Chapter Eighty-two: Confrontation

  There was only a flash of surprise in Changkong's eyes, clearly not expecting Zhao Heng to block his Thunderbolt Shot. In order to give Zhao Heng a shocking visual impact, Changkong had used 90% of his strength for that shot and increased the speed to its highest level, but unexpectedly, Zhao Heng actually blocked it.

  Although Zhao Heng retreated several steps, he still blocked it.

  Zhao Heng's gaze also became more serious: This shot is really strong!

  "Come again!"

  Zhao Heng drew his slender sword, and his will to fight recondensed.

  The light was blocked, and suddenly shot up to the sky, but only lightly turned, Zhao Heng's dragon-like figure leaped into the air again, stabbing straight at the chest of the long sky, the knife flower blooming like a snow lotus in the snowy mountains, cold and clear. The face of the long sky added a hint of solemnity, the previous block had left his arms slightly numb, and he shook them continuously to relieve the aftershocks.

  He thought Zhao Heng would be exhausted, but unexpectedly the other party didn't stop at all, and with a flicker of his eyes, he launched another attack on himself. A wry smile flashed across his pale face as he found it hard to imagine how Zhao Heng could knock down so many people and still withstand one more blow without knowing fatigue. How could his strength be so terrifying?

  "Right!"

  Liu Zhao Yi parried Zhao Heng's second strike, emerging unscathed but with an increasingly solemn expression.

  Zhao Heng laughed loudly and welcomed the attack, raising his hand for another slash. The dazzling knife light made everyone think it was a flash of lightning tearing through the sky. This slash actually made Chang Kong unable to dodge, he could only concentrate his energy in his arm and suddenly counterattack with his spear. This time he almost used up 80% of his total strength.

  Although it was a simple shot, it made a loud noise and pierced through Zhao Heng's thick defenses with sharpness.

  Zhao Heng swung his sword through the air, seeing Long Kong's spear thrust coming from afar. His face showed no emotional fluctuations. As he parried the spear with his thin blade, he counterattacked with a reverse palm strike, hitting Long Kong's short spear right on target. His palm movement was extremely skillful, using the edge of his palm to cut through the spear shaft and then wiping it away in one motion, before striking Long Kong's chest with a palm print.

  Zhao Heng's speed was extremely fast, so fast that it made people unable to dodge.

  Changkong barely had time to block the vital point on his chest with his left hand, and a palm strike landed solidly. Changkong felt as if his entire body had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer and he flew into the air, his body twisting as he flipped over and landed on one knee. Although he hadn't suffered any injuries, he felt utterly exhausted to the point of death, as if all his internal organs had shifted positions.

  Blood and Qi surge!

  Zhao Heng also retreated four or five steps, gritting his teeth to calm the surge of blood in his chest. Then he activated that trembling force within his body again, allowing it to buffer his injuries and increase his combat strength. Next, he launched another attack into the distant sky. His moves were not elegant, nor were they fancy, but every time he struck out, it was extremely overbearing.

  It's hard not to block.

  Liu Zhao understood the difference between himself and Zhao Heng, he was still relying on speed and strength to win, but Zhao Heng had already reached a level where every move could take someone's life, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, wondering if this kid had been practicing martial arts since birth.

  He is already a rare flower, unexpectedly Zhao Heng is the most extraordinary among them.

  Although the vast sky is helpless, in his heart, he has a deeper appreciation for Zhao Heng. Even if he loses, he will admit defeat willingly, after all, Zhao Heng defeated the prisoner and the assassin, and then defeated himself. This skill is enough to make the vast sky look up to him, let alone talk about contending with others when even Zhao Heng can't win?

  Of course, this is the last desperate plan. He who has never failed yearns for victory even more. Being able to command a fierce general like Zhao Heng, wouldn't the world be in his grasp? Thinking of this, a glimmer of light flashed across Chang Kong's eyes, and he ignited his full will to fight against Zhao Heng, determined to find an opportunity to defeat him.

  "Fight again!"

  The long sky let out a low growl and drew an arc with his gun, as he blocked Zhao Heng's next wave of attacks. He took two steps back and stuck to the wall, then gazed at the jade-made gun head, just like a young man in love gazing at his beloved: "Brother, you are indeed very strong, the strongest I've ever met."

  When he said this, his eyes were still on the gun, the crystal was a high-quality product, crystal clear and transparent, warm to the touch, stroking it felt like stroking a lover's skin, that comfortable feeling, immediately penetrated into every corner of the heart through every tiny blood vessel.

  People make all sorts of weapons, not for others to admire and praise, but for killing. Not just hunting wild beasts, but more often, it's for killing people. Yet, no matter who you are, it's hard to associate this crystal-carved gun head with the word "killing".

  "But I won't give up easily."

  He slightly exerted force to fill the gun with power, and his whole person also radiated unprecedented momentum, but he was too obsessed with winning or losing, which also triggered a hint of anger in his heart. With a low growl, he shook the gun: "Brother, come again! Let's see if the gun is faster or the knife is faster!"

  "Good, let's fight again!"

  Zhao Heng didn't waste any words, his knife flashed like a startled swan, swift as a running thunder, and quick as a flash of lightning.

  Zhao Heng's sword strikes one after another, each strike faster than the last. Seven consecutive slashes shoot out, every blade aiming straight for the silver spear in the distance. The sword light is cold and gloomy, the killing intent dark and ominous, sweeping across the land with unstoppable force. In this instant, Zhao Heng seems to have become the sole ruler between heaven and earth.

  Having the momentum and ability to dominate the fate of all people under heaven.

  Liu Zhao Yi burst out laughing and stimulated his last will to fight.

  "Dong Dong Dong!"

  The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, the gun's energy shattered the air, two white, ribbon-like glows swallowed and rolled out, entwining in this vast dining hall, continuously ringing out a series of crisp "ting-ting-dong-dong" sounds, with a quick and rapid rhythm, striking up an absolutely thrilling symphony that shocked the heart and moved the soul.

  A spear shoots out like lightning, thunder rumbles, and a fierce wind blows.

  "I must win!"

  This loud and clear voice had been echoing in his heart for seven times, each time it echoed, his will to fight would increase a little bit, his gun movements would become more vigorous, showcasing his overbearing and sharpness, but the gloominess on his face would also increase a little bit, being too obsessed made his mental pressure surge greatly.

  At the same time, his pupils also condensed into a line, closely following Zhao Heng's knife momentum as it moved rapidly.

  He hopes to find the same invincible sword light crack, and he firmly believes that his own nourishment will only withstand Zhao Heng's continuous attack, and there is a chance to make a decisive shot when Zhao Heng is exhausted. Zhang Kong does not believe at all that Zhao Heng's combat power is endless.

  As expected, the thirteenth knife exhausted Zhao Heng's momentum, revealing a tiny gap and weakness. At this moment, Chang Kong began his counterattack. His right hand turned, and the crystal spearhead flew out of the spear handle in a straight line, piercing through the gap in the knife's momentum and heading straight for the apathetic Zhao Heng.

  A faint smile appeared on Zhao Heng's face.

  He had already calculated the move and thought of a countermeasure, the gun head was about to pierce Zhao Heng's left shoulder when the knife light suddenly changed, becoming dense and impenetrable, and the connection point of the gun head was cut off in that instant.

  Liu Zhao's face was filled with an uncontrollable surge of murderous aura.

  Blinded by anger!

  He shook his gun body and pointed at the detached gun head.

  At this moment, the crystal gun head underwent an unexpected change: the crystal clear and delicate carved gun head suddenly "bang" burst open, the shattered crystal was attached to an extremely strong force, shooting towards Zhao Heng like raindrops, hitting his body would create countless holes or even take his life.

  Zhao Heng's eyes widened in surprise, he had thought of every possible move, but hadn't anticipated this one from Chang Kong.

  This was Liu Zhao's last trump card that he had never used before:

  Rather be shattered jade than remain intact tile!

  PS: The third update, seeking support from old and new brothers in Huahua!

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