Chapter 80

Chapter 81: Bold Move

Bold!

Not only did the bodies of the more than ten assassins tremble, but even Changkong, who was drinking porridge, twitched at the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the spoon trembled. Zhao Heng's strength was far beyond his imagination. For the first time, he felt regret about the bet he had made with Zhao Heng. Perhaps, this guy was truly an unparalleled warrior. // Free e-books download //

Amidst the roars, Zhao Heng, holding the blood-soaked iron bar, charged at the leader of the assassins ten steps away with a fierce determination that flowed through his veins. Although there were still more than ten assassins, Zhao Heng was completely unafraid. The surge of energy from his body made him brim with fighting spirit.

The sky darkened.

This was a solo charge, but the domineering and fearless momentum made it feel like a lion or a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep. Several assassins who tried to block his path were still hesitating when they found themselves flying through the air, followed by the sound of bones breaking and intense pain.

Crashing to the ground!

Zhao Heng moved as fast as a cheetah, covering the ten-step distance in an instant. The iron bar in his hand whistled through the air, and several assassins who tried to attack were all knocked down without hesitation. Changkong noticed that Zhao Heng now looked cold and ferocious.

"Insane! But I like it!"

He had already attached the crystal gun head and felt the weight of the short gun in his hand. Watching Zhao Heng, who was invincible and full of killing intent, he had to admit that if he had fought Zhao Heng before the battle, Changkong would have been certain that he had less than a 40% chance of winning.

Even now, Liu Zhaoyi only had a 70% chance.

He sighed, "This guy is indeed not simple."

At this moment, Zhao Heng had already knocked two assassins to the ground, their mouths split open and bleeding profusely, a shocking sight. The encirclement formed by the assassins crumbled under Zhao Heng's assault. It was a myth that they could even defend themselves, let alone kill him.

He quickly reached the leader of the assassins, who instinctively retreated as his face changed. Zhao Heng lunged forward, thrusting the blood-soaked iron bar at the leader. The iron bar, like an arrow, whistled sharply, and the wind blew Zhao Heng's clothes like wild grass.

As an excellent assassin, the leader had his strengths. Facing the unstoppable and blood-soaked Zhao Heng, he was solemn but chose to fight without dodging. A thin knife flashed in his hand, and he slashed out, enveloped in boundless killing intent and anger.

"Clang!"

The thin knife struck the iron bar, producing a clear sound.

The iron bar, which could cut through metal like butter, was severed.

Zhao Heng's body shrank, allowing the sharp tip of the knife to graze his chest, splattering a trail of blood. The half of the iron bar in his hand continued its momentum and pierced the leader's shoulder. The force of the impact brought their faces almost together, their eyes wide and staring at each other.

The leader's frog-like eyes bulged as if they would pop out of their sockets.

"Want to kill me? Don't even think about it."

As the pain drained his strength, Zhao Heng said, word by word, "You're courting death!"

Zhao Heng viciously twisted the iron bar, and the leader's eyes almost burst with shock, fear, and disbelief. He saw his own blood gushing out like a spring, flowing down the iron bar, and his strength was ebbing away.

The leader, as he fell, could not understand:

How could the young Zhao Heng be as terrifying as a prehistoric beast?

The other assassins, seeing this, all froze. They wanted to drop their weapons and surrender but dared not take the risk. Who could guarantee that Zhao Heng wouldn't harm them if they surrendered? After several exchanges of glances and thoughts, they ultimately charged at Zhao Heng, but they were quickly cut down by the thin knife Zhao Heng had taken.

Zhao Heng did not kill them; he coldly severed their tendons. In other places, he would have killed them without hesitation to avoid leaving any loose ends. But this was a prison. If he killed them in public, even Ye Shishi, with all her power, would find it difficult to save him.

Although the laws of Huaguo had loopholes and corruption, those were only for the privileged. Someone like him, with no power or influence, would be sacrificed to the sacred laws of Huaguo. So Zhao Heng would not be foolish enough to kill in prison. Severing their tendons would reduce the danger.

"Ah!"

A kick sent a killer's fingers breaking as he tried to pick up a knife, and then Zhao Heng kicked him away. At this point, there were no standing assassins left in the prison cafeteria. Even the scar-faced man and the others pretended to be dead. Zhao Heng flicked the thin knife, and blood sprayed out like rain.

Standing tall, Zhao Heng looked like a demon.

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

When Changkong saw that all the assassins were on the ground and no longer a threat, he slammed the table and stood up. Although attacking Zhao Heng at this moment was somewhat dishonorable, Zhao Heng's prowess made him even more appreciative. So Changkong was determined to defeat Zhao Heng and bring him under his command to help him conquer the world.

With Zhao Heng, who could match him?

Liu Zhaoyi kicked aside some objects, shattering bowls and plates. A heavy table, weighing dozens of kilograms, flew up and blocked the door, preventing the guards from rushing in. The scar-faced man and the others had already fainted, so the large cafeteria was left with only Changkong and Zhao Heng facing each other.

"Come on!"

Zhao Heng stood with the thin knife: "But if you lose, don't go back on your word."

Zhao Heng's face flickered in the light, and Changkong suddenly felt a pressure, a chilling pressure like facing a tiger about to pounce. His hair stood on end, and he subconsciously gripped the short gun, his eyes fixed on Zhao Heng.

At that moment, Zhao Heng lifted his head and smiled, "You'll be my good brother."

The无形 pressure vanished, like a fierce beast roaring in frustration and then retreating. Zhao Heng's eyes, deep and dark like wells, seemed to have an unknown flame burning within, but his smile was like a gentle breeze. He twisted his neck, "Changkong, come on!"

Somewhere, a skylight had been opened, and a breeze blew in, causing their clothes to flutter. The blood gradually spread, and Changkong realized that he was drenched in sweat. He shivered involuntarily.

Why? Why did he have such a feeling just now?

He suddenly felt that Zhao Heng was special, exuding a natural and intimidating aura. But too many thoughts were meaningless now. The bet could not be broken, so Changkong took a deep breath, raised his silver gun, and assumed an attack stance. This battle was about their futures.

Either he would subdue Zhao Heng, or Zhao Heng would take him down.

"Fight!"

Changkong slowly raised his silver gun. The moment his pale fingers gripped the cold gun, his ordinary prison uniform trembled slightly, and the cold morning breeze from outside was shattered into fine air currents, like a mist or steam.

Zhao Heng's body couldn't help but tremble: What a domineering aura.

When Liu Zhaoyi raised the sharp, three-foot silver gun, he, who seemed weak, suddenly became filled with killing intent, as if he had transformed into another person. The cold morning breeze at the door seemed to sense something, swaying and tilting to avoid him, not a single gust reaching him.

Changkong stood like a war god, gun in hand.

Zhao Heng laughed lightly and charged forward. When he was three meters away, his pupils suddenly contracted:

A clear thin knife, with a sharp blade, aimed directly at Changkong's body. Zhao Heng suddenly drew his knife, his momentum overwhelming, darkening the world. He thought a single strike would force Changkong and his gun back, but just as the world darkened, it suddenly brightened. A dazzling light cut through the darkness, piercing from the air.

Changkong had moved!

The gun whistled through the air!

The three-foot silver gun, striking last, aimed directly at Zhao Heng!

The light was blinding, like a lightning bolt cutting through the darkness, striking the sky.

The air stagnated! The gun tip pierced through the blade's glow, aiming for the shoulder!

Zhao Heng roared, exerting force with his feet. In mid-air, he withdrew the thin knife horizontally, blocking the light! A loud clang echoed, and sparks flew in the air. Changkong retreated, his face pale, but his movements were graceful and elegant.

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