But Mo Ling did not give up, instead, she channeled her internal energy with all her might, striving to counterattack while evading.
It was a moment of extreme danger.
"Ah!"
Sheng Xiong let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward.
Huh?
Mo Ling was overjoyed.
Just as she was about to turn, Song Qiao appeared before her.
It was he who had landed a punch on Sheng Xiong.
The crisis was averted!
"Ha, hope I'm not too late!" Song Qiao said with a smile.
"Thank you, you came just in time! You saved my life." Mo Ling smiled happily.
Now, she was safe!
Standing still, she took a deep breath and stretched her shoulders.
Her body swayed slightly, and she furrowed her brow before relaxing it.
"What, are you injured?" Song Qiao asked with concern, reaching out to steady her.
Mo Ling shook her head, "I'm fine!"
Then, her gaze shifted to Sheng Xiong. He was already getting back on his feet, preparing to slip away.
It seemed that Sheng Xiong, who had been so arrogant moments ago, now realized he was no match for Mo Ling and Song Qiao.
"Quick, let's go together and capture him!" Mo Ling urgently called out to Song Qiao.
This was a golden opportunity.
With the two of them working together, their combined might would surely overwhelm Sheng Xiong.
Seeing Mo Ling's demeanor, Song Qiao knew she was indeed unharmed. He smiled and nodded, then glanced at the disheveled and flustered Sheng Xiong. "Alright!"
With that, his gaze shifted from the slowly rising Sheng Xiong to Madam Shen and her assistant on the other side.
He stood there quietly, as if nothing could disturb his composure.
This detached presence left Madam Shen and her subordinates stunned.
Of course, it was more likely that they hadn't expected a surprise intervention to rescue them from a highly threatening situation and bring them to safety.
Not to mention, their seemingly formidable enemy, Sheng Xiong, had been sent flying by the newcomer's punch.
Although it was a sneak attack, it was still quite remarkable.
Madam Shen, gazing at Song Qiao's heroic presence, her expression was complex, her thoughts unclear.
Having received Song Qiao's affirmative reply, Mo Ling took a deep breath and swiftly moved towards Sheng Xiong.
Watching her footwork, Song Qiao knew her Xing Yi Quan had improved again.
Her steps were like a plow plowing the earth, her landings as firm as roots.
Despite her slender and lithe build, she exuded a sense of solidity, stability, and solemnity.
With Song Qiao flanking her, she attacked with greater abandon. Her movements, both rising and falling, displayed a masculine beauty, perfectly blending with her feminine form, embodying the essence of Yin and Yang in harmony.
Sheng Xiong seemed injured, his movements slightly sluggish. Under Mo Ling's assault, he could only dodge.
Song Qiao, seizing the opportune moment, synchronized his attack with Mo Ling's rhythm, suddenly exerting force and cutting in from the left, aiming for Sheng Xiong's ribs.
Sheng Xiong, already entangled with Mo Ling, could not evade in time.
Out of options.
He could only brace himself, raising his shoulders and elbows, trying his best to block.
*Splat!*
Sheng Xiong was sent flying again.
His body traversed five meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Moreover, his landing was on the bluestone-paved ground, which further intensified the impact, causing internal injuries.
"Pfft..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.
He quickly got up and roared, "Two against one, that's hardly heroic!"
Song Qiao chuckled, "And you, a dignified sect leader, attacking a weak woman, is that heroic? Besides, this is official business, not some martial arts duel. You betrayed the Security Department and joined the martial world; did your brain turn to paste?"
Mo Ling did not reply, her lips pressed into a tight line. She lunged at her opponent, her palm flashing out.
Sheng Xiong dodged, leaving Mo Ling's strike to hit empty air.
This surprised Mo Ling; she hadn't expected him to still possess such prowess in his current state.
She failed to realize that ever since Song Qiao's arrival, Sheng Xiong had been on high alert.
Furthermore, through Song Qiao's sudden attack, Sheng Xiong had confirmed one thing: Song Qiao was even more skilled and cunning than Mo Ling.
In other words, he had shifted most of his attention to Song Qiao.
Consequently, he did his best to evade Mo Ling's attacks.
Then, he unleashed his Tiger Fist, roaring like a tiger, assuming the posture of a fierce tiger pouncing, and charged at Song Qiao with all his might. It seemed he was going all out.
After all, if he didn't fight for his life now, would he wait until death claimed him before showing his mettle?
Song Qiao, facing him, remained unhurried. With a calm gesture, he raised his hand, his fingers forming a palm.
*Bang!*
He met Sheng Xiong's charge head-on.
Only when their palms connected did he instantly elevate his aura to seventy percent.
The clash of forces sent ripples of energy spreading outward in a circular pattern.
Song Qiao's body swayed, and he took a step back.
Sheng Xiong, however, staggered back several steps, each footfall shattering the stone slabs beneath him.
This clearly demonstrated the immense internal force he had just withstood.
He finally managed to regain his balance and regulate his breathing.
A look of astonishment spread across Sheng Xiong's face: "I didn't expect this! Your aura is so strong! Heh, when did such a master emerge in the martial world?"
Song Qiao remained silent.
What was there to say to a dead man? Besides, he wasn't a teacher who had to explain everything to others.
He quickly closed the distance, throwing a punch, "Take this!"
Having just dodged Sheng Xiong's attack and feeling indignant, Mo Ling lunged forward again.
She and Song Qiao cooperated closely, continuously compressing Sheng Xiong's space, forcing him to be constantly on the defensive and unable to attend to both of them.
She hadn't experienced such a thrilling fight in a long time. This was the benefit of having a reliable teammate.
In contrast, Sheng Xiong found himself increasingly cornered, his body being hit repeatedly.
Although it was merely a glancing blow from the force, or he managed to dodge vital spots to avoid severe injury, the fact remained that he was being wounded continuously.
Not to mention, the repeated clashes of palms with Mo Ling and Song Qiao, and the direct hits, had already inflicted considerable internal damage.
He was increasingly at a disadvantage.
Sheng Xiong could only rely on dodging to gain an advantage, waiting for an opportunity to break through Song Qiao and Mo Ling's coordinated assault.
The key to this was Mo Ling.
"Surrender! You have nowhere to run!" Mo Ling declared.
Song Qiao looked at Sheng Xiong with unwavering confidence, his eyes clearly conveying: I'll see where you can run!
Sheng Xiong roared, "Just the two of you? Back then, even facing hundreds of Security Department experts, I escaped unscathed. Now, with just the two of you, hmph..."
"Arrogant fool!" Song Qiao said, delivering a palm strike.
The next moment.
Sheng Xiong was sent flying backward again.
Mo Ling's body flickered, she pursued Sheng Xiong, and landed a punch on his chest.
*Pfft!*
Sheng Xiong spat out another mouthful of blood.
His body was knocked off course. What was already falling downward was now propelled further away.
*Crash!*
His body landed heavily on the ground.
A cloud of dust billowed up from the impact.
"Cough, cough..." He coughed incessantly.
"Whoosh," he spat out another stream of blood.
Immediately after the last exchange.
Song Qiao and Mo Ling, without any verbal communication, charged forward together, attacking Sheng Xiong.
A typical "strike while the iron is hot!"
Sheng Xiong, seeing this, panicked. He didn't dare delay and activated a special technique conducive to escape. Without fully rising, he had already darted far into the distance.
In a flash, he was dozens of meters away.
Song Qiao looked surprised. It seemed that while Sheng Xiong possessed immense martial prowess, he was also skilled in evasion, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape from hundreds of pursuers as he claimed.