As he was using a ballpoint pen, Mo Qiong decisively chose to stab his opponent's palm. When he stabbed his opponent's palm, he even added a layer of force.
In this way, Zhao Mingjun's hand was injured and his knife was knocked away.
The accuracy just now was naturally due to the Absolute Hit characteristic. No matter how Zhao Mingjun dodged, he would not be able to dodge this stab.
Within a small space, it was fast and accurate, and it could change moves. There was no way to dodge.
This was a method that Mo Qiong thought of to hide the trajectory of his shot during close combat.
After shooting, when he held it again, it would still maintain its previous force and head to the designated landing point.
As long as he did not let go, there would not be any new force or new landing point.
When he was experimenting, Mo Qiong used this method to make himself fly up while holding the arrow.
At this moment, in this small fight, using this method to lock onto the opponent's attacking hand looked like Mo Qiong was controlling the pen to accurately stab the target.
In reality, it was' using the sword to control the opponent '.
It was the sword that was attacking the target. 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 adjusted the sword in his hand, he could perfectly hide the fact that the sword was chasing after the target.
All the onlookers would think that Mo Qiong was using the weapon exquisitely, and not the weapon driving his arm or even his entire body.
Because that was too ridiculous, no one would think of it.
On the other hand, if Mo Qiong did not do so, 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 moved downwards, the pen would suddenly move downwards to attack. Then, when Zhao Mingjun's hand moved upwards again, the pen would suddenly ignore gravity and fly upwards.
With such a twisting trajectory, wouldn't the onlookers be stunned?
Even a fool would be able to see the problem, and Mo Qiong would not be able to explain it.
However, it was different now. No matter how the pen changed its trajectory or direction, Mo Qiong's arm was still connected to it.
In the eyes of the onlookers, all the changes in moves and all the 'targeting' would be attributed to Mo Qiong's manipulation.
This method was very suitable for close combat. Using offense as defense, attacking the enemy's critical point.
If one attacked the enemy's most threatening place, such as the weapon or the hand holding the weapon.
Then one move could basically disarm the enemy.
If this was a type of sword technique, then it had three characteristics.
First of all, it was almost certain that he would stab his opponent first.
This was because it was very difficult for the opponent to avoid a stab that would not slow down no matter how many times he changed his move. It would definitely hit his body.
Not to mention changing moves twice, even if he changed moves two thousand times, he wouldn't slow down and would only speed up.
Unless the opponent's attack speed was much faster than Mo Qiong's, or the advantage of their weapon was too great.
Secondly, this sword technique would hit the target with a single strike, and there was no way to dodge it.
After all, it was an ability with absolute accuracy. He could only take it head-on or simply destroy his sword so that he would only be hit by the fragments.
Finally, it was able to transform into a myriad of forms and be freely retracted.
With the sword in his hand, Mo Qiong could increase its strength and speed at any time.
Just now, he had taken large strides forward with the brush in his hand, mindlessly increasing his strength. In any case, he didn't have to be afraid that he wouldn't be able to stab him. The Strength Path Sword would ignore the burden and accept the useful Strength Path Sword.
In this way, it made up for the fact that Mo Qiong did not have enough strength when he first shot it out.
After all, he had to throw it out and grab it instantly. The initial speed would definitely not be very fast. Therefore, after grabbing it and increasing his strength, the sword would become faster and faster.
Similarly, the weakness of the sword that could only be fast and not slow could also be made up by Mo Qiong's personal operation.
After all, with the sword in his hand, as long as Mo Qiong released his grip, the strength would be refreshed and the ability would be triggered a second time.
It was the same for the landing point. One second it was attacking the left hand, and the next second the sword might attack the right hand.
As long as Mo Qiong suddenly released his grip quickly and clenched it quickly, together with the 'mental cultivation method', which was to redesignate the landing point in his heart, he could change the target of the sword anytime.
In this way, the sword could be flexible and flexible according to the actual situation.
This sword technique was ever-changing and didn't have any actual moves. Everything depended on adapting to the situation and local conditions. This was all dependent on Mo Qiong's mastery of it.
Looking at it this way, simply 'using the sword to control the person' was not enough to describe it.
The body moved with the sword, and the sword moved with the heart.
While using the sword to control the person, the person did not lose control of the sword.
Mo Qiong liked to call it 'Man and Sword Control'.
…
Zhao Mingjun leaned against the door. His right hand was trembling and bleeding.
He was good at fighting since he was young. After he grew up and messed around for a long time, he was quite good at using knives.
Especially when he saw blood and had a human life in his hands, he did not hesitate to use the knife.
But even so, Mo Qiong could still accurately capture the trajectory of his knife. The tip of the knife pierced the tiger's web, fast and accurate.
There was no delay in the change of direction. It was done in one breath and naturally.
"What a powerful kid …"
Zhao Mingjun sneered. Suddenly, he pounced on the woman beside him and pushed her towards Mo Qiong.
He wanted to use this opportunity to open the door and escape. Anyway, he had already gotten the money. With money, he could live anywhere.
Anyway, he did not show his face. When the time came, he could run all the way to the countryside and travel through the night to other provinces. He could live for a long time.
It was just a robbery of 20,000 yuan. The police would not set up a blockade or anything like that. When he went to other provinces, as long as he kept a low profile, no one would know who he was and what he had done.
However, when Mo Qiong saw the woman stumbling and falling, he did not catch her as he had expected. It was a waste of time.
Instead, he squatted down slightly and placed his hands on her stomach.
Immediately, the woman fell back and crashed into Zhao Mingjun.
Zhao Mingjun staggered. Then, he saw a ballpoint pen flying towards him 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, the pen was heavy and powerful. It hit the mask and pushed his head against the wall.
With this push, he felt a sharp pain. The ballpoint pen pierced his mask, crushed his skin, pierced his cheek, and finally hit a front tooth on the right side.
That front tooth was the target of Mo Qiong's flying shot.
Previously, he had noticed some details of the other party's teeth. One of the teeth was particularly conspicuous. It was crooked, black, and yellow with two cavities.
With that as the target, the ballpoint pen pierced through the mask, skin, flesh, and tendons. It 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 especially painful. It had to crush the skin and flesh before it hit the teeth.
"Ugh …" Zhao Mingjun's cheek was pierced by the pen. He was in so much pain that he stomped his feet.
However, he was also ruthless. He endured the pain and pulled the pen out. Blood stained the ink and flowed out.
"Ugh … You … You …" Zhao Mingjun could not speak clearly. He was still glaring at Mo Qiong fiercely.
After this delay, Mo Qiong had already rushed in front of him and punched him.
"Bam!"
The wound on his cheek was hit. As he cried out in pain, he was involuntarily pushed back.
He staggered for four or five steps, but his strength didn't dissipate until he hit the dining table, making a series of clanking sounds.
He sat on the floor. He was completely stunned as he stared blankly at Mo Qiong.
This kid was too powerful. Did he learn martial arts?
"Rip!" Mo Qiong did not show any mercy. He chased after him and reached out his hand to rip off his mask.
Zhao Mingjun grimaced in pain when his wound was pulled.
Mo Qiong said, "Eh? You look familiar. I think I've seen you somewhere before … "
Zhao Mingjun was shocked. He thought to himself, 'Am I going to die here? No, I can't be caught. '
With his past crimes, he would definitely be sentenced to death.
He was most afraid of death. No matter what, he did not want to be shot.
In order to survive, he growled like a beast and charged at Mo Qiong again.
Fighting like a cornered beast, this fugitive erupted with astonishing power, his aura pressing down.
Seeing this, Mo Qiong lowered his body slightly and stabilized his center of gravity. Then, he grabbed Zhao Mingjun's collar with his left hand and held his waist with his right hand. He spun half a circle and threw him.
"Bam …"
Zhao Mingjun was directly thrown out by him in a way that looked like he was lifting a thousand catties with four ounces.
His head hit the cabinet in the living room. He was bleeding on the spot.
What a joke. Hand-to-hand combat?
If it wasn't for the fifty thousand dollars, Mo Qiong would have kicked him into the third furnace of the crematorium if he met such a heinous criminal in private.
"I remember now. Aren't you the murderer on the wanted list?" Mo Qiong looked down at him and took out his phone to call the police.
As for Zhao Mingjun, he curled up on the ground in despair and hugged his head.
After being thrown down twice in a row, he was in so much pain that he could not stand up. His head was still dizzy.
Seeing that Mo Qiong was calling the police, he let out a muffled roar and threatened to kill his whole family if he dared to call the police. His eyes were still as fierce as ever.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have been threatened by his eyes.
However, Mo Qiong called the police without hesitation and asked the police to check the goods. He would not be threatened by a walking fifty thousand yuan. This guy should have been shot long ago.
"… Yes, this is the address."
"Yes, send someone here. I think he's not just a robber. He seems to be a wanted criminal …"
"I don't remember his name, but I remember that he's an A-level wanted criminal. His crime is kidnapping and killing, right? He killed six hostages and an accomplice … "
"… Oh, oh. Don't worry about that. I've already subdued him. Yes … Anyway, come quickly. There are still people injured at the scene … "
"Okay, I'll wait …"
After hanging up the phone, Mo Qiong found a stool and sat down. He looked at the seriously injured Zhao Mingjun and the owner of the house.
"So dangerous …" Mo Qiong sighed.
The man and woman stared at him in a daze. The tables had turned so quickly that they were dumbfounded.
Hearing Mo Qiong's words, the man thought to himself, "Do you think I'm blind? What do you mean by dangerous? This is a martial arts master beating a passerby."
However, he said, "Little brother, you're too fierce. You have real martial arts!"
Mo Qiong said, "It's okay. By the way, is this really not Little Xin's house?"
The couple was speechless. "Who is Little Xin? Why do you think this is Little Xin's house? "
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