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Mark gasped, the wound on his chest was burning with pain. He stared at Moloch, not daring to relax at all. The shadows of the trees around him were swaying, and they looked particularly strange under the moonlight. The mountain wind whistled past, and the leaves rustled, like the whispers of ghosts.

Moloch's figure blurred again, and he appeared behind Mark in an instant, and the soft sword was wrapped around Mark's neck like a venomous snake. Mark predicted Moloch's actions, and lay down on the ground and rolled around in advance, barely avoiding Moloch's attack. At the same time, the ice knife in his hand flew out of his hand and shot at Moloch's chest. Moloch turned sideways to avoid the ice knife, and the ice knife "poofed" into the tree trunk behind him, penetrating half of the trunk, which showed its great strength.

Mark lost his weapon and had to fight the enemy with his bare hands. He blocked Moloch's soft sword, rolled back with the force to distance himself, and landed steadily. The night wind blew his hair, and the dirt and blood on his face were particularly clear in the moonlight.

Moloch did not pursue, but stood with his sword put away, a playful smile on his face. He clapped his hands, his posture relaxed, as if the life-and-death fight just now was just a game. "Not bad, you react quickly and are quite agile." He said slowly, with a hint of teasing in his tone, "It's a pity that you are still too weak after all."

As soon as Moloch finished speaking, Mark felt a strong pressure emanating from Moloch, like a mountain, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He clenched his teeth, endured the pain in his body, and stared at Moloch firmly.

"What other tricks do you have, just use them." Moloch looked at Mark provocatively, his eyes full of contempt, "Let me see what else you can do."

Mark didn't speak, he took a deep breath and mobilized the remaining energy in his body. He knew that in the face of such a powerful enemy, he had to go all out to have a chance of survival. He clenched his fists, took a fighting stance, stared at Moloch with a sharp gaze, like a cheetah ready to attack, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

The air around him seemed to be frozen, full of tension. The rustling of leaves and the whistling of wind seemed to disappear, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people echoing in the mountains and forests. A more intense battle is about to begin.

Mark exerted force on his feet, and his body shot towards Moloch like an arrow from a string. He swung a punch and hit Moloch in the face. Moloch smiled slightly, easily dodged Mark's attack, and slapped Mark in the chest with his backhand.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Mark was knocked out again and fell heavily to the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his ribs were broken. He struggled to stand up, but his body could not move.

Moloch walked in front of Mark, looked down at him, his eyes full of teasing. "Give up, you can't beat me."

Mark coughed up a mouthful of blood, with a bitter smile on his face. "I... haven't lost yet..."

Moloch shook his head, "You are so tenacious. In that case, I will send you on your way." He raised his soft sword and prepared to give Mark the final blow.

At this moment, Mark suddenly jumped up and punched Moloch in the lower abdomen.

"Uh..." Moloch groaned, his body slightly bent. He didn't expect Mark to be able to attack in this situation, and he was hit by Mark for a moment.

Mark took the opportunity to roll up and distance himself from Moloch. He covered his chest, gasped, and his face was as pale as paper.

Moloch stood up, with a flash of anger in his eyes. "You dare..."

Mark interrupted him, "I said, I haven't lost yet."

Moloch sneered, "Then continue." He waved the soft sword again and attacked Mark.

The two fought again. This time, Mark's attack was more fierce, as if he didn't care about his life, and attacked Moloch again and again.

Although Moloch was somewhat surprised at Mark's tenacity, he did not take Mark seriously. He easily dodged Mark's attacks, counterattacked from time to time, and beat Mark back again and again.

The battle lasted for a long time, Mark's physical strength was exhausted, and his body was covered with wounds. But he still did not give up, he was still fighting, he was still insisting.

Finally, Moloch lost his patience. His figure blurred again and appeared behind Mark.

"It's over." Moloch said coldly.

The soft sword wrapped around Mark's neck like a venomous snake, turned gently, and Mark fell silently. Moloch waved his hand, and the fragments of the holy stone on Mark's chest flew up and fell into his hand.

The holy stone reflected a dazzling red light under the illumination of Mark's blood.

"It's so beautiful!" Moloch looked at it, put away the fragments of the holy stone, and turned to leave.