Xiao Mo smiled smugly. He had never expected this fellow to be incapable of changing his moves, but that had given him an opening.
"All right, let's keep going."
With that, Xiao Mo charged forward even more ferociously. Scarface's earlier mistake had completely shattered the trio's formation, making it far easier for Xiao Mo to pick them off one by one.
The three still tried to regroup, while Monkey kept firing marked dou qi at Xiao Mo, but Xiao Mo refused to take the bait.
Xiao Mo darted and weaved, never letting the three gather together while also dodging the marked dou qi. The fight became excruciatingly frustrating for them.
Finally.
When an opening appeared, Xiao Mo brought his blade down hard on Fatty's head. Fatty finally collapsed, curling up in agony as his body kept shrinking. At last, he returned to his original height of 1.8 meters and lay motionless on the ground.
Xiao Mo glanced at him. Rather than checking whether the fellow was dead, he simply delivered another slash to his head.
Blood instantly gushed out like a fountain.
Xiao Mo had always been decisive when it came to killing. He never showed mercy to an enemy who had lost the ability to move.
On a battlefield, he had no way of knowing whether his opponent was merely pretending to have lost his strength or had truly been incapacitated.
Honestly, he simply did not have the means to check.
Since that was the case, he abandoned any attempt to find out and simply delivered another strike.
Surely someone whose head had been completely destroyed could not come back to life and keep trading blows with him. That was simply too implausible; the odds were far too low.
Seeing Fatty die, Scarface and Monkey grew even more furious.