the current generation of the Mo family, he is undoubtedly ranked in the top ten. In Mo Heng's eyes, Mo Zhi Yao is merely a worthless individual unworthy of even carrying his shoes. It has only been a year since they last met, and Mo Heng firmly believes that Mo Zhi Yao could never rise from being someone who couldn't even condense a single human pattern to a level where he could pose a threat to him.

Little waste? You haven't died yet? I thought that 'advice' back then would make you suddenly realize and go find your deadbeat father to reunite with him! Hahahaha!

However, Mo Heng's relentless entanglement and aggressive demeanor, coupled with his proactive approach, ultimately provoked the ferocity within Mo Zhi Yao

The sound of footsteps, like the striking of heavy hammers, resonated in the hearts of the crowd. As Mo Zhiyao drew closer, the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression

Mo Heng was no exception; as he was swept by Mo Zhi Yao's gaze, an involuntary chill arose within his heart

The group of people behind Mo, also burst into laughter, filled with a sense of sarcasm, among which the laughter of Mo Hang and Mo Yang was the loudest

Seeing Mo Zhiyao about to go downstairs, Mo rushed forward and threw a punch at Mo Zhiyao's back, shouting, "You little waste, didn't you hear me speaking?"

Suppressing the tumult in his heart, Mo Heng's expression turned fierce, and he unleashed a torrent of harsh words.

The bone-crunching sound that sent chills down people's spines echoed in the ears of the onlookers, followed by Mo Heng's anguished scream

Mo Zhiyao's expression remained unchanged, his right hand resting on the table, the index finger rhythmically tapping on the surface, producing a sound of "pa, pa" that resonated with an enchanting melody

Although they were previously intimidated by Mo Zhiyao, in the hearts of the crowd, they still regarded him as the useless person who could be easily manipulated. Years of habit had led the young members of the Mo family to continue to hold disdain for Mo Zhiyao

When they saw that Mo Zhiyao could actually withstand a punch from Mo Heng, a wave of shock surged through everyone's hearts, making it hard to believe what they were witnessing

A ghostly figure circled from the front to behind Mo, and the red glow in Mo Zhiyao's eyes became increasingly pronounced, erupting with all his strength as the muscles in his arms instantly bulged

Mo Zhiyao, tempered between life and death, possesses a mastery of timing that far exceeds Mo Heng's imagination. Once he gains the upper hand, he will not afford his opponent any opportunity.

Mo Heng felt an overwhelming sense of frustration, having only been glanced at by Mo Zhi Yao. On his side, a group of people was completely subdued, not daring to even take a deep breath.