People consciously made way, and the Ming Duwei staggered in.
He looked at Gong Chang Zhang, who was letting out pig-like squeals on the ground, and asked, "Who hurt you?"
Gong Chang Zhang pointed at Mo Qi, saying, "It's him, this new recruit. He dared to defy authority. Ming Duwei, you must punish him severely, otherwise, the rules of the army will be ruined. If we officers give orders, no one will listen."
The Ming Duwei was somewhat swayed by his words. He turned to look at Mo Qi, his eyes sharp, "Why did you hurt him?"
After a pause, Mo Qi was no longer as scared and said righteously, "He thought I didn't deserve to live in such a good tent and wanted me to move out. I refused to comply, so he attacked me, and I injured him when I fought back."
Gong Chang Zhang corrected him, "I was merely advising him to move out. Look at him, he has no military achievements and no official rank, yet he lives in such a good tent. This will ruin the rules of the barracks."
The Ming Duwei glanced up at the tent behind Mo Qi, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "You live here alone?"
Mo Qi shook his head and pointed at Xiao Yun, "She's here too. We two live here."
Xiao Yun blushed, unsure how to refute.
The Ming Duwei's heart was a mix of emotions. What was this situation?
A new recruit was receiving heavenly treatment!
Not only was he given a tent to himself, but he was also provided with a maid to serve him!
He had risked his life for many years and had never enjoyed such treatment.
"I think Gong Chang Zhang makes some sense," the Ming Duwei said thoughtfully, staring at Mo Qi. "When one's virtue doesn't match their position, problems are bound to arise. I also suggest you move out. Moreover, you've only just arrived and you dare to defy authority, which is a grave offense in the army!"
"If you move out voluntarily, we won't pursue your transgression, as Gong Chang Zhang initiated the physical confrontation and bears some fault."
"I will not move," Mo Qi stated resolutely.
The Ming Duwei's temper flared, and he said sternly, "I'll say it again, are you moving or not?"
"No!"
Enraged, the Ming Duwei formed a hand seal and pointed.
Mo Qi suddenly felt as if his blood vessels were about to explode. His blood surged violently, coursing uncontrollably.
The pain was unbearable, and his entire body collapsed to the ground, writhing.
He felt his blood churning like a colossal dragon, surging and expanding, threatening to tear his body apart at any moment.
What kind of technique was this?
It was silent, pervasive, and he didn't even know when he was hit.
Mo Qi was greatly shocked.
He didn't know how the opponent attacked, so how could he defend?
It seemed he was destined to die.
Watching Mo Qi writhe and wail on the ground, the surrounding people gloated, "I thought he was someone important. A nobody is just a nobody, why pretend to be a big shot?"
"Indeed, he's a demon, and his true form will be revealed sooner or later."
"It's okay to be weak, but the key is to lack self-awareness. Dying is too good for him."
The Ming Duwei's stern face remained expressionless. "My water control technique can control all water, including your blood. I can control your blood, making it boil, making it flow, making it explode. At that moment, your life and death are controlled by it, and it is controlled by me."
The onlookers looked on with awe. "This technique is simply unbeatable. Fortunately, the Ming Duwei isn't dealing with me, or I wouldn't survive even with ten lives."
Such an internal technique was indeed difficult to resist.
Mo Qi's protective golden body was rendered useless against this technique.
The Ming Duwei, confident of victory, asked sternly, "I'll give you one last chance. If you agree to move out, I'll release you. If you refuse, I only need to exert a little force, and you'll immediately suffer internal injuries and explode, your body turning to dust."
Mo Qi attempted to use his mental power to locate the invisible attack.
Within his body, his meridians and all his limbs felt like they had extended tens of thousands of invisible tendrils.
Simultaneously, it was as if countless transparent eyes had opened all over his body, allowing him to see through all demons, monsters, and hidden entities. Everything invisible was clearly visible.
Ultimately, it was an extreme enhancement of his sense of touch, making him aware of everything, as if he were seeing it with his own eyes.
He then witnessed a terrifying scene: countless shadowy tendrils were densely packed together, like countless tiny tubes inserted into his blood, freely diverting and controlling it.
Thus, no injury was without cause. If one was superior, they could always find the source of the attack.
Mo Qi activated his mental power, like an invisible blade, subtly wielding it.
At the same time, he lay on the ground, looking up at the Ming Duwei, "I'll give you a chance too. Disappear from my tent. If not, with a slight exertion of my power, your head will be severed."
What? A commotion erupted around them!
Had this fellow gone mad from the pain? He uttered such ridiculous and laughable words.
Or was he trying to create an impression of unfathomable depth through his words to reduce the impact of the blow?
It was truly laughable!
The Ming Duwei also found it highly amusing. "You give me a chance? Do I need you to give me a chance? Come on, I'd like to see how you make my head fall off."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was horrified to see Mo Qi miraculously stand up, looking relaxed, as if he hadn't endured any torment.
The Ming Duwei was greatly alarmed. He formed another hand seal and tried to sense, only to be shocked to discover that the blood within the other party had broken free from his control.
His divine power could no longer touch his blood.
This shouldn't be happening. How could there be water in this world that escaped his control?
It was indeed strange. This person was truly unusual.
However, being a seasoned veteran, he had long since cultivated the habit of remaining calm in the face of adversity.
This was merely an accident. He would be more careful and would surely find it.
After all, Mo Qi couldn't harm him.
His cultivation was so low, his movements so slow. With a slight move, he could break down all of Mo Qi's actions into countless slow-motion frames and take countermeasures at any given moment, allowing him to act with ease.
He recalled Mo Qi's words about his head falling off and found it incredibly naive.
But then, a gasp from the crowd startled him.
He nervously rolled his eyes to look at Mo Qi, only to see him suddenly change direction, as if he had fallen backward. The surrounding tents seemed to have fallen, and the people around him also seemed to have fallen!
Something was wrong!
He tried to turn his neck to see clearly, but to his horror, his neck refused to obey.
Even more terrifying, his body had fallen on the other side!
Had his head truly fallen off?
The Ming Duwei looked dejected, his usual arrogance and self-satisfaction gone. He was still trying to figure out what had happened.
Mo Qi walked forward and stepped on the Ming Duwei's head, "Are you leaving my tent, or am I moving out of my tent?"
The surrounding people were so terrified they clutched their scalps. "Heavens, the renowned Ming Duwei is being stepped on by him! What is happening to this world?"
"A madman, he's a madman." Gong Chang Zhang, terrified, burst into tears and scrambled away.
The others also instinctively took a few steps back, wanting to leave but unable to resist their curiosity. Thus, they craned their necks, their feet forming a bow shape, ready to watch the spectacle or retreat at any moment.
Xiao Yun also looked at Mo Qi with a face full of terror, her eyes holding a more complex meaning.
Firstly, she realized that Mo Qi had a reason for being able to live in such a large tent alone.
Secondly, she had been so arrogant while living with such a ferocious villain daily. Thinking about it sent shivers down her spine!
Finally, she inexplicably found certain aspects of this ferocious villain rather handsome! She was startled by this thought!
When had the Ming Duwei ever suffered such a humiliation? He was so angry he felt like spitting blood. "Take your stinking foot off me, you insolent, audacious fool! Do you know the consequences of defying authority?"
Mo Qi rubbed the sole of his shoe on his face. "What consequences? Whatever consequences there are will be for later. I'm enjoying myself now."
The Ming Duwei gagged repeatedly, almost driven mad, yet utterly helpless.
At this moment, he felt that even the end of the world wouldn't be this terrifying.
The humiliation from Mo Qi's foot was secondary. The eyes of everyone around him were like sharp swords piercing his soul.
He wished he could die right then and there!
But why was he not dying even though his head had fallen off?