Chapter 58

Chapter 59: The Divine Armored Soldier

"Brother, not bad skills."

The young man took a half-step back, assuming a defensive stance. His hands held no weapons, but a sharp tip protruded from his sleeves, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. A fierce look flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes, and a mocking smile curved his lips: "Qing Gang? Iron Arhat? I thought you were smart, but I didn't expect you to play with titanium spikes!"

Titanium spikes, seven inches long, were similar to triangular military spikes, both being lethal tools for bleeding and killing. However, they were much smaller than military spikes and were often hidden in sleeves, striking unexpectedly. The Chinese military had once equipped frontline scouts with them, who had drunk the blood of many enemy soldiers.

Zhao Heng didn't expect that the one coming to kill him tonight would be a titanium spike expert!

"You have some knowledge! You actually recognize titanium spikes!"

The man in fine clothing revealed a cold smile. The sharp tip slowly disappeared back into his sleeve, but Zhao Heng knew that when it emerged, it would be a thunderous strike. Then the young man spoke: "But you're wrong about one thing. I'm not Iron Arhat; he couldn't come due to an old injury."

"Qing Gang, Divine Armored, Zhou Qixuan!"

The man in fine clothing introduced himself calmly, his every move exuding a dangerous aura that made one's heart race. However, Zhao Heng showed no emotional fluctuation or fear. He flicked his machete and laughed: "Whoever comes, it's just a sacrifice for my blade. Enough talk, let's fight!"

The man in fine clothing's eyes narrowed, his fighting spirit rising again!

He waved his hand to signal his two injured subordinates to step back. Zhao Heng, holding his machete, took a step forward. Their eyes met, locked, and clashed. In that instant, they saw in each other's eyes a fearless courage, a coldness like the Arctic ice, and a bloodthirsty brutality formed by countless souls' cries.

Admiration and provocation flashed in their eyes!

Zhou Qixuan's right hand drew a circle. As the phosphorescence in Zhao Heng's eyes intensified, he let out a low roar and then charged at Zhao Heng. His running form was peculiar, his body clearly lowering, as if using all four limbs yet swift as the wind, like a giant wolf galloping in the wild.

The titanium spike, gleaming with a cold light, was his fierce fang.

Zhao Heng recognized this as a common assassination tactic used by the Chinese military. He couldn't help but recall the vicious wolf that had pounced on him in the deep forest, exuding a deathly aura. A trace of emotion crossed his mind, and then he swung his machete and charged at the opponent.

As the two approached, dust flew up from the ground. They were like two wild bulls charging at each other at high speed, acknowledging each other's strength but having absolute confidence in their own power. Thus, the two strong men fought in the most primitive, bloody, and brutal way.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang, Clang, Clang!"

Their fierce battle echoed through the alley. The two black-clad men watching seemed to have stopped breathing, their hearts as if squeezed by a hand. They stared intently at the scene, too tense and excited! It was even more thrilling than the movie "Killing Wolf." Their focus was so intense that they forgot their mission and the plan to stab Zhao Heng.

Their movements became faster and faster, so fast that their figures were indistinguishable.

It was unclear who was injured first, but blood began to spatter everywhere. Both men's faces twisted, looking fierce and savage. At this moment, Zhou Qixuan realized with a serious expression that he was gradually unable to keep up with Zhao Heng's machete speed. It wasn't because his reaction and strength were inferior to Zhao Heng's, but because Zhao Heng was completely tireless!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, their weapons collided fiercely. Zhao Heng retreated several steps, with four or five bleeding cuts on his body. Zhou Qixuan also tumbled back over ten steps, his chest feeling unbearably painful, his face flushed red: this guy's skills were truly terrifying.

"Again!"

Zhao Heng gripped his machete with both hands and charged at the opponent again!

"Bang!"

When Zhao Heng struck the titanium spike with eighty percent of his strength, Zhou Qixuan's body trembled, and his arm went limp. He no longer had the strength to resist Zhao Heng's second strike. The two black-clad men rushed forward in a desperate attempt but were still too slow. Zhou Qixuan's eyes were filled with pain and despair, waiting for the agony of being split in two by Zhao Heng.

Damn! This guy is a freak!

Zhou Qixuan shouted in his heart. No wonder this guy could severely injure Fei Hu and Duyan Biao, no wonder he could cut off the hands of a hundred brothers, no wonder the always steady Iron Arhat pretended to be sick and didn't fight. This guy was truly terrifying. Zhou Qixuan now deeply regretted underestimating him.

At the very least, he should have worn bulletproof armor.

At this moment, Zhao Heng's long blade had already cut a strand of Zhou Qixuan's hair, which flew up and danced wildly with the blade's momentum. Just as the machete was about to strike Zhou Qixuan's neck, Zhao Heng suddenly stopped all his movements. A thin line of blood slowly trickled down Zhou Qixuan's neck, but it wasn't a fatal wound.

"Seeing that you're a man, I won't kill you tonight."

Zhao Heng's entire arm felt numb from the electric shock, but his hand holding the long blade remained steady. Zhou Qixuan's face flickered in the oscillating blade light, and he looked at Zhao Heng in surprise, not understanding why the latter, who had the upper hand, would spare his life. What was this guy up to?

Zhou Qixuan was a martial artist who valued martial arts more than power, naturally having a deep respect for strong people. Therefore, he held Zhao Heng, who was fierce and invincible, in high regard. However, their positions destined them to clash. Thus, he was puzzled when Zhao Heng sheathed his blade. Where was the ruthlessness of the man who had cut off a hundred hands?

"Go back and tell Zhang Xiaolin."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "See you the day after tomorrow!"

Zhou Qixuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "You won't kill me?"

Zhao Heng turned his head to look at him, a smile on his face: "You can use titanium spikes so skillfully; you must have been in the military. With your skills, you must have drunk the blood of many enemy soldiers. A person who has contributed their youth and blood to China, why shouldn't I let you live?"

Zhou Qixuan's body trembled, a glint of emotion in his eyes. He wasn't happy because Zhao Heng spared him, but because Zhao Heng had touched a deep chord in his heart. His long-dormant passion suddenly boiled up. He raised his head and let out a long, passionate roar, his heart filled with intense emotion. Thirty years of glory turned to dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

The former border war hero, the former Divine Armored soldier, seemed to be awakened by Zhao Heng!

Zhou Qixuan looked at Zhao Heng, speechless. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Clang!"

In the stunned gaze of the two black-clad men, Zhao Heng threw the blood-stained machete to the ground, patted his body, and walked out of the alley. At that moment, the lights on both sides of the alley illuminated Zhao Heng's standing figure, making him look like a radiant god. Zhou Qixuan wiped the blood from his neck and coldly shouted at Zhao Heng:

"I will repay your kindness, and after that, I will still kill you."

Zhao Heng didn't turn his head, extending his right hand and slashing: "I'm waiting for you!"

Zhou Qixuan, seeing his bold gesture, trembled instantly.

He took a step forward, looking at Zhao Heng's back, muttering to himself:

This back... it's so much like his!

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