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Mark coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Morlock? Clone? It seems that I still underestimated you." He breathed hard, and there were bursts of severe pain in his chest. Moloch used the dagger in his hand to cut Mark's cheek, and blood immediately gushed out. "Underestimate? You are too self-righteous. You think that you can defeat Lord Toby by collecting all the holy stones? It's just wishful thinking!" Moloch's tone was full of disdain. He patted Mark's cheek with a dagger, "Hand over the holy stone fragments on you obediently, and I can consider giving you a quick death." Mark gritted his teeth and endured the pain. When Moloch approached, he suddenly raised his head and hit Moloch's nose. "Bang!" With a muffled sound, Moloch's nose was hit directly, and blood gushed out of his nose instantly. He took a step back in pain, covered his nose, and groaned in pain. The severe pain made his eyes black for a while, and his body shook a few times, almost falling down. Mark seized the opportunity, rolled up, and jumped back a few meters to distance himself. He quickly condensed an ice knife and held it tightly in his hand. The blade of the ice knife reflected a cold light in the dim light, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

Moloch put down his hand covering his nose, and blood flowed down his fingers. He licked the blood on his lips, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, like a wounded beast, full of violent and bloodthirsty desire. The surrounding trees swayed in the wind, making a "rustling" sound, as if accompanying the upcoming battle.

"You are looking for death!" Moloch roared and drew a slender soft sword from his waist.

The soft sword was silver-white, and the sword body drew a silver arc in the air, like a spirit snake, dancing in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, exuding a dangerous breath.

Mark took a defensive posture, staring at Moloch vigilantly, ready to meet his attack. He took a deep breath, mobilized the energy in his body to the best state, and was ready to deal with Moloch's attack at any time. He held the ice blade in his hand tighter, and his knuckles turned slightly white because of the force.

Moloch swung the soft sword and entangled Mark like a poisonous snake. The soft sword drew silver tracks in the air, like a silver snake dancing wildly, dazzling people. The sword wind whistled, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if to tear Mark into pieces.

Mark did not dare to be careless. He dodged Moloch's attack while looking for an opportunity to counterattack. He was flexible and agile, and he was at ease with Moloch's attack. The ice blade in his hand stabbed out from time to time, colliding with Moloch's soft sword, making a "ding-dong" metal collision sound. Sparks flew, illuminating the space around the two.

The two fought fiercely in the dim woods, and their figures shuttled between the trees like ghosts. The leaves were rustled by the sword wind, like the whispers of ghosts, adding a touch of weird atmosphere to the battle. The fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up and flew in the air like flying snowflakes.

Moloch's attack became more and more fierce, and the soft sword swept in like a storm, almost blocking all of Mark's retreat. Mark's evasion became more and more difficult. He had several more wounds on his body, and blood kept flowing out, staining his clothes red.

He realized that he could no longer defend passively like this, and he had to take the initiative to attack in order to find a chance to break through. He took a deep breath, mobilized the energy of his whole body, and prepared to launch a counterattack.

"Hah!" Mark shouted, and the ice knife in his hand stabbed out fiercely, going straight for Moloch's throat.

Moloch sneered, shook the soft sword in his hand, and blocked Mark's ice knife. He shook his wrist, and the soft sword wrapped around Mark's wrist like a spirit snake, and pulled it hard.

Mark's wrist was pulled so hard that the ice knife almost slipped out of his hand. He quickly released his wrist, stepped back a few steps, and distanced himself from Moloch.

Moloch did not pursue. He stood in place, slowly retracted the soft sword in his hand, pointed the sword at Mark, and said in a cold tone: "Give up resistance, you can't defeat me."

Mark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes firm, "I won't give up."

"Then die!" Moloch roared, swung the soft sword again, and attacked Mark...

Moloch's soft sword pierced Mark's chest like a spirit snake. Mark dodged sideways, and the ice blade slashed back and slashed at Moloch's wrist. Moloch's sword body turned, the soft sword wrapped around the ice blade, and pulled hard. Mark felt a huge force coming, and the ice blade almost slipped out of his hand. He let go of the ice blade, leaned back, and barely avoided Moloch's kick.

The ice blade fell to the ground and turned into ice water in an instant. Mark staggered a few steps, stabilized his body, and quickly condensed an ice blade with his free right hand.

Moloch did not pursue the victory. He looked at Mark with a cruel smile on his face. "Another toy? How long do you think the energy in your body can sustain you?"

Mark ignored Moloch's ridicule. He clenched the ice knife with a cold look in his eyes, "The battle is not over yet."

A few light footsteps came from the depths of the woods. Three men in black flashed out from behind the trees and surrounded Mark in the middle. They all held sharp long knives in their hands, and the blades reflected a cold light in the dim light.

Moroch looked at the surrounded Mark with a smug smile on his face. "Now, what else do you want to say?"

Mark looked around at the black-clad men around him, took a deep breath, licked his cracked lips, "Then let's go together."

One of the black-clad men stepped forward, "Boy, you are very arrogant." Before he finished speaking, he swung his knife at Mark.

Mark dodged the knife sideways, and the ice knife in his hand drew a cold light and stabbed the black-clad man's abdomen. The black-clad man groaned and fell down, holding his abdomen.

Seeing this, the other two black-clad men attacked Mark at the same time. Mark dodged their attacks flexibly. The ice blade in his hand was like the tongue of a poisonous snake. Every attack was precise and fierce.

Moloch watched the battle from the side, but did not make a move. He watched Mark fight with the man in black with interest, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance. On the branch behind him, a crow fluttered up and merged into the night.

Mark's physical strength was rapidly depleted, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he felt the heaviness of his arm every time he swung the knife. But his eyes were still firm. He knew that as long as he had a breath, he could not give up.

He dodged the attack of a man in black again, and with a backhand knife, he chopped the other party to the ground. Seeing this, the remaining man in black had a flash of fear in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran.

Moloch sneered, flashed, and blocked the man in black. The soft sword in his hand shook and pierced the man in black's heart directly.

The man in black widened his eyes, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

Moloch turned around and looked at Mark, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Mark was panting, still holding the dagger in his hand tightly. "Come on, I'm ready."

Moloch slowly raised the soft sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Mark. "Then, let me end this game."

His figure suddenly became blurred, and the next moment, he was in front of Mark. The soft sword pierced Mark's heart like lightning.

Mark's pupils shrank, and he felt the breath of death. His body reacted instinctively, and he dodged the fatal blow by swiping sideways.

The soft sword rubbed his chest and left a deep wound. Mark groaned in pain, but he did not retreat. He backhanded a knife and slashed Moloch's shoulder.

Moloch sneered, twisted his body, and easily dodged Mark's attack. He shook his wrist, and the soft sword stabbed out again, straight for Mark's throat.

Mark's heartbeat accelerated, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. His body burst out with amazing power at this moment, and he jumped back suddenly to avoid Moloch's attack.

His body rolled in the air and fell to the ground. He stood up quickly and stared at Moloch vigilantly.

Moloch showed a hint of surprise on his face. He didn't expect Mark to be able to dodge his attack. "Yes, you are stronger than I thought."

Mark didn't say anything. He held the ice knife tightly, ready to meet Moloch's next round of attack.