Chapter Eighty: Aura Like A Rainbow

  The atmosphere is tense, the air is thick with anticipation!

  Liu Zhao was slightly surprised while eating breakfast in the corner: Zhao Heng's power exceeded his imagination.

  The scar-faced man roared: "Kill him!"

  Dozens of people roared and rushed towards Zhao Heng like wolves.

  Zhao Heng took a step back, closer to the wall, and transformed his fist into a knife. In this brief moment, the ferocity and brutality that burst out, as well as the desperate aura that shot out of his eyes, made those self-proclaimed deadly assassins feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts, causing them to subconsciously hesitate in their footsteps.

  In this brief moment of stagnation, Zhao Heng suddenly charged into the crowd, his hand knife chopping left and right like lightning, the four people in front of him let out a chorus of miserable cries, their bodies spinning and falling to the ground, the smell of blood instantly spreading, all of them had their jaws accurately struck by Zhao Heng, losing over a dozen teeth.

  "Come!"

  Zhao Heng stepped back with his feet on the ground, advancing and retreating with ease without any hindrance.

  The chaotic war has begun!

  Zhao Heng did not deal with this batch of prisoners in the same way as he had with the Qing Bang, because he had discovered that killers with different temperaments were quietly mixing in, obviously intending to take advantage of the chaos to make a sneak attack on him. Therefore, he used the tables and chairs in the cafeteria to dodge and strike back, trying not to get surrounded by the enemy.

  Otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

  At this moment, the prison guards had been blocked by the prisoners and were unable to enter, waving their batons in vain. The doors were also closed and barricaded with tables and chairs, while six surveillance cameras were smashed. The guards who wanted to rush in were unable to do so and could only crash against the gate outside, calling for riot police.

  The unrelated prisoners who wanted to escape couldn't get out, they could only hide in the corner and tremble while watching. They were very clear that the people who fought and killed each other were completely irrational, so they all hugged their heads to show that they were just innocent bystanders. Only Zhang Kong held a bowl of porridge and drank slowly.

  For him, this battle is the best appetizer.

  "Get out of here, kid!"

  A middle-aged man swung his fist at Zhao Heng, who reached out and grabbed the man's head, slamming it into the table. The man instantly spurted out a stream of blood, and then Zhao Heng threw him into the crowd behind him. The terrifying force knocked over four or five people, and the scar-faced man's mouth twitched with rage as he bellowed:

  "Let blood!"

  More than a dozen prisoners brandished sharpened toothbrushes and attacked, rushing at Zhao Heng from both sides and even from the table.

  Bang!

  Zhao Heng lifted one leg and swung a long-handled ladle at the two prisoners who had jumped onto the table, sending them tumbling to the ground like birds with broken wings. One of them even landed on a chair, knocking themselves out cold. Zhao Heng didn't even glance at them, continuing to wield the ladle as he charged forward.

  Knocked down three people directly.

  He slipped out of the encirclement like a fish, his body close to the wall, quickly shuttling through the tables and chairs, the sound of spoons clanging, wherever he passed, blood splattered, Zhao Heng's moves were all very heavy, he knew that group fighting could only be fast and accurate, otherwise he would get hurt under the chaotic punches.

  One person rushed out in a flash, tightly grasping the toothbrush in his hand, and stabbed it wildly at Zhao Heng's back.

  A flash of icy light burst forth from the tip of his sword, radiating an aura of ferocity that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. Zhao Heng's eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he gazed at the attack behind him without even turning around. With a nonchalant air, he stretched out his hand, and the broad palm that had harvested countless lives sliced through the shimmering light, eradicating the ominous arc of energy with an air of quiet majesty.

  Dozens of people stared with wide eyes, filled with an incredulous meaning.

  Zhao Heng's hand grasped the opponent's wrist, a seemingly casual move that no one could see clearly, with a speed so fast it left people speechless. This was just the beginning. As the crowd watched in stunned silence, Zhao Heng twisted his hand, and the crisp sound of shattering bones once again shocked everyone.

  The next second, Zhao Heng threw him out again.

  Three people dodged and weaved but were still hit, each one ending up on their backside!

  Zhao Heng twisted his neck: "Continue..."

  It seemed that Zhao Heng's arrogance had stimulated the other prisoners, who were energized by the scar-faced man's roar and rushed forward, shouting at each other. Eight toothbrushes swooped in on Zhao Heng from all directions. With a swift movement of his hands, Zhao Heng leapt into the air, his actions smooth and natural, as if he had been practicing for over a decade.

  Human assistance fist, fist assist human prestige, double fists follow Zhao Heng's body spinning in the air to draw a full circle, and eight prisoners who attacked him fiercely collided, one move down, the prisoners surrounding Zhao Heng all fell out, their chests were hit by Zhao Heng's one punch, frightened and retreated.

  The people behind no longer dared to approach.

  Zhao Heng didn't stop there, he took a step back and charged forward again, his hands flying up and down as he beat the remaining prisoners mercilessly. In less than ten minutes, more than thirty prisoners were lying on the ground. The scar-faced man's expression turned particularly ugly, never having expected that the fat guy would be so hard to deal with.

  Liu Zhao Yi furrowed his brow, feeling that Zhao Heng's all-out attack was powerful but would consume a lot of energy. Dealing with these prisoners wouldn't be a problem, but how to deal with the eighteen assassins who had yet to emerge? He didn't think that Zhao Heng, who had just been through an intense battle, still had the strength to withstand the attacks of the eighteen assassins.

  "Hey, you! Don't come over here!"

  The scar-faced man felt uneasy and was about to run away, but then he saw more than a dozen men rushing towards Zhao Heng from behind. The scar-faced man was shocked and wondered when his own brothers had expanded to this extent. Just as he was bewildered, he saw the group of men suddenly shake their right hands, each revealing an iron bar the size of a thumb.

  A killing aura suddenly spread out.

  The scar-faced man's expression changed dramatically, he sniffed a hint of trap, these people were well-trained, far from what these mobs could compare to, and they could even get iron bars in prison, without a doubt, this batch of men was the behind-the-scenes arrangement of the powerful people, with the purpose of dealing with Zhao Heng.

  The scar-faced man's heart skipped a beat, worried that he would be silenced by being killed.

  Changkong put aside his breakfast at this time, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed. His left hand silently reached into his pocket and grasped a small object. He had already set his sights on Zhao Heng, so he absolutely could not let Zhao Heng be in danger of losing his life. With such a great general, half the empire would be settled.

  His left hand was inconspicuously exposed.

  A spear about three feet long with a sharp point.

  Gun body, silver white; Gun head, crystal.

  Zhao Heng, leaning against the wall, saw over a dozen extraordinary men rushing towards him, each holding similar sharp iron bars in their hands. He immediately knew they were expert fighters secretly hired by the Qing Bang to deal with him. Zhao Heng pinched his round rice ladle, and its front end suddenly became sharp. With a flick of his right wrist, a gleam of light flashed out.

  Just then, the killer in front had already pounced on him.

  "Get out!"

  In the dim light, the iron bar raised high whizzed down, Zhao Heng let out a cold laugh, and with a lift of his hand, the rice scoop struck right at the opponent's grasping hand. A crisp crackling sound was heard, the killer grunted, and the iron bar slipped from his broken hand, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

  The iron bar transformed into a rapidly rotating wheel of light and shot out towards the person behind.

  "Whoosh~~~"

  The killer who rushed up from behind hadn't seen clearly, but felt his body shake, and a severe pain erupted in his shoulder. He lowered his head to look, and saw that the iron bar of his companion had stabbed into his shoulder, spewing out a stream of unstoppable hot blood. He let out an angry roar, wanting to charge forward, but was drained of strength by the severe pain.

  He fell obliquely with a slow motion.

  As he fell, he saw Zhao Heng thrust the tip into the thigh of his disarmed companion, who let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground. More than ten self-proclaimed skilled killers, seeing Zhao Heng injure two people in an instant, had their eyes flash with a hint of solemnity, and their throats were clearly visible as they swallowed their saliva.

  They thought killing Zhao Heng would be a piece of cake, and the prisoners were easily knocked down because they were a disorganized mob. They should have been able to take out Zhao Heng and get away with one million yuan. But it turned out that this money was too hot to handle! Although they far surpassed the brutal and violent prisoners, in the end, they still paled in comparison to Zhao Heng.

  This kid's strength has reached an abnormal level.

  It has come to this, they have no choice but to continue raging and charging at Zhao Heng. They are not top-notch killers abroad, otherwise they wouldn't have accepted 2 million from Song Shijie for the eighteen people. But precisely because they don't have much of a reputation, that's why they want to kill Zhao Heng to elevate themselves.

  If you retreat now, there will be no employer afterwards.

  Anyone at the bottom of the pyramid is destined to have a bloody history, including Song Shijie and Zhang Ningyan. They never thought that Zhang Xiaolin had long regarded them as cannon fodder. This moody guy always uses superficial phenomena to confuse people, and today's assassination is just a decoration.

  After the initial chaos and slaughter, the leader of the killers began to steady himself, a middle-aged man with an aura of murder surrounding him, his gray-brown eyes also revealing his mixed heritage, his every move exuding the demeanor of a leader, he was staring at Zhao Heng like a wolf, his killing intent palpable.

  "Kill him! Kill him!"

  He first let the six men block Zhao Heng's retreat, compressing the latter's space for maneuverability. Then he had nine killers continuously impact, a very simple tactic of human sea warfare. He hoped to use the wheel tactics to undermine Zhao Heng's will to fight, and he believed that after killing dozens of people, Zhao Heng was already at his last gasp.

  The ferocious and evil man did not notice that Zhao Heng's shoulders occasionally trembled, and each time after the trembling, Zhao Heng's eyes became even brighter. Although he had fought against dozens of prisoners, Zhao Heng still maintained his vigorous fighting spirit, like a tireless machine, fiercely confronting the killer.

  The leader of the killers growled in a low voice: "Up!"

  An assassin took a step forward, instantly closing the distance to three meters. The iron bar in his hand thrust towards Zhao Heng's chest like an angry dragon. Zhao Heng looked at the dazzling tip and his eyes flashed with a cold light as his body seemed to flicker simultaneously. The sharp iron bar stabbed into thin air, and then the man felt a chill run down his back.

  A chill ran down his spine.

  The next second, he heard his scapula shatter.

  The blood scattered in mid-air is like a rainbow across the sky.

  Zhao Heng stabbed the tip of his rice spoon into the man's back, not fatally but enough to paralyze him from the waist up. Zhao Heng never showed mercy to those who wanted to kill him. In a civilized society, the law of the jungle doesn't apply; if you don't severely punish your enemies, they will take your life.

  The killer's mournful cry was so painful and desperate that the killers who followed him stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with fear. Zhao Heng, however, did not slow down at all. With a flick of his wrist, one person was immediately pierced through the right shoulder, retreating over ten steps before falling onto the table.

  Zhao Heng didn't even look at him and snatched an iron bar from another person, striking him repeatedly.

  The person standing in front felt his body was being hit by a thousand-pound hammer again and again.

  He could even see the blood flowers bursting from his own mouth, and his physical strength was like those fleeting blood flowers, swiftly fading away. He was about to lose his grip on the iron bar, and his consciousness began to blur. Zhao Heng stepped forward and kicked him flying with a single foot.

  "Who else is coming?"

  Zhao Heng grasped the iron bar and looked around, his roar like that of a prehistoric ferocious beast.

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