Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

"Move! Move faster!"

Seeing the dagger about to be inserted, Mo Hong's hair stood on end, and he became increasingly anxious, frantically urging himself to react.

Under the pressure of death, Mo Hong was almost driven by the instinct to survive. He twisted his body in a strange posture and just barely missed the dagger.

"I almost fell for your trick."

With a deep breath, Mo Hong turned his head back, his eyes fixed on Duan Jiudao, filled with killing intent.

If the actions taken earlier were merely out of a sense of social responsibility, then now they are truly mortal enemies.

If you hadn't reacted in time, you would have certainly died.

A martial artist at the Xuan realm often possesses strength exceeding a thousand jin. If that dagger were to pierce Mo Hong's body, it would almost certainly be fatal!

As for Duan Jiudao at this moment, his face had already sunk to the bottom. He never expected that his sneak attack could be dodged by a high school student.

The blood and energy he has recovered are only enough for him to make one more move.

If Mo Hong hadn't come, his restored blood and energy would have been almost enough to activate Ghost Shadow, allowing him to escape this predicament.

But given the current situation, he has no chance of survival!

"Great! I never thought I, Duan Jiudao, would be defeated by a little brat."

Duan Jiudao's face turned pale, and he sneered, "You made me suffer, so even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."

"You die too!"

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a ghostly figure, shrouded in a dagger, swooped down from the front, piercing towards Mo Hong with a whooshing sound.

"No, hide quickly!"

Zhao Feng was shocked. He had already overestimated Duan Jiudao enough, but he never expected that Duan Jiudao would still have spare strength. He immediately shouted a reminder.

Mo Hong's pupils contracted as he sensed the force of the impact, which was likely equivalent to the full-force strike of a martial artist with a physical fitness level of 7 or even 8!

However, the dagger appeared in front of Mo Hong in the blink of an eye, leaving him with almost no way to dodge.

"The momentum is rising!"

In the face of crisis, Mo Hong became highly focused and subconsciously swung his spear, a faint but powerful aura emanating from him.

A sting!

The spear and dagger clashed together, producing a metallic scraping sound.

Mo Hong exerted force with both hands, turning the gun 180 degrees and knocking the dagger back into the air.

"Mastery of martial arts? How could a high school student have such a high level of martial arts skill?"

Duan Jiudao seemed to have witnessed an unbelievable scene and exclaimed in disbelief.

Seeing that Duan Jiudao had no strength left, Mo Hong did not hesitate any longer. He rushed to Duan Jiudao's side in a few strides, raised his spear, and with a "thud," pierced deep into Duan Jiudao's heart.

Blood splattered, some of it landing on Mo Hong's face.

The light in Duan Jiudao's eyes gradually dimmed, his head lolled to the side, and he died completely.

"Huhuhu~"

After realizing he had killed someone, Mo Hong suddenly felt nauseous. His weapon slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

[Killing a Xuan-rank martial artist increases Devour Points by 30]

Mo Hong was stunned when he saw the scene unfolding before him.

At the same time, a red light quietly emerged from Duan Jiudao's corpse, then flew towards Mo Hong, disappearing only after entering his body.

Seeing this strange scene, Mo Hong's heart was in turmoil, and he almost subconsciously looked at Zhao Feng, wondering if he had also seen this phenomenon.

Seeing that Zhao Feng's expression remained normal, and that he still seemed amazed by the martial arts skills Mo Hong had just displayed, he was finally able to relax.

"Was he pretending, or did he genuinely not see it?"

Mo Hong still harbored this worry.

"Should we kill him too?"

The thought popped into Mo Hong's mind, but he immediately suppressed it.

Because he was unsure of Zhao Feng's condition, he wasn't confident he could kill him.

Even if he could actually kill him, he would likely be wanted by the entire alliance immediately, and his father, Mo Shanheng, would also be implicated. This was definitely not the outcome he wanted.

So, Mo Hong walked up to Zhao Feng and suddenly asked, "Brother Patrol Inspector, have you seen any strange phenomena on Duan Jiudao?"

No, did you discover something?

Zhao Feng asked in surprise.

Hearing this, Mo Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief before shaking his head and saying, "Perhaps it was my first time killing someone, and I was hallucinating."

"Haha, you helped me kill the criminal Duan Jiudao, which is a great achievement. You'll definitely get a reward afterward."

"By the way, my name is Zhao Feng. What's your name, young man?"

Zhao Feng pressed his hand against the wound on his back, slowly stood up, and grinned as he asked.

“My name is Mo Hong. Brother Zhao is too modest. If you hadn’t severely injured him, I probably wouldn’t have been able to kill him. Besides, it is the responsibility of every citizen to eliminate such a scourge.”

Mo Hong smiled faintly and said modestly.

"By the way, Brother Zhao, do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Mo Hong inquired.

Zhao Feng shook his head. "No need, my teammates will be here soon."

"In that case, I'll head back now. My family must be anxiously waiting for me to come home."

After making up a random excuse, Mo Hong wanted to leave.

"Don't rush, I still have something to say. I really didn't expect that there was a genius like you in Yanyang City. After graduating from the college entrance examination, how about you consider joining our military? We can provide the same resources that the Martial Arts University has."

After saying that, Zhao Feng took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Hong.

Mo Honggang was about to say he would consider it later, but Zhao Feng spoke first.

"It's okay if you don't agree now. If you change your mind after the college entrance exam, just give me this call. I, Zhao Feng, owe you a favor this time. You can call me anytime if you need anything in the future."

Mo Hong politely accepted the gift, chatted for a few minutes, and then left.

Watching Mo Hong's figure, Zhao Feng muttered to himself, "This Mo Hong is quite modest. Is he a genius who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts? That lord should like him this time."

About five or six minutes later, several people dressed in patrol uniforms arrived at lightning speed.

Seeing the horrific battle scene and Duan Jiudao's corpse not far away, I couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing Zhao Feng's severe injuries, everyone's expression changed. They quickly bandaged his wounds before asking, "Captain, are you alright?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Zhao Feng shook his head.

"As expected of the captain, I didn't expect that he could handle such a troublesome wanted criminal as Duan Jiudao on his own."

One person, wanting to lighten the mood, jokingly said...

"You're all talk and no action, it would be great if you were this enthusiastic when responding to calls."

Zhao Feng smiled too, but Mo Hong's image resurfaced in his mind once more...

Pengda Residential Area.

When Mo Hong got home, he first took a hot shower and wiped the blood off his body.

Looking back on what happened today, Mo Hong felt as if he were in a dream.

Especially after his first murder, although he felt nauseous at first, Mo Hong didn't expect to adapt so quickly.

But what shocked Mo Hong the most was not these things, but that he actually gained more Devour Points after killing someone!

"Does this mean I'm being asked to kill someone?"

Thinking of this, Mo Hong's expression turned somewhat strange.