Man and Sword Mutual Control

Because he was using a ballpoint pen, Mo Qiong decisively chose to stab the opponent's tiger mouth. He even added force as he poked the tiger mouth.

This injured Zhao Mingjun's hand and knocked his knife away.

The precision just now was naturally due to the Absolute Hit characteristic. No matter how Zhao Mingjun's hand dodged, it absolutely could not avoid this stab.

Within a small range, it was fast, accurate, and had changing moves, making it impossible to dodge.

This was a method Mo Qiong thought of for close combat to conceal the trajectory of the projectile he was launching.

That is, after launching it, he would hold onto it again. It would still maintain its previous momentum and head towards the predetermined landing spot.

As long as he didn't let go, it wouldn't receive new force or a new landing spot.

During previous experiments, Mo Qiong used this method to make himself fly while holding onto an arrow.

At this moment, in this small-scale fight, locking onto the opponent's attacking hand with this method made it look like Mo Qiong was controlling the pen to accurately stab the target.

In reality, it was "controlling people with the sword."

The sword was attacking the target; his hand was just a burden. If he stood still, the sword in his hand would even drag him along...

Thus, as long as Mo Qiong slightly accommodated the sword in his hand, he could perfectly conceal the fact that the sword itself was chasing and stabbing the target.

All onlookers would think that Mo Qiong was skillfully wielding his weapon, not that the weapon was dragging his arm, or even his entire body.

Because that would be too absurd, and no one would expect it.

Conversely, if Mo Qiong didn't do this, the situation just now would have been extremely bizarre.

The ballpoint pen would fly towards the target at a constant speed. When Zhao Mingjun's hand dodged downwards, the pen would abruptly dive down to pursue it. Then, when Zhao Mingjun's hand dodged upwards, the pen tip would abruptly fly upwards, ignoring gravity.

With such a winding trajectory, wouldn't observers be stunned?

Even a fool would see the problem, and Mo Qiong wouldn't be able to explain it then.

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

In others' eyes, all the changing moves and "strikes at vital points" would be attributed to Mo Qiong's operation.

This method was very suitable for close combat, using offense as defense, attacking the enemy's necessary defenses.

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

Then you could basically disarm the opponent in one move.

If this were considered a sword technique, it would have three characteristics.

First, this sword technique would almost certainly have him stab the opponent first.

Because it was difficult for the opponent to bypass a stab that wouldn't slow down no matter how many times it changed trajectory and had absolute accuracy, to attack his body.

Let alone changing moves twice, even if it changed moves two thousand times, it wouldn't slow down, only get faster.

Unless the opponent's attack speed crushed Mo Qiong, or their weapon had too much of an advantage.

Second, this sword technique hit its mark with one strike, impossible to dodge.

After all, it was the Absolute Hit ability. One could only endure it, or simply destroy his sword and only be hit by fragments.

Finally, it was ever-changing and could be retracted or extended at will.

With the sword in hand, Mo Qiong could add force and speed to it at any time.

Just now, he was holding the pen and charging forward, adding force mindlessly. Anyway, he didn't have to worry about not hitting the target; the sword itself would ignore the dragging force, and the useful force would be accepted.

This greatly compensated for the drawback of insufficient initial force when Mo Qiong shot it out.

After all, it was thrown out and then instantly grasped, so the initial speed wouldn't be very fast. Therefore, by adding force after grasping it, the sword could become faster and faster.

Similarly, the weakness of the sword only being able to go faster, not slower, could also be compensated for by Mo Qiong's personal operation.

After all, with the sword in hand, as long as Mo Qiong let go, the force would be refreshed, and the ability would be triggered a second time.

The same applied to the landing spot. One second it might be attacking the left hand, and the next second the sword might attack the right hand.

As long as Mo Qiong suddenly let go quickly, gripped it again quickly, and combined it with the "heart technique," which was to mentally designate a new landing spot, he could change the sword's target at any time.

Thus, the sword could be agile and unpredictable according to the actual situation.

This sword technique was ever-changing and had no actual moves; everything depended on adapting to the circumstances and the environment. Mo Qiong needed to practice more to grasp it.

Therefore, looking at it this way, simply "controlling people with the sword" could not encompass it.

The body followed the sword's movement, and the sword followed the heart's movement.

While controlling people with the sword, the person still maintained control over the sword.

Mo Qiong preferred to call it "Man and Sword Mutual Control."

Zhao Mingjun leaned against the door, his right hand trembling, blood flowing from his tiger mouth.

He had been good at fighting since he was young. After fooling around for a long time as an adult, he became quite proficient with knives.

Especially since he had actually seen blood and taken lives, he never hesitated when drawing his knife.

But even so, Mo Qiong could still accurately capture the trajectory of his knife swing and poke his tiger mouth with the pen tip, fast and accurate.

There was no hesitation when changing direction, it was done in one fluid motion, naturally.

"What a formidable kid..."

Zhao Mingjun sneered, then suddenly lunged at the woman beside him, pushing her towards Mo Qiong.

He wanted to use this opportunity to escape through the Gate of Opening. He had already gotten the money, and with money, he could live anywhere.

He hadn't shown his face, so as long as he ran all the way to the countryside and then traveled overnight to another province, he could live for a long time.

He had only robbed twenty thousand yuan; the police wouldn't set up roadblocks or anything. Once he got to another province, as long as he lived low-key, no one would know who he was or what he had done.

However, when Mo Qiong saw the woman stumbling towards him, he didn't catch her as Zhao Mingjun expected, delaying him.

Instead, he crouched slightly and pushed off her stomach with both hands.

Instantly, the woman was pushed back, directly into Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun stumbled, and then saw a ballpoint pen fly towards him, stabbing into his cheek from the side.

"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun howled.

His head was even knocked against the wall by the force of the pen.

To be precise, the pen was so powerful that it pressed against his mask, forcing his head against the wall.

This pressure caused intense pain. The ballpoint pen pierced through the mask, ground into his skin, went through his cheek, and finally hit one of his molars.

That molar was Mo Qiong's intended target.

He had noticed some details about the other man's teeth earlier; one tooth was particularly conspicuous, growing crookedly, dark and yellow, with two cavities.

With this as his target, the ballpoint pen continuously pierced through the mask, skin, flesh, and fascia, finally stopping when it hit the tooth.

Because the ballpoint pen wasn't particularly sharp, and its speed wasn't very fast, the process was extremely painful. It had to forcibly crush the flesh and skin before reaching the tooth.

"Mmmph mmmph..." With a pen stuck in his cheek, Zhao Mingjun was in so much pain he was hopping on the spot.

However, he was ruthless. He endured the pain and decisively pulled the pen out. Blood stained the ink, flowing out together.

"Waaah... You... You..." Zhao Mingjun's words were slurred, and he glared ferociously at Mo Qiong.

With this delay, Mo Qiong had already stepped forward and thrown a punch.

"Bang!"

The wound on his cheek was hit by the punch. Amidst his cries of pain, he was involuntarily sent staggering backward.

He stumbled back four or five steps, unable to dissipate the force, until he crashed into the dining table with a clatter.

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

This kid was too strong, was he a martial artist or something?

"Riiip!" Mo Qiong showed no mercy, lunging forward again and tearing off his mask.

Zhao Mingjun grimaced in pain as his wound was pulled.

Mo Qiong said, "Huh? You look a little familiar, I think I've seen you somewhere..."

Zhao Mingjun was startled, thinking: Am I going to be caught here? No, I can't be arrested.

Given his past crimes, it would certainly be a death sentence.

He feared death the most. No matter what, he didn't want to be shot.

To survive, he let out a beast-like roar and charged at Mo Qiong again.

Like a cornered beast, this Desperado erupted with astonishing strength, his imposing aura pressing forward.

Seeing this, Mo Qiong lowered his stance, stabilized his center of gravity, then grabbed Zhao Mingjun's collar with his left hand and supported his waist with his right. He spun him halfway around and threw him with the momentum.

"Bang..."

Zhao Mingjun was thrown out by Mo Qiong using a technique that seemed to redirect a thousand pounds with four ounces of force.

He slammed headfirst into the living room cabinet, his head immediately bleeding.

Jokes on you, hand-to-hand combat? If it weren't for the fifty thousand yuan, Mo Qiong would have kicked such a heinous criminal into Crematorium Furnace Number Three long ago.

"I remember now, aren't you that murderer from the wanted poster?" Mo Qiong said, looking down at him, and then took out his phone to call the police.

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

After being slammed twice consecutively, his whole body was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up, and his head was still spinning.

Seeing Mo Qiong calling the police, he let out roars mixed with muffled sounds, threatening to kill his family if he called the police, his eyes still ferociously menacing.

An ordinary person might have been intimidated by that look.

But Mo Qiong called the police without hesitation, asking them to come quickly to 'inspect the goods.' He wouldn't be threatened by this walking fifty thousand yuan. This guy should have been executed long ago.

"...Yes, this is the address."

"Mhm, send people over quickly. I don't think he's just a robber; he seems to be a wanted criminal too..."

"I don't quite remember his name, but I remember he's an A-class wanted criminal. His crimes seem to involve kidnapping and murder? Killing six hostages and an accomplice or something..."

"...Oh, don't worry about that, I've already subdued them. Yes... Anyway, hurry over, there are injured people at the scene..."

"Okay, I'll be waiting..."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qiong found a stool and sat down. He looked at the severely injured Zhao Mingjun while also glancing at the owner of the house.

"That was so close..." Mo Qiong sighed.

The man and woman stared at him blankly. The situation had reversed too quickly, leaving them dumbfounded.

Hearing Mo Qiong's sigh, the man thought to himself: Are you calling me blind? "So close," my ass. This was a martial arts master brutally beating up some random people.

However, he said aloud: "Little brother, you were amazing! You've got real skills!"

Mo Qiong replied: "It was alright. By the way, this really isn't Shin-chan's house?"

The couple was speechless: Who the heck is Shin-chan? Why would you think this is Shin-chan's house?

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