CHAPTER 967: CHAPTER 410: A CONTEST OF STRENGTH (5-IN-1)_5

At this moment, Mo Xiu took out a Genetic Mechanical Suppression Ring and said politely.

"Major General Su Ming, I’ve injected the Genetic Potion up to the IV Type. To be fair, please tell me up to which Type you’ve been injected, so that I can use this Genetic Mechanical Suppression Ring to lower my genetic level to match yours."

"IV Type."

Su Ming replied openly.

Upon hearing Su Ming’s words, a flash of barely noticeable surprise crossed Mo Xiu’s eyes. He hadn’t expected a Major General to have injected an IV-type Genetic Potion; it was extremely rare.

Under normal circumstances, IV-type Genetic Potions are administered to those at the General Level.

However, Mo Xiu quickly suppressed his surprise, smiling as he spoke to Su Ming.

"In that case, I don’t need to suppress my strength. The weapons laid here are all my treasured collections. Feel free to choose and use any of them."

"Alright!"

Su Ming didn’t stand on ceremony with Mo Xiu and immediately turned around to walk to the weapon rack behind him.

Looking at the weapon rack, lined with various retro cold weapons like swords, katanas, lances, and iron hammers, Su Ming felt a moment of disorientation.

It had been a long time since he’d seen such items, and he felt an unusual familiarity, as if he’d returned to the past in that fleeting moment.

With mixed feelings, Su Ming stretched out his hand towards the lance on the weapon rack.

Just then, Mo Xiu spoke to Su Ming.

"Mr. Su Ming, I won’t bully you. In the upcoming battle, I’ll let you have one hand."

Upon hearing Mo Xiu’s statement, Su Ming’s hand, about to touch the lance, paused, and he directly pulled out a silver tachi from the rack and turned to look at Mo Xiu coldly.

"No need."

At this point, Mo Xiu pulled a blood-red sword from the weapon rack behind him and turned to look at Su Ming.

He placed his left hand behind his back, raised the blood sword in his hand pointing towards Su Ming, and with a smile, said.

"I started training in Ancient Martial Arts from the age of four, and my strength far surpasses my peers. Please don’t misunderstand; this is out of respect, not contempt."

"Are you sure?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I’m sure, let’s begin."

Mo Xiu replied with utmost confidence.

"Alright!"

Su Ming nodded in agreement.

Mo Xiu swiftly brandished the red blood sword in his hand; the entire blood sword blurred, spinning a few circles, and then raised it to his left eye.

Right after, Mo Xiu suddenly stepped on the ground, darting towards Su Ming like a specter at extreme speed.

Su Ming’s heart constricted suddenly, greatly shocked by the astonishing speed of Mo Xiu. Especially the speed at which his weapon was wielded, even Su Ming’s eyes couldn’t keep up.

In an instant, Mo Xiu was up close, twisting his body and slashing sharply towards Su Ming.

Su Ming raised his tachi to block!

Clang!

A tremendous force acted upon Su Ming.

Hiss!

Su Ming’s whole body was forced to slide backward, his brows furrowing instantly; how could this guy, with the same IV-type injection, have much greater strength?

Mo Xiu landed, his toes barely touching the ground, and, like a whirlwind, advanced again, his blood sword stabbing towards Su Ming sharply.

"Chasing Wind Stab!"

Su Ming sidestepped to dodge, and swung his tachi in a reverse horizontal slash.

Mo Xiu immediately retracted his blood sword to block.

Snap!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Mo Xiu’s eyes glimmered, unexpectedly impressed by Su Ming’s proficiency in Ancient Martial Arts. Without further politeness, he abruptly unleashed his strength to shake off Su Ming’s tachi, and his blood sword attacked like a storm towards Su Ming.

Su Ming dealt with it calmly, continually raising his tachi to block.

Clack~

The immense force continuously acted upon his arms and body, compelling Su Ming to retreat.

The watching generals in the combat arena discussed in surprise.

"This kid has some skills, able to hold up for so long under Master Mo Xiu’s attacks?"

"But it looks like he’s reaching his limit."

...

Meanwhile, Hai Lan and her daughter, along with Rhein and others, watched Su Ming’s retreat, hearts in their throats.

They were utterly helpless, consumed with anxiety.

On the combat platform.

Mo Xiu, wielding a blood sword, circled Su Ming gradually.

Su Ming’s eyes locked onto Mo Xiu, adjusting his stance in response.

The onlookers held their breath watching this scene, breaths bated, eyes glued.

Without warning, Mo Xiu gathered his strength and explosively charged, his right foot stamping the ground.

Whoosh!

In a heartbeat, Mo Xiu appeared right in front of Su Ming.

Su Ming’s pupils shrank, a trace of shock surfacing on his face.

The numerous generals in the audience stood up in shock, exclaiming.

"So fast?"

They had just blinked, and Mo Xiu had already closed the distance.

"Sword Attack!"

The blood sword in Mo Xiu’s hand shot towards Su Ming like a flash.

Su Ming immediately dodged to the limit to evade.

At that moment, after Mo Xiu’s sword attack missed, he swept another strike towards Su Ming.

Su Ming deftly leapt back just in time to dodge.

Slash!

A rip appeared on Su Ming’s shirt at the chest, with traces of blood seeping through.

"Wow, he actually dodged it."

The generals present exclaimed unanimously.

Su Ming’s heart sank, realizing he hadn’t completely dodged and had gotten a cut.

He also discerned the issue; Mo Xiu wasn’t just circling him, he was subtly closing the distance.

His attention was solely on Mo Xiu, thus missing this detail.

Upon realizing this, Su Ming’s gaze sharpened. Landing firmly, he suddenly stamped the ground powerfully, charging at Mo Xiu with the force of thunder, delivering a fierce slash.

Mo Xiu sidestepped quickly, narrowly evading Su Ming’s strike, executing a Dragon Sweep right back at Su Ming.

Su Ming swiftly retracted his tachi to block.

Clang~

The sound of their weapons clashing resonated sharply.

Su Ming staggered back a step.