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Volume 1 Chapter 5 Battle against the Pattern Master

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    Under the night, two vigorous figures walked on the roof, the sparse moonlight being their best cover.

    "I saw it. The Crips and their gang are there. Brother Long and the others must be nearby too." Black Dog almost stood upright with joy. It wasn't until he saw the vigilant eyes in front of him that he suddenly woke up and lowered his voice.

    Mo Yan didn't say anything, looking at the dog with an eager look on his face. He had no doubt that as long as he said hello, the dog would immediately rush to save people, but there was no point in doing so. It could make Long Er and his gang so miserable.  , it will definitely not be just the current strength.

    He hooked his fingers, beckoning the other person to come over and said: "You"

    The two of them murmured for a while. Although there was a bit of hesitation on the black dog's face, he still followed the words.

    Not long after, a small fire appeared not far away from the north of the whole building, and faint green smoke drifted towards this side.

    With the sound of running water being shouted out from time to time, the household heads scattered around quickly woke up from their sleep, and the alley quickly became noisy.

    Mo Yan still did not move, lying quietly on the roof. He could feel the commotion over there from twenty to thirty meters away. As a person who aspired to become a tattoo master, his patience was much beyond that of ordinary people.

    As the fire increased, black smoke gradually enveloped the area. Even though he was well prepared and put on a mask, he still felt an itching sensation in his throat due to the pungent smoke, and he cursed secretly.  What on earth did the guy add to the fire.

    "Cough¡ª¡ª"

    A slight movement soon attracted his attention. There was a vague figure shaking on the roof about ten meters away to the left.

    The other person was wearing black clothes, and it was basically difficult to detect him unless he got close. Mo Yan secretly said it was a fluke. Living in the academy, he was more familiar with the things on that person's arms than ordinary people.

    That is a tattoo.

    In this dark night, a man dressed in black is leaning on the roof with a tattoo in his hand. The meaning of it is self-evident.

    ????? Tricky.

    Mo Yan's face changed slightly. He never expected that the other party would actually invite a tattoo artist to help. For a fight of this level, a tattoo artist could determine the outcome of the battle, even if the other party didn't look very professional.

    He was lucky enough to see two tattoo masters duel in the academy, and he also had some understanding of the tattoo master's fighting methods. The first article of the tattoo master's code clearly stated that tattoo masters who enter the battle must activate defense as soon as possible.  Pattern stone.

    At this time, Mo Yan naturally didn't know that the guy in front of him was just a Western department store. In a flash of thought, he made a surprising decision.

    Attacking a tattoo artist is an exciting thing to think about.

    Maybe it was to save energy, maybe it was carelessness, the other party did not activate any defensive pattern stones, this was his chance.

    Slightly hunched over, leaning against the eaves, Mo Yan carefully controlled his movements, trying to crawl in the shadowed area, and slowly moved towards that direction.

    Fifteen meters, ten meters, eight meters

    There was only one room away from the figure in front of him. His heart was beating faster and faster, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and the innermost layer of clothes was completely soaked. This short distance consumed a lot of his energy.  and spirit.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the way, I slightly unfastened my belt and pulled out the stick. I was lucky enough to touch it here before the other party noticed it, so the job was already half done.

    Mo Yan slowly stood up from the roof, holding the stick tightly with his right hand and looking straight ahead. The man in black was in a position that was obviously carefully selected and separated from other surrounding houses.  The wall was so smooth that it could be used as a mirror. It was almost impossible to go up quietly. His only option was to jump from here to the top of the wall and trot over.

    "Damn bastard." Mo Yan gritted his teeth and jumped forward suddenly.

    Today¡¯s mission went too smoothly. Coupled with the smoke, the man in black was much less vigilant than usual. It wasn¡¯t until the sound came from not far behind that he realized that the enemy was approaching.

    Fortunately, he was not lazy when choosing a lurking point. When the man in black looked back and saw that there was only one person on the other side, a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. This distance was enough for him to launch an attack.

    The man in black is naturally not a real tattoo master. He can only be regarded as a high-level fighter at best. Fortunately, he has received three months of training from a battle tattoo master and has mastered some combat tattoo skills. His actual combat ability is compared to that of a battle tattoo master.  Naturally, it is far inferior, but it is really much higher than ordinary civilians.

    Silently in my mindAfter recalling the operating procedures, the man in black raised the arm holding the tattoo, clicked on the activation button, and channeled his mental power into it, and a small ball of white light slowly condensed.

    The man in black only has half a bucket of water and cannot afford any high-end goods. He is very satisfied to have this first-order pattern stone called "Swordfish". In fact, even if he is given a high-end pattern stone, he will  It won't work, or it may hurt yourself.

    Swordfish: First-order patterned stone, it has excellent stability and operability, and can emit a white energy beam with medium power, medium speed, and a preparation time of three seconds.

    Overall, Swordfish is a very cost-effective first-order pattern stone.

    The above paragraph is an official introduction, but the actual results vary from person to person.

    The so-called standard preparation time is measured by the ability of an ordinary tattooist. As for the man in black, the entire process from guidance, aiming, to launching takes at least five or six seconds.

    If it were a battle between two tattoo masters, this alone would be enough to make him die countless times.

    It¡¯s a pity that the other party is not the one. The man in black grins, and an energy light shuttle on his chest has taken shape, but the other party is still three or four meters away.

    Is it too late?

    A strong sense of crisis surged into Mo Yan's heart. He couldn't allow him to think too much and quickly threw the stick forward in his hand.

    ¡°Die, go¡ª¡±

    The man in black roared, his eyes full of cruelty. At such a close distance, the opponent was dead.

    The light in front of him suddenly grew brighter, and out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a black dot flying towards him. He instinctively lowered his head and lowered his head. The sound of howling wind flew past his ears. He relaxed and the light shuttle flew out.

    I felt that the white dots in front of my eyes were getting bigger and bigger. Although I gave instructions in my mind to dodge, my body couldn't react in time and I could only watch helplessly.

    The sound of the light shuttle penetrating the flesh is accompanied by the faint smell of barbecue.

    "Should he be dead?" The man in black was not very confident in his low voice. In addition to being far lower than the rate of fire of ordinary tattoo masters, people like him also had a big problem with accuracy. In the past, it was not that big.  It feels like there is someone carrying it in front of me anyway, so it won¡¯t matter if there are more people.

    If the opponent does not die, his heart trembles, and the remaining distance is not enough time to prepare for the second round.

    It was true that whatever he was afraid of came, the man in front of him launched again. A look of regret flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He knew that the object that had just flown had disturbed his mind, and the attack trajectory had deviated, and he failed to hit.  Hit the opponent's key point.

    Originally, before receiving training from a tattoo artist, he was also a good fighter among street gangsters. The opponent was injured, so even if they were to fight head-on, he would have a 90% chance of winning.

    But for some reason, the man in black felt an inexplicable chill when he was kicked by the opponent's bewitching red eyes. In addition, since that training, he prided himself on being superior to others and looked down on those who used fighting methods and their loose skills.  A lot, the first thought in my mind at this time is not how to defeat the opponent, but - run.

    Fighting hard?

    Sorry, let the scum below do this. His life is much more valuable.

    Logically speaking, he was right. There were some lame people below him. As long as he entered the crowd, it would be that person's turn to escape.

    Of course, there must be a prerequisite for doing this. He must run faster than that person.

    Will Mo Yan give him this chance?

    If Mo Yan was still awake at this moment, he would probably say no loudly, but his current state is a bit strange. The red light seen by the man in black is not an illusion. There is indeed a blood color in his eyes at this moment. Look  It looked extremely ferocious.

    If you observe carefully, you will find that his speed at this time is more than half faster than usual. He jumped behind the man in black in three or two steps and threw him to the ground before he could react.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    A miserable scream stopped suddenly, and several gangsters from the Crips Gang stopped a few meters away, with panic on their faces.

    "What's wrong? Are they afraid of me? What did I do?" Mo Yan shook his head a few times, trying to wake himself up. He only remembered that he chased the man in black after being injured, and then he didn't remember anything.

    At this time, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the fire, Long Er and his gang also rushed out of the warehouse. Without the help of the tattoo master, the lame man saw that he could not get any advantage, so he immediately retreated.

    Seeing a few familiar figures running towards him, Mo Yan opened his mouth to say something, but spit out a bunch of broken objects, and felt the world spinning and spinning.??I don't know the personnel.

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