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As he spoke, Mo Jiang walked to the side of a car, lifted it up with both hands and exerted force, managing to lift the car, which weighed about two tons, over his head.
With force originating from the ground and using his waist to drive the power of his entire body, Mo Jiang threw the car directly towards a row of police cars lined up on the outskirts of the park.
The police officer who got out of the car didn't even have time to react. He just felt everything go black and then lost consciousness, plunging into darkness forever.
The car completely crushed a police car, turning the officers inside into mincemeat mixed with steel.
His inner energy circulated rapidly, and Mo Jiang's entire body emanated a single crimson aura, arrogant and mad.
He transformed into a streak of crimson light and charged into the police force, beginning his slaughter.
Even if the Nine Yang Divine Skill has not yet been fully mastered, a single punch or kick from someone who has cultivated it to this level possesses immense power. Given that Mo Jiang's physique is already extremely high, the power he unleashes is even more immeasurable.
With his right hand forming a knife shape, he slashed from left to right. Although there was nothing particularly sharp about his palm, the policeman struck by this hand chop was cut in two.
The wound on the body, which had been cut in two, was not bleeding. The cut was smooth but looked as if it had been charred by flames, thus achieving the effect of stopping the bleeding.
But with such a severed waist injury, even without bleeding, death is the inevitable outcome.
Even if they don't bleed to death, the injured person has to endure longer suffering in order to crave a quick death.
Mo Jiang's massacre was naturally filmed and uploaded to the internet, and even the police requested assistance from higher authorities.
Before long, tanks and helicopters began to approach the park.
Mo Jiang didn't say anything, but clenched his fists and fully activated his Nine Yang Internal Force, instantly increasing his physical strength several times over.
then……
Fist!
He threw a punch into the air, like a beginner's punch, with nothing particularly impressive about it.
But when that fist was thrown out, the air was distorted.
The fist slammed into the air, creating a shockwave that hurtled towards the tank.
boom! ! !
With a loud thud, the tank was blasted backward more than ten meters by an invisible and terrifying force.
At the thickest part of the front armor, there is a dent the size of a fist.
Clear, obvious, and instilling boundless fear in anyone with any awareness.
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Author's Note: Thank you to [Haibin], [Yakumo Jie], and [Socially Anxious and Self-Important] for their donations.
121. Kill! ...
What would it be like if a person exerted more than 30 tons of physical strength?
Even on the tank's thickest frontal armor, he could leave a clearly visible fist mark.
Although there will be some loss of power when striking from a distance, because of Mo Jiang's profound internal strength, he can completely expend his internal strength to concentrate the power of his punch, so that even if the punch is thrown more than ten meters away, the power will not dissipate at all.
"Hitting an ox across a mountain" is a rudimentary skill used by martial arts practitioners.
Almost any martial artist with a certain level of internal strength can use this technique, but more often than not, in the hands of others, it is just a restraining move.
Because as the distance increases, the force dissipates too much, and the internal energy is consumed too much. At a distance of ten feet, the power is at most no different from being hit by a stone.
Unless it's someone at the level of the Ming Cult's Dharma King or one of the Six Great Masters, the power of "hitting a cow from across a mountain" simply cannot be unleashed.
However, if it were a master at the level of a Dharma King or a sect leader, they would usually not expend a lot of internal energy to use this move, because the cost-effectiveness is extremely low.
As for Mo Jiang, the Nine Yang Divine Skill provides an endless supply of internal energy, and this simple, direct, convenient, and quick move is truly the most suitable for him.
As the sirens grew louder and louder, Mo Jiang's smile became even more ferocious, like a hunter encountering its prey.
"Perfect, I'll use you guys to try out this new trick."
After saying that, Mo Jiang rapidly activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill within his body, and the circulation of his internal energy directly entered an overload state, generating a large amount of heat energy within his body.
At the same time, the pores of the skin contract, trapping the heat inside the body and preventing it from dissipating.
Using itself as a solid, enclosed space, it locks in the heat generated by the internal force. Anyone with a basic understanding of high school physics would know that this is the simplest model of an internal combustion engine.
Heat continued to accumulate in his body, and in just a dozen seconds, Mo Jiang's body temperature exceeded fifty degrees Celsius.
If a normal person's body temperature reaches 50 degrees Celsius, even if they don't die, they will be left with irreversible sequelae.
Even with Mo Jiang's strong physique, the continuous accumulation of internal heat within his body after ten seconds would cause him great damage.
But at this moment, pure white holy light rose from within his body, and the wounds on his body healed extremely quickly under the illumination of the holy light.
"five minutes!"
This is the limit of the Holy Light's healing power. After five minutes, either Mo Jiang will actively release the heat from his body.
Either his body will be overwhelmed by the ever-accumulating heat, causing it to burst and be completely destroyed.
This power to compress and destroy oneself is extremely dangerous, but also extremely powerful.
Mo Jiang lightly touched the ground with his toes and instantly sprang up.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill circulated wildly within his body, and the compressed heat energy poured out like a volcanic eruption.
He clenched his right fist, the air distorted and deformed by the high temperature, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound, as if even space itself had been torn open by this terrifying heat.
"kill!"
With a roar, Mo Jiang's fist, carrying the force to incinerate everything, slammed into the turret of the lead tank.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening roar! It wasn't from a shell exploding, but from a terrifying shockwave generated purely by the combination of physical strength and ultimate internal energy.
Under Mo Jiang's punch, the tank turret twisted and deformed instantly, like an eggshell being hit by a giant hammer. The menacing muzzle tilted to one side, and the barrel even had a tear.
The tank tracks groaned under the strain, the heavy vehicle spun backward, and finally overturned with a crash, smashing into two police cars. The ear-piercing sound of twisting metal filled everyone's ears.
In front of Mojiang, tanks are like toys.
At this moment, Mo Jiang's physical exertion had reached seventy tons, and blowing away a tank was far from his limit.
It wasn't just about exerting force; Mo Jiang's speed was also so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to track him. He disappeared like a ghost.
When he reappeared, he was already standing on top of another tank.
He was curious why tanks would come to a park.
Could it be that this industrial park not only has shares held by high-ranking officials, but also by the military?
But Mo Jiang quickly put this question out of his mind. He was there to kill people, not to consider how many people were involved in the business.
Mo Jiang's idea was very simple: kill everyone in the park, and then wipe out all the reinforcements, whether they were police or soldiers.
To prove their strength, to vent their anxiety, and for future peace.
and so……
kill!
Only kill!
Only kill!
Kill everything still standing in front of you!
The iron fists poured down like a torrential rain, smashing the tank beneath them into a pile of scrap metal.
No one can survive inside a tank that has been smashed to the point where it is only one meter in diameter. Mo Jiang raised the tens of tons of iron in his hand and looked at the helicopter flying in the sky.
"Damn it, he's watching me!"
Even at a vertical distance of tens of meters, the helicopter pilot's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. Driven by his instinct for survival, he completely ignored the commands coming through his headset and directly increased the altitude in an attempt to escape this monster-infested area.
But it's too slow.
A massive iron block, weighing tens of tons, hurtled towards the helicopter with a whooshing sound. It struck the helicopter squarely, and the plane exploded in mid-air, reducing the valuable aircraft to fragments.
After destroying the tanks and helicopters, the police officers who came to provide backup finally came to their senses. One of them shakily pulled out a walkie-talkie and squeezed out a muffled cry for help: "Support! Repeat, we need support! There are... there are monsters!"
Before he could finish speaking, another powerful punch, delivered across the distance, pierced the air. The walkie-talkie and the person holding it exploded simultaneously, blood and metal splattering onto the police car roof with a clanging sound.
The police officers were thrown into chaos and scattered in all directions. The last few police cars even turned around and fled at top speed without looking back.
Those were creatures that humans couldn't withstand, at least not creatures that ordinary humans like them could deal with.
The higher-ups shouldn't have called them over; they should have gone to Superman.
"Run!" Mo Jiang grinned, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. "If you run faster, you might be able to collect your corpses in time."
Mo Jiang's voice arrived simultaneously with his pursuit, prioritizing the killing of those fleeing by car, followed by others escaping out of the park, while those who panicked and ran into the park were not pursued.
But this was only a temporary solution. After dealing with the guys outside, Mo Jiang ventured deeper into the park.
Only after Mojang swaggered away from the park did the Myanmar authorities begin to regroup their forces and surround the park.
Surprisingly, many living people remained in the park, but these people were all piglets who had been lured there.
As for the guys who used to work in the park...
It had turned into a pile of blood and flesh, completely staining the ground red.
122. What is "A White Rainbow Piercing the Sun"? It means starting by killing people on the street, killing them all the way to your house, then hacking you to death, and then managing to escape unscathed.
Within Thailand.
Mo Jiang had completely changed his clothes, and his height had been adjusted to 1.7 meters using bone-shrinking techniques.
After wreaking havoc in the park, he knew that Myanmar would most likely block traffic, so after escaping from the park, he went straight into the mountains and forests.
With his terrifying physique, he ran wildly through the mountains and forests, covering nearly 1,500 kilometers in two days, from dusk till dawn.
They drove directly from Myanmar into Thailand.
Mo Jiang should have been able to reach Thailand in a day and a night, but unfortunately, it was his first time running a long distance in the mountains and forests, and he didn't have any maps or internet signal, so he couldn't check Gaode Maps. As a result, he took the wrong route several times and had to turn back.
"We finally escaped."
Mo Jiang stretched and yawned, secretly relieved that he had left some clothes in the cabin in Skaritz. After practicing the Bone Shrinking Technique, he had also bought clothes of various sizes, so he wouldn't end up with nothing to wear.
He walked down the street, looking curiously at the shops along the way, and some of the foods he had never seen before piqued his interest.
His attire and behavior clearly indicated that he was a tourist.
He came here not for tourism, but to trace the entire drug trafficking chain, which led him to the source of the problem.
A warlord in Thailand.
Of course, it's not that this warlord had nothing better to do than arrange for people to deliver drugs to the city where Mojiang lived; rather, this guy was the protector of the source of this profit chain.
Although the warlord himself couldn't remember how many people he had protected, Mo Jiang wasn't bothered by such things.
First kill the warlords, then the source of the problem. If necessary, the King of Thailand could also be killed.
If this guy dares to block the way.
Just as he was thinking about how to investigate the warlord's whereabouts, he suddenly saw a news report on television.
The warlord that Mo Jiang sought out will be appearing in this city tomorrow to participate in a ceremony.
Thanks to his time-traveling ability, although the news broadcast on TV was in Thai, Mo Jiang listened to it and it was automatically translated into Chinese.
It's an amazing ability, like his brain has somehow connected to an unknown database, and Czech, English, Burmese, and Thai are all translated into understandable Chinese in his mind.
The only thing that Mo Jiang found regrettable was that this ability only allowed him to listen and speak, and he couldn't convert words into words.
Otherwise, his CET-6 exam would have been a sure thing.
"You'll have to show up tomorrow..."
Mo Jiang narrowed his eyes, countless ideas flashing through his mind. "In that case, tomorrow's appearance would be a very suitable opportunity."
what chance?
This is naturally an opportunity for assassination!
……
The next day, with his excellent eyesight, Mojiang spotted the warlord a kilometer away.