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There were a total of four people who had come. They were tall, short, fat, and thin, and they were all different.

All of them had a vicious expression on their faces. It was obvious that they were not good people.

Mo Beichen discovered a faint bloody aura from them, he did not know if it was from Demonic Beast or humans.

The tall man in the lead gave Mo Beichen a faint sense of threat; his strength had reached the seventh level of the War Qi. The other three were all at the sixth level of War Qi, exactly the same as him.

With this kind of combination, there were no rivals in this region that could walk as they pleased.

These people roamed aimlessly around the surrounding area and often came to the Wasteland to rob warriors who had come to gain experience or collect spirit medicine.

If the person who was robbed was tactful, they would usually only teach him a lesson and at most break his hands and feet. If anyone dared to resist, they would usually be killed by them in the forest, and become the stomach of the Demonic Beast.

This time, not long after they entered the Wasteland of Night, they met a prey, causing their mouths to form a sinister smile. They opened their mouths, wanting to chase Mo Beichen away so that they could snatch his prey.

"I killed this Cyan Eyed Tiger. If you want, you can kill it yourself."

The opponent's strength was very strong, causing Mo Beichen to be more vigilant, he did not dare to be careless. With the principle that it was better to avoid trouble, he said in a low voice.

"F * ck, if I tell you to f * ck off then f * ck off, where did all this nonsense come from? If you don't pick it up now, do you think I'm an idiot? "

The tall man who called himself Lone Wolf cursed, and used it to cover up the unexplainable uneasiness in his heart.

"Hmph, this kid is only at the sixth stage of the War Qi. With our strength, we can completely crush him!"

Even though he did not know where that faintly discernible sense of danger had come from, the formidable strength of his own team had still filled Lone Wolf's heart with confidence, and had not placed Mo Beichen, who was alone, in his eyes.

"Boss, most people don't come here alone. This kid is only at the sixth level of War Qi and actually dares to set foot in the Wasteland. In my opinion, if he isn't a fool, then he must have something to rely on. Maybe he has some treasure that can protect him! "

A fatso's eyes shone brightly as he suddenly voiced out his speculations.

His words immediately caused everyone's eyes to light up. They all looked at Mo Beichen with greedy eyes, obviously because they were moved by their comrade's words.

They quietly looked at each other, and suddenly rushed forward together, wanting to kill Mo Beichen on the spot and snatch away any treasures that might be on his body.

At this moment, the tiger skin on the ground no longer attracted them.

Seeing that the enemy more powerful than him was rushing towards him, Mo Beichen did not panic.

Dodging the incoming palm wind, Mo Beichen's body was like a spring, suddenly bending down, he turned his body and punched the fatty's round waist. Boom!

"Bam!"

With a stuffy groan, that fatty, who was probably no less than 300 pounds, instantly flew out and fell to the ground like a dead pig, trembling slightly.

The other three were shocked when they saw that one of their own had lost his life.

When they saw the purplish black fist mark on Fatty's waist, which was the result of being burned by lightning, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What martial skill is this? How can it have such terrifying power?"

"Just now, his fist was shining with a gold light, does it look a little like a Thunder Fist from a big store?"

"Nonsense, the Thunder Fist is only a Mortal Level Martial Skill, how can it have such a strong killing power?!" Could it be that what this guy used, was actually the Star Rank Martial Skill? "

"No wonder he dared to come to the Wasteland by himself. If I were to possess the Star Rank Martial Skill, as long as I don't go into the depths of the Wasteland and be a bit more careful, I really wouldn't have anything to worry about."

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy.

He was shocked because the Star Rank Martial Skill's destructive power was very strong, if they wanted to kill the fat sheep in front of them, it would be difficult.0

He was happy that as long as they could capture him, they would be able to torture this cultivation method of Star Rank Martial Skill out of Mo Beichen's mouth.

One had to know that almost all high level martial skills were controlled by the large sects and clans. Rogue cultivators like them had no way to obtain high-level martial skills. Other than stealing, the only other way to get it was to kill other people.

Other than that, although high-level martial skills would occasionally appear in the auction place, the high prices were enough to make most people back away from the auction. There was simply no way to get anything from the auction.

Moreover, this level of auction was not something that one could participate in just because you had the money to. It would usually require a corresponding level of strength and position.

Seeing the changes in their expressions, how could Mo Beichen not know what they were planning at the bottom of their hearts?

"Heh, you want to rob me? It just so happens that I am lacking in pills, so I might be able to get some benefits from you guys! "

While they were still stunned, Mo Beichen took the chance and fiercely attacked. Boom!

Although those few people were as strong as him, they did not have Star Rank Martial Skill s with them, and could fight against the perfect Thunder Fist.

Fast! It was extremely fast!

The deepest impression that Mo Beichen gave the three of them was that word quick.

Not only was their bodies extremely nimble, their punches were also incredibly fast, to the point that they had to muster up all of their energy, just to barely be able to keep up with Mo Beichen's speed.

Even so, it made them feel powerless, even though their eyes had caught up to Mo Beichen's fist, their body's reaction time was still slower by half a beat.

In this moment of life and death, the difference between the two of them could decide a person's life and death.

"Is this guy really only at the sixth stage of the War Qi?"

"Boss, why do I feel that his strength is even stronger than yours?"

"The idea is too hard, I think we should leave!"

The three complained in their hearts, secretly resentful that they had made a mistake this time. They had kicked an iron plate, and had started to retreat at that time.

Golden fist shadows filled the sky, making the three of them dodge in a sorry state. For a moment, they were surrounded by danger.

Very quickly, those two guys at the sixth level of the War Qi were killed by Mo Beichen in a row, and they followed in the fatty's footsteps.

With the help of his companions, he was unable to defeat his opponent. Now, only he was left. Facing Mo Beichen's storm-like attack, he had no choice but to brace himself and meet it head on.

"Brat, you've already killed three of my men, and I haven't caused you any damage, so why don't we just give up?"

After failing to attack for a long time, Lone Wolf was secretly anxious and could not help but open his mouth to negotiate.

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