Chapter 93

Chapter 94: A Familiar Feeling

Chapter 94: A Familiar Feeling

"Clang!"

A thread of sword light emitted a sharp whistle, like a raging torrent, and the blade light in Zhao Heng's hand was shattered and torn apart. Although the dagger in Zhao Heng's hand was broken, the strength in his hand was extraordinary, causing the masked woman's sword technique to hesitate and tilt.

Then a streak of blood appeared on Zhao Heng's shoulder.

Du Ziyang screamed in surprise: "Zhao Heng—"

A flash of surprise crossed the masked woman's eyes. She never expected this attack to be so easy. Looking at Zhao Heng's still cold and sharp eyes, the masked woman suddenly realized that her sword technique had aged, and the remaining force on her sword was gone. Zhao Heng took advantage of this moment to launch a counterattack.

The killing intent was intense!

Zhao Heng's body moved like a fish, slipping through the narrow gap, and then he punched out. The masked woman couldn't withdraw her sword in time and could only extend her left hand to grip Zhao Heng's fist, trying to use her palm to absorb the impact.

Bang!

The palms met, and a powerful collision produced a dull sound.

Both bodies trembled, and then they were forced to retreat several meters. Zhao Heng's blood surged, almost making him vomit, but he managed to control it by clenching his teeth. A hint of surprise crossed his face; the masked woman's strength was truly overwhelming, at least sixty percent of Uncle Feng's power.

He also felt all his old wounds tearing open.

The masked woman, on the other hand, had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and her chest rose and fell uncontrollably. She shook her hand to disperse the remaining force and looked at Zhao Heng, who was still standing, in shock. Zhao Heng's strength far exceeded her expectations. In Huanghai, the number of people who could face her attack so calmly was few.

She couldn't believe how composed Zhao Heng was.

She couldn't help but cough, placing her left hand on her chest. Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed; he was increasingly certain he had seen this woman before, and he had seen this delicate gesture. Several women from his life flashed through his mind, and his body suddenly trembled. He had a shadow of her in his heart!

But his brows furrowed slightly: Why did she want to kill him?

"Who are you?"

Zhao Heng took a deep breath: "I think I should know you!"

"Hmph!"

The masked woman snorted coldly but didn't answer. She already knew she couldn't kill Zhao Heng and might even be killed by him. After all, Uncle Lu, who was unfathomable, hadn't moved. So she took two deep breaths, moved her feet backward, and quickly retreated several meters.

Before Zhao Heng could pursue, three minivans suddenly drove out from the direction they came.

The cars blocked the masked woman's retreat, and the next second, the doors opened, and dozens of black-clad men with murderous intent poured out. Without waiting for orders, they surrounded the masked woman, forming three layers of encirclement, making it extremely difficult for her to break through.

"Clang!"

The machetes were drawn almost simultaneously, the gleaming blades outshining the streetlights. The front row of black-clad men stepped forward, forming a semicircle, further surrounding the masked woman, who looked serious, and their sharp eyes watched her every move.

The movements were simple but orderly, immediately displaying a powerful momentum.

The masked woman didn't stop; she directly charged at the encirclement, her sword like a cascade of moonlight.

Due to the suddenness, several black-clad men were immediately severely injured, and the air was filled with a thick, indelible bloody smell. Panicked shouts, the clash of weapons, the sound of explosive collisions, and the thud of bodies falling made everything chaotic.

However, these black-clad men were not a disorganized mob. After the initial panic and fighting, they stabilized and counterattacked. Their long knives flew like snowflakes, forcing the masked woman back. They moved like ghosts, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

The masked woman's charge failed, and she had to retreat to recover her strength.

"Damn it!"

A man walked up from behind, rubbing his large head and laughing: "Sure enough, someone is trying to frame the Qing Gang and stab me, Zhang Xiaolin. I didn't believe it at first, but now it's clear!" Then he pointed at the masked woman and shouted: "What the hell are you?"

"Why did you attack the Du family convoy? Why did you try to kill Zhao Heng?"

Zhao Heng's gaze instantly focused: "Zhang Xiaolin?"

That's right, the one who arrived was Zhang Xiaolin and dozens of Qing Gang members. Not only was Zhao Heng surprised, but Uncle Lu and the others were also stunned. They had thought the masked woman was likely sent by the Qing Gang, as the morning's assassins were also related to the Qing Gang, though there was no evidence.

But Zhang Xiaolin now overturned everyone's assumptions. Uncle Lu scanned the smiling Zhang Xiaolin and then glanced at the surrounded masked woman, his face showing a deep, unreadable expression. Du Ziyang took two steps back; she wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't want to be taken hostage.

She couldn't let herself be used as a bargaining chip.

It was a trap!

The masked woman's face was serious, and a hint of sorrow flashed in her eyes, making Zhao Heng's heart tremble. He had seen this desolate look before and could now confirm her identity. But he didn't understand why she wanted to kill him. Zhao Heng's heart was more conflicted than ever. Why did she want to kill him?

The world of the underworld was truly dangerous.

Zhang Xiaolin's words received no response, but he didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he smiled sinisterly: "Damn! You dare to frame the Qing Gang but don't dare to show your true face. You're really a bitch. Tonight, I'll strip you and see who you are."

He waved his hand: "Men, capture this assassin."

Dozens of Qing Gang members raised their knives and responded in unison: "Yes!"

At this moment, the masked woman charged back at the Qing Gang members like an arrow. As she split an opponent's machete with her sword, she casually swung her arm and punched the bright blade coming from the side. The hard machete bent and twisted into an unimaginable shape.

Then it rebounded faster, striking the attacker.

The poor guy fell to the ground, bloodied and groaning. Almost simultaneously, another machete stabbed at the masked woman's side. She didn't dodge; her left hand, which was in the air, reached out and grabbed the machete just as it approached. Without much effort, she pulled it lightly.

The Qing Gang member holding the machete felt a searing pain in his palm, and the machete, covered in flesh and blood, was in the masked woman's hand. She then thrust it forward, and it pierced the shoulder blade of the stunned opponent, who was looking at his bloody hand. Blood spurted from the front and back of his chest, splattering his companions.

At the same time, the masked woman's sword swung, drawing sharp arcs, and two people fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Blood stained their clothes, a shocking sight.

In just a few seconds, the masked woman disabled three people, her movements swift and decisive.

She didn't stop; her body moved into the Qing Gang members, and her hands moved like lightning. One man saw her charging and raised his knife to intercept her. The masked woman simply extended her left hand, gracefully bypassing his long knife, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it. The man's arm flew into the air.

The masked woman's skill in disarming opponents was steady, accurate, and fast. She then threw the sharp machete, and an enemy trying to ambush her screamed and fell, pinned to the ground. When the enemy was no longer a threat, the masked woman charged toward the weakest point of the Qing Gang.

Two Qing Gang members leaped to block her, their knives as white as snow. The masked woman shouted and charged forward, her delicate body leaving a faint white trail. The Qing Gang members rushed at her, their knives crossing to cut her in half.

The masked woman pointed her sword downward, and a killing intent burst forth. As they crossed paths, she suddenly struck, and the cold light flashed twice. In the next moment, the two interceptors fell to the ground, their abdomens sliced open, while their knives didn't even touch her.

Several skilled Qing Gang members, rushing to encircle her, watched in shock. Who was this woman? Her sword technique was so lethal, and they couldn't even see her movements. They were far behind her!

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes widened, then he grinned: "Impressive! I like it!"