Little Mark really didn’t believe that a level fifteen martial artist would have the ability to escape from his grasp.

When it came to a contest of fists and kicks!

If the opponent was in perfect condition, Mark Benson would still be a bit timid.

But when it came to lightness skill...

Little Mark could now let the opponent have a leg!

Of course, not just any of the three legs, specifically the left or right one.

Sirius Black Moon endured the excruciating pain in his lower abdomen, twisted his body and left. Even if he were in perfect condition, he still wouldn’t be a match for the legendary Young Divine Constable Charles King.

Charles King’s most formidable martial art was certainly not the “Primary School Student Fitness Twelve Forms.” He was famous for his musical martial arts, best at killing without a trace.

Mark Benson had no intention of stopping him. Only when Sirius Black Moon was about to leave the hospital entrance did he dash out.

Black Moon had been clutching a high-explosive grenade in his hand the whole time. If the other party really tried to make a move, he’d take them down with him.

After all, in a hospital, he could at least drag a dozen or twenty lives down with him.

“Young Divine Constable Charles King” really didn’t make a move. Although Black Moon’s lower abdomen felt like twenty-eight young women having their period at once, the pain churning like a storm, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just carefully put away the high-explosive grenade when a cold wind suddenly rose behind him.

Black Moon hurriedly turned around, but the movement was too abrupt, causing a sharp spasm from his rear to his lower abdomen, making him feel pain so intense it was as if the Buddha’s son ascended to heaven, and then descended to earth!

He was in a terrible state.

Mark Benson once again used the “Hammering the Heavenly Gate” move, this time aiming directly at Sirius Black Moon’s face.

With the momentum from sprinting from the emergency room to the hospital entrance, Mark Benson threw the best punch of his life, unleashing the full power of the nineteenth level of the Grand Thousand Evolution Technique, pushing it to its peak.

Sirius Black Moon, far superior to his subordinate Dark Star James Carter, even though his rear to lower abdomen was spasming violently, still gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort, blocking with a horizontal punch, using his proudest “Howling Moon Fist.”

But...

He was just a split second too slow.

Chapter 10: Treasure Boy

Mark Benson’s strike landed hard on Black Moon’s face, and he immediately withdrew.

Sirius Black Moon took a heavy blow to the face. He was fierce by nature, gritting his teeth through the spasms from his rear to his lower abdomen and the tearing pain in his face. With a move “Silver Wolf Howls at the Moon,” he launched a fierce counterattack...

But it hit nothing.

This was exactly why Mark Benson had invested most of his martial points in “Lingering Among Flowers and Willows.” Even if he raised his internal strength by seven or eight levels, he still wouldn’t be a match for Sirius Black Moon.

But with just a slight edge in lightness skill, he could play a kiting strategy.

Mark Benson unfolded his movement technique, now appearing in front, now behind, a punch in front, a kick behind, fiercely battling Sirius Black Moon.

But Little Mark never really got close. Even if he did, it was just a feint before withdrawing again.

Sirius Black Moon truly suffered in silence.

If he were in perfect condition, he wouldn’t need to care about the opponent’s feints. With martial arts far superior to Mark Benson, a single successful counterattack would be enough to take Little Mark’s life.

But now Black Moon’s condition was just too terrible.

He even felt that the internal injuries he had been suppressing were showing signs of flaring up. That punch from David Benson was truly fierce and not easy to withstand.

The two exchanged more than ten moves in rapid succession.

Blood trickled down from Black Moon’s face, wounded by Little Mark’s heavy blow. He wiped it away with his hand.

Mark Benson immediately seized the opportunity, delivering a “Tiger Tail Kick” to Sirius Black Moon’s lower back. The full power of the nineteenth level of the Grand Thousand Evolution Technique was poured without reservation into the body of this vicious black martial artist.

This spot was dangerously close to a certain unspeakable area.

Black Moon forced a counterattack, but it pulled at the tearing pain in his rear, causing his strike to go slightly off, allowing Little Mark to duck under it.

Black Moon forced Mark Benson back, his eyes radiating murderous intent, and shouted, “You’re not Charles King!”

Mark Benson retreated a dozen steps, grinning as he asked, “What makes you say that?”

Black Moon, enduring the pain, shouted, “Your martial arts are far inferior to his!”

Mark Benson slapped his thigh and exclaimed, “So that’s such a huge flaw! I never even realized.”

Black Moon was about to be driven mad. The reason he mistook Little Mark for the famous tough guy of the Public Security Department—the Young Divine Constable Charles King—

Was because this expert from the Public Security Department loved to use the childish “Primary School Student Fitness Twelve Forms” martial art.

Sirius Black Moon never imagined there would be a weirdo like Mark Benson.

The gap between the two was like heaven and earth. What kind of huge flaw was that?

This young man was just messing with him.

Mark Benson specialized in internal strength. Besides always thinking about the innate martial art in his reincarnation gift pack, he also believed in the flagpole theory!

As long as your flagpole is the tallest, even if you hang a pair of underwear on it, it’s still more eye-catching than someone else’s flag with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it, but three feet shorter.

So honestly, apart from this set of “Primary School Student Fitness Twelve Forms,” he didn’t know any other fist or kick techniques.

Mark Benson never expected that this set of moves would make Sirius Black Moon mistake him.

Sirius Black Moon gritted his teeth through the pain, guarding himself carefully.