Chapter Eighty-One: Fierce and Powerful Strike

  Fierce!

  Not only were over a dozen assassins shocked, but even Zhang Kong, who was drinking porridge, had his mouth twitching, and the hand holding the spoon trembled slightly. Zhao Heng's strength far exceeded his imagination. For the first time, he regretted making a bet with Zhao Heng. Perhaps this kid really was an extraordinary war god.

  In the midst of the roar, Zhao Heng held up the iron bar stained with fresh blood, with a strong killing intent flowing through his veins, and charged at the leader of the killers ten steps away. Although there were more than ten people on the other side, Zhao Heng was fearless, and the tremor that surged out of his body made him invincible in battle.

  The winds and clouds change color.

  It was a completely human charge, but the ferocious and fearless momentum gave people the feeling that lions and tigers were pouncing on sheep. Several assassins who wanted to block the way were still thinking about advancing or retreating when they found themselves flying in mid-air, followed by the sound of shattered bones and immense pain.

  Thud!

  Zhao Heng's speed was extremely fast, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The distance of ten steps was covered in an instant, and the iron bar in his hand swung through the air with a whooshing sound. Several assassins who wanted to make a move were knocked down by him without hesitation. At this moment, Zhao Heng's face was cold and stern, with an unspeakable ferocity.

  "Weird! But I like it!"

  He had already installed the crystal gun head, and his hand holding the short gun also became heavy. Looking at Zhao Heng's fierce killing intent that no one could rival, he couldn't help but admit that if it were Zhao Heng in his pre-war state fighting against him, Chang Kong would definitely lose, and he wouldn't even have a 40% chance of winning.

  Even now, Liu Zhao Yi only has 70% confidence.

  "He let out a sigh: 'This kid is indeed not simple.'"

  At this time, Zhao Heng had already knocked the two assassins who were biting their teeth to the ground. Both of their mouths were split open by him, with blood gushing out, shocking and frightening to behold. The encirclement formed by the assassins was broken apart under Zhao Heng's impact, let alone jointly attacking and killing Zhao Heng, even defending themselves had become a myth.

  He rushed to the front of the killer leader, who changed his face and unconsciously retreated. Zhao Heng's body leaped forward, and he stabbed out a bloody iron bar at this dragon head. The iron bar emitted a sharp whistle like a sharp arrow, and Zhao Heng's clothes were blown by the strong wind, rolling up like a messy grass.

  As a top-notch killer, the leader naturally had his own strengths. Facing Zhao Heng, who was covered in blood and unshakeable, he showed a few hints of solemnity but still chose to confront him head-on without flinching. A thin knife flashed in his hand, striking out with endless killing intent and fury.

  "Then!"

  A thin blade chopped onto an iron bar, producing a crisp sound.

  Cutting iron like mud, an iron bar was cut off a section.

  Zhao Heng's body suddenly contracted, allowing the sharp knife tip to sweep across his chest, and when a splash of fresh blood spurted out from his chest, the half-length iron bar in his hand thrust into the leader of the killer's shoulder with undiminished force. The huge impact caused the two men's faces to almost stick together, their eyes wide open and staring at each other.

  The leader of the killer team, Frog Eye, stared with his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

  "You want to kill me? Don't forget to weigh yourself first."

  "As he drew his strength from pain, Zhao Heng said word by word: 'Seek your own destruction!'"

  Zhao Heng's iron bar stirred fiercely, the leader's eyes were almost wide with shock, fear and incredulity. He saw his own blood flowing out like a spring, rolling down the iron bar that had pierced through his shoulder, taking his strength away with it.

  The killer leader didn't understand at the moment he fell:

  How could young Zhao Heng be as terrifying as a ferocious beast in the wilderness?

  The remaining assassins were all stunned, wanting to throw away their weapons and surrender but not daring to take the risk. Who could guarantee that Zhao Heng would spare those who surrendered? After exchanging glances and deliberating several times, they ultimately charged at Zhao Heng again, only to fall to the ground in a pool of blood under his swiftly seized thin blade.

  Zhao Heng did not kill them, but simply indifferently cut off their meridians and replaced them with other unknown places. Zhao Heng would have no qualms about getting rid of them to avoid future troubles, but now in prison, if he killed them in public, even Ye Shishu with great abilities would find it difficult to save himself.

  Although the laws of Huaguo have loopholes and corruption, only the privileged can take advantage of them. Someone like him, without power or influence, would only be used as a sacrifice to the sacred laws of Huaguo. Therefore, Zhao Heng wouldn't be foolish enough to kill in prison, severely injuring them would also reduce the risk factor.

  "Ah!"

  One foot kicked out, a killer who went to pick up the knife had his finger cut off. Then Zhao Heng flew out with one foot and kicked him flying. From then on, there were no more standing killers in the prison cafeteria. Even Knife Scar and others pretended to be dead. Zhao Heng wiped the thin knife clean of blood, and the blood instantly splashed out like raindrops.

  Tall and straight, Zhao Heng was like a Bodhisattva.

  "Alright! Now it's time to fulfill our bet!"

  When he saw all the killers fall to the ground and lose their combat effectiveness, Zhang Kong slapped the table and stood up. Although it was a bit embarrassing to attack Zhao Heng at this time, Zhao Heng's ferocity made him more and more appreciative, so Zhang Kong had to defeat Zhao Heng no matter what, and bring him under his command to help himself conquer the world.

  With Zhao Heng, who can match?

  Liu Zhao Yi kicked the objects beside him, and the bowls and plates shattered. The heavy table, weighing dozens of kilograms, suddenly exploded and flew to the door, blocking it and preventing the prison guards from rushing in. Meanwhile, Knife Scar and his men had already fainted, so the large dining hall was left with only Zhang Kong and Zhao Heng facing each other.

  "Come on!"

  "However, if you lose, don't regret it."

  Zhao Heng's face flickered uncertainly in the light, and Chang Kong suddenly felt a kind of pressure, a chilling pressure that made his hair stand on end, as if facing a tiger about to pounce. His right hand subconsciously gripped the pistol tightly, his eyes fixed intently on Zhao Heng.

  At this moment, Zhao Heng raised his head and smiled: "You will be my good brother."

  The invisible pressure disappeared, just like a ferocious beast that let out a reluctant roar and then retreated. In the lamplight, Zhao Heng's eyes were as deep as a well, with an inexplicable flame jumping and burning within them. However, the smile on his face was as gentle as spring breeze. He twisted his neck:

  "Vast sky, come on!"

  At some point, a gap was opened in the skylight, and a gust of morning wind blew in from above. The clothes of the two people fluttered with it, and the smell of blood gradually spread. Only then did Zhang realize that his body had been drenched in sweat just an instant before, and he couldn't help but shiver with cold.

  Why? Why did I just have that kind of feeling?

  He suddenly felt that Zhao Heng was very special, with a natural aura of majesty and power, but at this moment, thinking too much was meaningless. The bet was absolutely impossible to cancel, so he took a deep breath, shook his silver spear, and assumed an attacking stance. This battle concerned the future of both men.

  Either he defeats Zhao Heng, or Zhao Heng takes him down.

  "Fight!"

  The long sky slowly raised the silver gun in his hand, and at the moment when his pale fingers grasped the icy gun body, the ordinary prisoner's uniform on him trembled slightly. The countless cold winds that blew in from outside the door were shattered into fine airflow, like a bewildering fog, like scattered steam.

  Zhao Heng's body trembled slightly: what an overbearing aura.

  When Liu Zhao Yi raised that sharp and agile three-foot silver spear, he suddenly became fierce and murderous, as if transformed into another person. The cold morning wind at the door seemed to feel something, swaying and silently avoiding him, without a single strand drifting in front of him.

  The vast sky is like a war god, standing with a horizontal spear.

  Zhao Heng let out a light laugh and pounced forward, but when he was about three meters away, his pupils suddenly constricted:

  A gleaming thin blade, a sharp knife edge, directly takes the long empty body. Zhao Heng suddenly draws his sword, with an aura that presses people, and the sky and earth become dark for a moment. He thought that one sword could shake back the Long Kong's person and gun, but who knew that just as the sky and earth had darkened, they suddenly became bright again, and a dazzling ray of light cut through the darkness from mid-air.

  The vast sky has made its move!

  Gunfire pierced the sky!

  Three feet of silver spear, after firing to control people, rush straight to Zhao Heng!

  Radiant light, like lightning cutting through darkness, striking from afar.

  The airflow stagnated! The gun tip pierced through the knife's edge and stabbed towards the shoulder!

  Zhao Heng let out a loud shout, exerted force with his foot, and was airborne. His thin blade withdrew horizontally, already blocking the beam of light! A deafening crash resounded, sparks flying everywhere in mid-air, as he retreated against the wind. Although his face was deathly pale, his movements flashed with an indescribable elegance and flair.

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