Chapter 538: The victory and defeat have been decided

Mo Haoran now had a faint smile on his face, and was still dodging, waving the black soft whip from time to time. Now, Mo Haoran is becoming more and more skillful, and also remembers the set of whip methods given to him by the old man. What surprised Mo Haoran even more was that the monk was very afraid of the black soft whip in his hand.

Suddenly, the monk couldn't help but roar, and then the pair of iron palms finally danced to the peak state. Suddenly, the round and round string of Buddhist beads placed on the monk's wrist suddenly broke free from his wrist and ran quickly towards Mo Haoran's eyes.

Looking at the speed of the Buddhist beads coming, Mo Haoran also knew that if this string of Buddhist beads really hit his eyes, then his eyes might be ruined. Mo Haoran became cautious for a moment, staring at the rapidly coming Buddhist beads, dodging, and swinging them with a forceful whip.

However, what surprised Mo Haoran was that a whip hit the string of Buddhist beads. The string of Buddhist beads did not break suddenly, paused in the air, and then returned to the monk's hand. Then, the monk's iron palms hit his chest.

Mo Haoran finally gradually understood that the string of Buddhist beads must be unfamiliar with ordinary things. I think it was the monk's trump card, a pair of iron palms, and the Buddhist beads that attacked him from time to time. For a moment, Mo Haoran was really a little difficult to deal with. Mo Haoran was also wondering what the black soft whip in his hand was of use. Otherwise, why was the monk so afraid?

For a moment, the two of them became stalemate again. In the middle, the monk attacked the monk with Buddhist beads several times again. However, Mo Haoran's black soft whip was like a stern dance. For a moment, he could not tell the difference.

The guests in the hotel lobby are now demented. The duel between Mo Haoran and this monk completely broke their conventional thinking about fighting. Because Mo Haoran and this monk are incredibly fast. At all, they don’t want to be the kind of street gangsters hugging each other and biting each other.

At this moment, they all had a clear understanding that Mo Haoran and this monk were not ordinary people. Just like in ancient times, martial arts masters, people suddenly believed in China's true kung fu.

Du Zeyu's face was full of fanaticism at this moment, and the fight on the scene was too exciting. This scene was like I saw it on TV. A young man who was so crazy about martial arts now saw this real-life fighting, his eyes suddenly shining. He was staring at Mo Haoran and the monk in the field, and he never let go of any shot. At this moment, he had a clear understanding of Mo Haoran's strength.

Su Zhendong's face also showed a few surprises on his face at this moment. He was just an old businessman. And he was a very successful businessman in the business world. Sun Zhendong was quite powerful, but he had never seen such a fight. At this moment, Sun Zhendong began to weigh Mo Haoran's weight in his heart. For a moment, Sun Zhendong also began to suspect that Mo Haoran's family background was coming.

However, Xue Zangfeng had a faint smile on his face and watched the fight on the stage with relish. For him, he didn't seem to be worried about Mo Haoran at all. He looked at him and drank some Moutai wine on the table, which was very enjoyable.

Zhang Longyang's face was not very good at this moment. Looking at the fight on the stage, his face became dimmer and dimmer, and he was a little worried. Yue Jiangbo, who was sitting in the crowd, sometimes nodded slightly when he saw the scene of the fight in the field. He seemed to be very happy.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night. This private banquet held by Mo Haoran is destined to be not a simple banquet.

The fights in the field have gradually entered. The monk's iron palm has reached its peak. The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist has taken action more frequently. Mo Haoran's figure is like a butterfly, passing through it, dodging and moving.

Mo Haoran is now becoming more and more adept at using this black soft whip. Soon, Mo Haoran gradually gained the upper hand. He was also very skillful in the fight and was very smooth.

Finally, the monk finally used his killer move. With the iron palm dancing, he threw out the string of Buddhist beads again. Suddenly, the monk roared angrily and prepared to make the final contest.

At this moment, the speed of this string of Buddhist beads was much faster than before. His iron palm was dancing faster and faster. The wind was shining, and the figure could not be seen clearly.

At this moment, Mo Haoran also knew that it was time for the final showdown. Mo Haoran had also figured out the trick of using soft whip. At this moment, he smiled and threw it out. At this moment, Mo Haoran's soft whip did not directly hit the Buddhist beads, but passed through the string of Buddhist beads, and then the whip entangled the string of Buddhist beads. As soon as the whip was retracted, the string of Buddhist beads was gradually retracted.

As soon as the whip was taken back, Mo Haoran threw another whip. At this moment, due to the lack of the interference of the string of Buddhist beads, the whip drove a vague shadow and hit the monk's iron palm. Suddenly, the sound of the whip hitting the body.

"Bang..."

This sound was so eye-catching in the quiet hotel. Suddenly, everyone felt their hearts tightening, and it was also the time to know that it was the most critical time.

The two people in the field immediately separated, and Mo Haoran was still standing aside with a smile. The monk was drooping his face and lowering his head. There was a shocking red mark on his palm. I think it was Mo Haoran's soft whip that hit him. At this moment, everyone knew that the winner had been decided.

Even if the person who didn't see the situation on the field clearly knew that Mo Haoran won the fight. The monk glanced at the black soft whip and pushed it back in fear. Finally, he picked up the Buddhist beads on the ground and walked slowly outside the hotel. Soon, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

It seems that he has never been here.

Mo Haoran slowly walked to Su Guoqin's side, raised his head, smiled slightly at him, and said sarcastically:

"Are you satisfied with this competition?"

When Su Guoqin saw the current situation, his face suddenly turned pale. He did not expect that the monk would eventually be defeated by Mo Haoran. At this moment, he was standing there for a while without saying a word.

Mo Haoran smiled and said:

"Remember to send the purple clay teapot. I believe that as Brother Su, I will not break my promise."

Su Guoqin is the underground emperor of Anhua City. If he did such a thing, he would not be able to survive in Anhua City from now on. The most important thing for those who are involved in the underworld is face and loyalty. After a long time, Su Guoqin finally smiled bitterly and put a few words in a difficult way from the gap between his teeth:

"How could you win?"

Su Guoqin knew this monk very well. This monk was assigned by Zhang Longyang. Zhang Longyang planned this matter from beginning to end. However, Zhang Longyang was such a smart person. He did not stand up by himself in doing such a thing. Instead, he contacted their Su family and asked their Su family to take action. According to Zhang Longyang, this killer was a top killer. He is famous throughout the country, named Killing Monk. It is said that he ranks third in a famous killer organization.

How could such a top killer be defeated by a 20-year-old young man like Mo Haoran? For Su Guoqin, he could not believe it. For a moment, he asked hesitantly.

Mo Haoran smiled faintly and said:

"Is it possible that the famous Brother Su is still ready to pay the debt?"

After hearing Mo Haoran's words, Su Guoqin glanced at Zhang Longyang. However, Zhang Longyang's face gradually calmed down. Sitting there, he was very calm and could not see any clues. Su Guoqin gritted his teeth and said hatefully:

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, and I will present the purple clay pot tomorrow."

Then, he led Su Zhenfeng away from the hotel quickly. Su Zhenfeng was also surprised by the scene at the scene. His whole face was like an eggplant made from winter frost, and he was sick. Su Zhenfeng was determined to come with his second uncle at this moment, but he was angry and wanted to come over to see Mo Haoran's joke.

If Mo Haoran was defeated today, then it is conceivable that Su Zhenfeng must have stepped forward and laughed at him now. However, he also expected that the matter would end with his own failure. At this moment, the rich young man of the Su family immediately followed his second uncle and ran away with his tail.

Zhang Longyang also realized at this moment that his plan tonight was completely failed. It seemed that Mo Haoran's skills were a little stronger than he thought. What made him even more afraid of was that Yue Jiangbo, who had just sent Mo Haoran a soft whip, made him very afraid.

In fact, although Yue Jiangbo just came up and gave him a soft whip. Yue Jiangbo's effect was great. As soon as he showed up, he immediately made the monk Killing aura weaker. During the fight, one side's aura became weaker. It is conceivable that this side is timid when fighting and cannot be used. In this way, it actually weakened the monk Killing aura's combat power.

More importantly, Yue Jiangbo sat there with his face, and no one else could do anything secretly. From the situation on the scene, it can be seen that Zhang Longyang and his group were very afraid of him. Therefore, it is said that someone could not do it if they wanted to secretly help the monk Killing.

Therefore, the appearance of Yuejiangbo is actually very important. Zhang Longyang stood up unnaturally at this moment and said unwillingly to Mo Haoran:

"Haoran, you are a good skill. It's getting late now, so I'll see I'll go back early."

Mo Haoran smiled and was very happy at this moment. Mo Haoran stared at the gray-headed and gray-faced Zhang Longyang and said deliberately:

"Why? Don't you sit here for a while?"

Zhang Longyang smiled bitterly, and then he stopped saying anything. Then, he slowly walked out of the hotel. Now, staying here is also accusing others of ridicule. Zhang Longyang is also a smart person, so he is impatient to escape.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

Mo Haoran looked at the direction where Zhang Longyang left, and a sneer was on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, a cold light shot out from Mo Haoran's eyes, as if it were the substance, with a faint murderous aura. At this moment, Mo Haoran's hostility towards Zhang Longyang reached its peak.
Chapter completed!