Chapter Ninety-Three: Ambush

  In recent years, although the Du family's days have not been peaceful, with some clashes with Qingbang and the First Building, no one has resorted to assassination. The four major families who have long coveted Huahai sent out killers to disrupt the situation, but after being warned by Dongfang Xiong, they did not dare to make a move.

  For nearly ten years, the Du family had not been attacked, and it was unexpected that someone would make an assassination attempt today. Although it is still unclear who the masked woman's target was, taking action against the Du family's convoy is a provocation to the Du family. Whoever it was must pay the price, even if it means the four major families will have to offer up heads to settle the matter.

  Lu Shu blocked Zhao Heng and Master behind him while sending out two distress messages at the same time.

  In the midst of shouting, the four people's footsteps became even faster and more powerful. Without warning, the masked woman suddenly raised her hand, and a sleeve arrow shot out from her hand, hitting the shoulder of the bodyguard who was attacking them. The force was so great that it almost shattered his shoulder, and the back of his clothes immediately splattered with fresh blood.

  "Ah!"

  Let out a loud cry and fell flying out.

  One of Du's bodyguards, a dagger flashed, had just streaked past like a shooting star, when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He was horrified to discover that his abdomen had been ripped open with a huge gash, and a stream of blood was pouring out uncontrollably, while the masked woman now held an extra sharp sword in her hand.

  The sword tip stained with blood reflects a cold light.

  The next second, the woman was like a leopard that had been lurking for a long time, jumping up, her expression ruthless, the sharp sword in her hand intersecting and repeating, and with one stroke, she stabbed down the Du family's bodyguard who was attacking from behind on the left. Then, with her left hand, she reached out and grabbed the last person's neck, and when he was dizzy, she kicked him out.

  Bang!

  When Lu Shu was protecting Zhao Heng and Du Ziyuan, six of the Du family's bodyguards had already been knocked to the ground by the woman. The last driver rushed up, the woman's hands crossed, the sharp sword in her hand shattered the opponent's dagger like a sesame flower, then one punch, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, hit his abdomen.

  Immediately followed by another elbow strike, the action was swift and continuous, with a beautiful feeling like flowing clouds and water. The Du family driver was like a straw that could not withstand the wind and rain, and with a painful groan, he fell to the ground like mud. In less than three minutes, six Du family bodyguards had fallen.

  This overbearing and domineering attitude caused a hint of surprise to flash across Lu Shu's face, and he couldn't help but think several thoughts in rapid succession: how did Hua Hai produce such an expert? The woman's exquisite skills were not inferior to Zhao Heng's. Lu Shu couldn't help but sigh inwardly: the rear waves of the Yangtze River push forward the front waves.

  Successive hits, the masked woman did not stop attacking, her foot stepped forward and rushed towards Du Ziyuan. At the same time, her left hand lifted up, whoosh! A sleeve arrow flew straight to Du Ziyuan's chest. Lu Shu's face changed slightly as he guarded his master, his body instantly blocking in front of him, and with one palm, he slapped the incoming sleeve arrow to the ground.

  He had just shot the flying sleeve arrow, and he knew he had been deceived. The opponent's target was not the young master, but Zhao Heng, who was abandoned by his own protected master. The masked woman's body turned in mid-air, shooting three sleeve arrows at Zhao Heng, one more ferocious than the other, while also wielding a short sword to charge up.

  "Dong Dong!"

  Zhao Heng didn't show the slightest sign of panic, and with his guard still up, he reached out to grab the first sleeve arrow. Immediately after, he flipped the arrowhead and made the two arrows behind it fall to the ground. In the next second, he reversed the direction of the sleeve arrow in his hand, sending it flying back with a fierce momentum, carrying an aura of death that instantly appeared before the masked woman's face.

  The masked woman's face changed, and with a swing of her sword, she swept away the sleeve arrow.

  At the same time, she took a step back and her fingers slightly loosened their grip.

  "I'm coming!"

  When Lu Shu was preparing for the next battle, Zhao Heng suddenly moved forward to face the woman. Having been in China for so long and having fought and killed so many times, he finally saw a first-rate master. Zhao Heng's interest in fighting increased several fold, but most importantly, he felt that this woman was someone he knew.

  There was no particular reason, it was just a hunch, so he wanted to meet her in person.

  Zhao Heng took a deep breath and looked at the masked woman, saying: "She's after me!"

  Lu Shu thought for a moment, nodded and gave way. His responsibility was to protect the young lady from harm, and Zhao Heng's life or death was secondary. So when he saw him wanting to rush into battle, he let him go, which could minimize the risk of danger to the young lady as much as possible, because the more time they dragged on, the safer it would be.

  The rivers and lakes are cruel, if you don't die for your friends, you will die yourself is a truth.

  Du Ziyuan couldn't help but worry, his voice urgently calling out: "Zhao Heng, don't go, okay?!" After all, the masked woman's overbearing manner was clear to see, and in just three minutes she had knocked down seven members of the Du family. Zhao Heng still had injuries on his body, and fighting her head-on would be difficult: "Zhao Heng..."

  "Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

  Zhao Heng's fist shook, revealing a fierce aura. A gust of cold wind swept by, and several fallen leaves swirled in the air before brushing past Zhao Heng's ear. He stood there like a statue, seemingly impervious to the surroundings. The cold-bloodedness and bloodlust emanating from his mouth left everyone present with a chill running down their spines.

  The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the bodyguards who had fallen to the ground also stopped wailing.

  Lu Shu's mouth twitched: This kid has a really strong aura!

  "Are you coming at me?"

  Zhao Heng gazed calmly at the masked woman, his fists already charged with boundless power. The sky had darkened, but Zhao Heng seemed to have gathered all the light onto himself. With each step, his straight-as-a-spear body seemed to embody a thousand atmospheres: "Give you a chance to kill me!"

  The masked woman's slow footsteps came to a halt, as if she too felt the power emanating from Zhao Heng. Looking at Zhao Heng's confident face, her eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity, but she quickly moved again, her entire body shooting towards Zhao Heng like an arrow, and the sharp sword in her hand drew an arc.

  The momentum is astonishing, and the masked woman assumes a thunderous striking posture.

  Zhao Heng let out a low growl, and as he kicked up a dagger, the tremble in his body transferred to his right hand. He took a step back and counterattacked, the dagger and sword colliding with a loud clang! The sound was enormous, and Zhao Heng's dagger snapped into two pieces, the tip falling to the ground.

  Awesome!

  Cutting through iron like mud!

  Zhao Heng's heart skipped a beat in surprise, never expecting the other party to have such a precious artifact. No wonder they dared to clash with him head-on. He quickly retreated, creating a distance of four or five meters between them. Just as he was about to leave, a button was sliced off by the sword tip, revealing Zhao Heng's chest.

  "What a treasure sword!"

  Zhao Heng rubbed his chest with one hand, wiping away a scratch that didn't break the skin. He then waved at Du Ziyuan, indicating she didn't need to worry about him. Next, he kicked up a dagger and swung it in the air twice before sneering at the charging masked woman: "Come on!"

  The next second, he bounced back up!

  Right!

  The sword and saber rang out again, Zhao Heng still cut off the man's retreat, but this time the masked woman was also blown away by his later-arriving power, flipping out three consecutive somersaults in mid-air before stopping on the ground. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, seemingly hard to believe Zhao Heng's strength.

  It's hard to believe that Zhao Heng was in a fierce battle today and was even sent to the little black house for detention, how could his fighting strength be so strong? In fact, Zhao Heng had exhausted a lot of energy during the Battle of Changkong, but after resting in the little black house for seven or eight hours, his physical condition recovered a lot, enough to withstand the opponent.

  With a mighty blow, she failed to kill Zhao Heng. A hint of solemnity flashed in the masked woman's eyes, and then her left leg swept across, making her body soft. Zhao Heng threw away the broken dagger and kicked up two sharp blades in his hands again. He had already realized that the opponent was holding an invincible treasure sword.

  One must prepare a backup plan, lest it's another embarrassing retreat after being cut off. Meanwhile, he made up his mind that in the future, when there's an opportunity, he must find a world-class sword; otherwise, encountering women like the masked lady with such skills and sharp swords, he estimates he'll only be able to flee for his life.

  "Come again!"

  Zhao Heng swung his twin blades and gazed at his opponent with undiminished fighting spirit.

  A masked woman's left foot steps forward, her sharp sword slightly lowered.

  Killing intent cold and icy!

  Sword energy is sharp as snow!

  Zhao Heng gazed at the masked woman standing with a sword, his expression flashing with a hint of confusion. Despite the fact that the woman's face was covered with a mask, and she had bound her body to change its shape, and even the fragrance on her body was a mixture of many kinds, Zhao Heng still firmly believed he had seen the woman before: "I think I've seen you."

  The masked woman's face turned cold, and she suddenly rushed over.

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