Chapter 92

Chapter 93: The Attack

Over the years, although the Du family's days were not peaceful, and there were some conflicts with the Qing Gang and the First Floor, no one resorted to assassination, a cruel method. The four major families, who had long coveted Huahai, had sent assassins to disrupt the situation, but after being warned by Dongfang Xiong, they did not dare to act again.

For nearly a decade, the Du family had not been attacked. It was unimaginable that someone would attempt an assassination today. Although it was unclear who the masked woman's target was, attacking the Du family convoy was a provocation. Whoever it was, they would have to pay a price, even if it meant taking a life from the four major families.

Uncle Lu blocked Zhao Heng and the master behind him, sending two distress messages at the same time.

Amidst the shouts, the four men moved more swiftly and fiercely. Without warning, the masked woman suddenly raised her hand, and a sleeve arrow shot out, striking the shoulder of the bodyguard who was attacking from the front. The force was so great that it almost shattered his shoulder, and blood immediately splattered onto his back.

"Ah!"

He screamed and fell backward.

A Du family bodyguard on the side, wielding a dagger, lunged forward like a meteor. Suddenly, he felt a chill and realized in horror that a large gash had appeared in his abdomen, blood gushing out uncontrollably. The masked woman now held a sharp sword in her hand.

The bloodstained sword tip glinted coldly.

In the next second, the woman, like a lurking leopard, leaped up, her expression fierce. Her sharp sword moved back and forth, quickly felling the Du family bodyguard attacking from the left. Then, with her left hand, she grabbed the neck of the last person, and as he became dizzy, she kicked him away.

Bang!

While Uncle Lu was protecting Zhao Heng and Du Ziyang, six Du family bodyguards had already been felled by the woman. The last driver rushed forward, and the woman's hands moved like a braid, shattering his dagger. Then, with a punch, she struck his stomach with the force of a storm.

Immediately followed by an elbow strike, her movements were swift and continuous, fluid and graceful. The Du family driver, like a straw unable to withstand the storm, collapsed with a painful groan. In less than three minutes, six Du family bodyguards had fallen.

This display of strength and dominance left a trace of surprise on Uncle Lu's face. He couldn't help but think, "How did such a skilled expert emerge in Huahai?" The woman's prowess was on par with Zhao Heng's, and Uncle Lu couldn't help but sigh, "The younger generation surpasses the older."

After her successful strikes, the masked woman did not stop. She moved toward Du Ziyang, raising her left hand. Whoosh! A sleeve arrow shot straight at Du Ziyang's chest. Uncle Lu's face changed slightly, and he instantly stepped in front of the master, slapping the arrow away.

Just as he slapped the arrow away, he realized he had been tricked. The target was not the master but Zhao Heng, who had been left behind to protect the master. The masked woman's body turned in mid-air, and she shot three sleeve arrows at Zhao Heng, each more fierce than the last, while also charging with her short sword.

"Clang! Clang!"

Zhao Heng showed no panic. Always on guard, he caught the first sleeve arrow and deflected the other two to the ground. In the next second, he reflected the arrow back, its momentum fierce, and it appeared before the masked woman with a deathly aura.

The masked woman's face changed, and she swung her sword, deflecting the arrow away.

At the same time, she took a step back, her fingers slightly spreading to absorb the force.

"I'll handle it!"

Before Uncle Lu could step forward, Zhao Heng moved to face the woman. After so long in Huahai, having been through countless battles, he finally encountered a first-class expert. His interest in combat grew, and most importantly, he felt this woman was someone he knew.

There was no reason, just a gut feeling, so he wanted to face her personally.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath and said to the masked woman, "She's after me!"

Uncle Lu thought for a moment, nodded, and stepped aside. His duty was to protect the master, and Zhao Heng's life was secondary. So, he let Zhao Heng take the fight, which would minimize the danger to the master. The longer the fight lasted, the safer the master would be.

The world of the underworld was cruel, and the principle was to sacrifice others to save oneself.

Du Ziyang couldn't help but worry and called out, "Zhao Heng, please, don't go!" The masked woman's dominance was clear; she had felled seven Du family members in three minutes, and Zhao Heng was still injured. Fighting her would be difficult: "Zhao Heng..."

"Ziyang, don't worry, I'll be fine!"

Zhao Heng clenched his fist, exuding a fierce aura. A cold wind blew, and a few leaves swirled in the air, then passed by Zhao Heng's ear. He stood there like a statue, his cold and bloodthirsty expression making everyone shudder.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the fallen bodyguards stopped moaning.

Uncle Lu's lips twitched: "What a strong aura!"

"Are you after me?"

Zhao Heng looked at the masked woman calmly, his fist full of boundless power. The sky was already dark, but Zhao Heng seemed to gather all the light onto himself. He walked forward, his body straight as a spear, exuding a powerful presence: "I'll give you a chance to kill me!"

The masked woman's steps paused, seemingly sensing Zhao Heng's power. Looking at Zhao Heng's confident face, a hint of seriousness crossed her eyes. But she quickly moved forward, charging at Zhao Heng like an arrow, her sword drawing an arc.

The momentum was astonishing, and the masked woman prepared for a decisive strike.

Zhao Heng growled, kicking up a dagger. The force of the kick transferred to his right hand, and he charged forward. The dagger and the sword clashed without hesitation. With a loud "Clang!" Zhao Heng's dagger broke into two pieces, the front end falling to the ground.

Damn!

It cuts through metal like butter!

A trace of surprise crossed Zhao Heng's mind. He didn't expect the woman to have such a powerful weapon, which explained why she dared to face him directly. He immediately retreated, creating a gap of four to five meters. As he moved, a button was cut off by the sword, revealing Zhao Heng's chest.

"Truly a fine sword!"

Zhao Heng rubbed his chest, wiping away a superficial wound, then waved to Du Ziyang, signaling her not to worry. He kicked up another dagger, waved it in the air, and sneered at the charging masked woman: "Again!"

In the next second, he charged forward!

Clang!

The dagger and sword clashed again, and Zhao Heng's dagger broke, forcing him to retreat. However, this time, the masked woman was also thrown back by his counterattack, flipping three times in the air before landing. Her beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise, finding it hard to believe Zhao Heng's strength.

After all, Zhao Heng had been in continuous battles today and had been confined in a black room. How could his fighting power be so strong? In fact, Zhao Heng had expended a lot of energy in the battle with Changkong, but after resting for seven to eight hours in the black room, his body had recovered significantly, enough to withstand the attack.

Her full-force attack failed to kill Zhao Heng, and a hint of seriousness appeared in the masked woman's eyes. She then swept her left leg, making her body more flexible. Zhao Heng threw away the broken dagger and kicked up two new weapons, holding them in his hands. He realized that the woman's sword was indestructible.

He needed to prepare a backup plan to avoid the awkward situation of his weapon breaking again. He decided that if he had the chance, he would find a world-class sword. Otherwise, facing someone with her skills and a powerful sword, he would likely end up running for his life.

"Again!"

Zhao Heng waved his dual daggers, his fighting spirit undiminished.

The masked woman stepped forward with her left foot, her sword slightly lowered.

Her killing intent was as cold as ice!

Her sword aura was as sharp as snow!

Zhao Heng looked at the masked woman, holding her sword, and a trace of confusion crossed his face. Despite the mask on her face and the bindings that altered her shape, even the mixed scents, Zhao Heng was certain he had seen this woman before: "I think I've seen you."

The masked woman's face turned cold, and she charged forward.

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