Before Ye Mao could react, he was beaten in a hurry and retreated repeatedly.

However, although Ye Mao’s kung fu is only average, he has seen a lot of life and death scenes. Whether in northern Myanmar or in Africa, they are all climbing out of the dead.

People who have seen blood will never be the same as those who fight.

After Ye Mao passively parried a needle, he finally stabilized. After holding on to the kick from the Seventh Divine servant, he rushed forward and carried his legs on his shoulders.

His rush was very fierce, how could the Seventh Divine servant who had one foot on the ground with his feet with him with his back? He almost sat on the ground.

Ye Mao seized this fleeting opportunity, his shoulders suddenly sank. Taking advantage of the moment when the Seventh Divine servant lost his balance, he threw him hard and threw him out.

The body of the Seventh God servant drew an arc in the air, smashing heavily on the ground, making a dull collision sound.

However, the Seventh Divine servant reacted very quickly. Almost the moment he landed on the ground, his body bounced up like a spring, supported the ground with his hands, and his legs swept across Ye Mao's lower plate like a whip.

Ye Mao was prepared for a long time and quickly took a step back to avoid this fierce leg sweep.

But the attack of the Seventh Divine servant did not stop. His body rotated half a circle with the force of sweeping his legs, and his right fist hit Ye Mao's chest like a cannonball.

Ye Mao's eyes narrowed, his hands crossed to protect his chest, and he took the punch.

The force of the fist came through his arms, which made his chest feel stuffy, but he gritted his teeth and did not take a step back.

He knew that in this life-and-death struggle, once he showed weakness, he would be caught by the other party and completely suppressed.

"Bang!"

With the remaining strength of the opponent's fist, Ye Mao suddenly raised his knees and hit the abdomen of the Seventh Divine servant.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao's counterattack to be so rapid that he could only block it with his arms in a hurry, but the force of this knee was extremely strong, which made his arms numb, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ye Mao did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and his whole body rushed up like an arrow from the string.

His fists hit the Seventh Divine servant like raindrops, and each punch was filled with a fierce wind, forcing the other party to retreat repeatedly.

Although the Seventh Divine servant was very skilled, he was unable to withstand it for a while under Ye Mao's fierce attack and could only barely protect the vitals.

However, the Seventh Divine servant was a strictly trained warrior after all. After a brief panic, he quickly adjusted his rhythm.

His body suddenly faded, avoiding Ye Mao's straight punch, then swept his legs down and took Ye Mao's ankle.

Ye Mao was caught off guard, his feet slipped, his body lost balance, and he leaned forward.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Divine servant. He seized this opportunity and elbowed straight to the back of Ye Mao's head.

If this attack hits, even if Ye Mao does not die, he will lose his combat effectiveness.

At the critical moment, Ye Mao suddenly lowered his head and avoided the attack. At the same time, he supported the ground with both hands, leveraged the force of his body, and clamped his legs towards the neck of the Seventh Divine servant like scissors.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao to have this move, so he could only use his arms to block it in a hurry, but Ye Mao's legs were extremely strong, which made his arm hurt.

Ye Mao took the opportunity to turn over and fist straight to the other party's face with a heavy punch.

The Seventh God servant reluctantly turned his head to avoid it, but Ye Mao's fist still brushed his cheek, leaving a blood mark.

"Bang!" The Seventh Divine servant was shocked by the force of the punch and took a few steps back. The scorching pain on his face made a trace of anger flash in his eyes.

He wiped the blood from his face and sneered, "It's interesting, it seems that I underestimate you."

Ye Mao did not respond, but just stared at the other party coldly, breathing slightly rapid.

He knew that the battle was far from over and the opponent's strength was stronger than he expected. He had to do his best, otherwise he would be doomed if he was not careful.

The Seventh Divine servant suddenly moved. His speed was faster than before. His body flashed to Ye Mao like a ghost, and he slashed Ye Mao's neck with a knife.

Ye Mao quickly turned sideways and barely avoided the attack, but the attack of the Seventh Divine servant was as continuous as a tide, and his fists and feet alternated, forcing Ye Mao to retreat repeatedly.

Cold sweat oozed out of Ye Mao's forehead. The opponent's attack was too fierce, and he could hardly find a chance to counterattack.

Just as he was about to be forced into a desperate situation, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind in the jungle of northern Myanmar - at that time he was surrounded by a group of militants, on the verge of life and death, and finally broke out with his calmness and wit.

"Calm down...must be calm!"

Ye Mao silently recited in his heart, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes gradually became sharp and his body relaxed. He no longer fought hard, but began to observe the other party's movements and look for flaws.

The seventh Divine servant's offensive was still fierce, but his movements gradually became clear in Ye Mao's eyes.

Ye Mao discovered that although each attack by the opponent was fierce, there would always be a slight pause at the moment of making a move.

That was the gap between power conversion and the best time for him to fight back.

"It's now!"

A glimmer flashed in Ye Mao's eyes. At the moment when the Seventh Divine servant lost his high kick, he suddenly rushed up and elbowed him straight into the other party's chest.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao to suddenly fight back, and he could only block with his arms in a hurry, but Ye Mao's elbow was extremely powerful, which made his arms numb, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ye Mao did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and suddenly exerted force under his feet and pounced on him like a tiger. His fists hit the Seventh Divine servant like raindrops, and each punch was filled with a fierce wind, forcing the other party to retreat repeatedly.

Although the Seventh Divine servant was very skilled, he was unable to withstand it for a while under Ye Mao's fierce attack and could only barely protect the vitals.

However, the Seventh Divine servant was a strictly trained warrior after all. After a brief panic, he quickly adjusted his rhythm.

His body suddenly faded, avoided Ye Mao's straight punch, then lowered his leg and grabbed Ye Mao's ankle. Ye Mao was caught off guard, and his feet slipped, his body lost balance, and he leaned forward.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Divine servant. He seized this opportunity and elbowed straight to the back of Ye Mao's head.

If this attack hits, even if Ye Mao does not die, he will lose his combat effectiveness.

At the critical moment, Ye Mao suddenly lowered his head and avoided the attack. At the same time, he supported the ground with both hands, leveraged the force of his body, and clamped his legs towards the neck of the Seventh Divine servant like scissors.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao to have this move, so he could only use his arms to block it in a hurry, but Ye Mao's legs were extremely strong, which made his arm hurt.

Ye Mao took the opportunity to turn over and fist straight to the other party's face with a heavy punch. The Seventh Divine servant barely turned his head to avoid it, but Ye Mao's fist still brushed his cheek, leaving a blood mark.

"Bang!" The Seventh Divine servant was shocked by the force of the punch and took a few steps back. The scorching pain on his face made a trace of anger flash in his eyes.

He wiped the blood from his face and sneered, "It's interesting, it seems that I underestimate you."

Ye Mao did not respond, but just stared at the other party coldly, breathing slightly rapid.

He knew that the battle was far from over and the opponent's strength was even stronger than he expected.

He must do his best, otherwise he will be doomed if he is not careful.

The Seventh Divine servant suddenly moved. His speed was faster than before. His body flashed to Ye Mao like a ghost, and he slashed Ye Mao's neck with a knife.

Ye Mao quickly turned sideways and barely avoided the attack, but the attack of the Seventh Divine servant continued like a tide, and his fists and feet alternated, forcing Ye Mao to retreat repeatedly.

Cold sweat oozed out of Ye Mao's forehead. The opponent's attack was too fierce, and he could hardly find a chance to counterattack.

A glimmer flashed in Ye Mao's eyes. At the moment when the Seventh Divine servant lost his high kick, he suddenly rushed up and elbowed him straight into the other party's chest.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao to suddenly fight back, and he could only block with his arms in a hurry, but Ye Mao's elbow was extremely powerful, which made his arms numb, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

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Ye Mao didn't give the other party a chance to breathe, and suddenly exerted force under his feet and pounced on him like a tiger.

His fists hit the Seventh Divine servant like raindrops, and each punch was filled with a fierce wind, forcing the other party to retreat repeatedly.

Although the Seventh Divine servant was very skilled, he was unable to withstand it for a while under Ye Mao's fierce attack and could only barely protect the vitals.

However, the Seventh Divine servant was a strictly trained warrior after all. After a brief panic, he quickly adjusted his rhythm.

His body suddenly faded, avoiding Ye Mao's straight punch, then swept his legs down and took Ye Mao's ankle.

Ye Mao was caught off guard, his feet slipped, his body lost balance, and he leaned forward.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Divine servant. He seized this opportunity and elbowed straight to the back of Ye Mao's head.

If this attack hits, even if Ye Mao does not die, he will lose his combat effectiveness.

At the critical moment, Ye Mao suddenly lowered his head and avoided the attack. At the same time, he supported the ground with both hands, leveraged the force of his body, and clamped his legs towards the neck of the Seventh Divine servant like scissors.

The Seventh Divine servant obviously did not expect Ye Mao to have this move, so he could only use his arms to block it in a hurry, but Ye Mao's legs were extremely strong, which made his arm hurt.

Ye Mao took the opportunity to turn over and fist straight to the other party's face with a heavy punch.

The Seventh God servant reluctantly turned his head to avoid it, but Ye Mao's fist still brushed his cheek, leaving a blood mark.

"Bang!" The Seventh Divine servant was shocked by the force of the punch and took a few steps back. The scorching pain on his face made a trace of anger flash in his eyes.

He wiped the blood from his face and sneered, "It's interesting, it seems that I underestimate you."

Ye Mao did not respond, but stared at the other party coldly, breathing slightly faster. He knew that the battle was far from over and that the opponent's strength was stronger than he expected.

He must do his best, otherwise he will be doomed if he is not careful.

The Seventh Divine servant suddenly moved. His speed was faster than before. His body flashed to Ye Mao like a ghost, and he slashed Ye Mao's neck with a knife.

Ye Mao quickly turned sideways and barely avoided the attack, but the attack of the Seventh Divine servant continued like a tide, and his fists and feet alternated, forcing Ye Mao to retreat repeatedly.

Cold sweat oozed out of Ye Mao's forehead. The opponent's attack was too fierce, and he could hardly find a chance to counterattack.

Just as he was about to be forced into a desperate situation, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind in the jungle of northern Myanmar - at that time he was surrounded by a group of militants, on the verge of life and death, and finally broke out with his calmness and wit.

"Calm down... you must be calm!" Ye Mao thought silently in his heart, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes gradually became sharp and his body relaxed. He no longer fought hard, but began to observe the other party's movements and look for flaws.

The seventh Divine servant's offensive was still fierce, but his movements gradually became clear in Ye Mao's eyes.

Ye Mao discovered that although each attack by the opponent was fierce, there would always be a slight pause at the moment of making a move. It was the gap between power conversion and the best time for him to counterattack.

"It's now!"
To be continued...