Chapter 94

Chapter 95: Zhao Heng Takes Action

In the blink of an eye, the masked woman felled four more people, her movements graceful and ethereal, without any brutality. // Fastest //

Zhao Heng's eyes showed approval, but he also noticed that the masked woman's movements were slow, clearly due to internal injuries from their earlier battle. Zhang Xiaolin also saw this and, ignoring the three fallen brothers, waved his hand and shouted, "This woman is done for, wear her down!"

The Qingbang disciples retreated two steps and adopted a guerrilla tactic to wear down the masked woman's strength. Indeed, Zhang Xiaolin's strategy was quite vicious. Although the woman, with her formidable cultivation, killed three more people, her breathing became rapid, and she might collapse from exhaustion in less than half an hour.

What was even more ruthless was that five or six Qingbang disciples took out lime and ropes. They seized any opportunity to attack the masked woman, but their techniques were not yet proficient, so several attacks missed her face. One bag of lime even flew back due to the wind, covering the Qingbang disciples in dust. For a moment, the air was filled with flying lime.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but take a few steps back, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. Zhao Heng was clear that after the major setback at the Huanghai bar, Zhang Xiaolin had learned his lesson and resorted to these despicable tactics. He wanted to mock the Qingbang, but in the end, he decided to maintain peace.

There was no need to confront the Qingbang again!

However, although the lime and ropes didn't bring down the masked woman, they did slow her down. A careless moment could result in lime in her eyes, making her vulnerable to attacks. As a result, the woman no longer had the prowess to take down the Du family's bodyguards and could only proceed cautiously.

Zhao Heng clearly saw a machete strike the woman's back in a sudden attack. Although the armor protected her from bleeding, her body still staggered. The Qingbang disciples took advantage of this to attack, and after the woman furiously split four long knives, she had two more wounds on her body.

"Kill her! Kill her!"

Zhang Xiaolin displayed his crudeness, adopting a cat-and-mouse stance.

"Are you three alright?"

Amidst the intense battle, Zhang Xiaolin walked over to Zhao Heng and the others with a smile. Uncle Lu and Du Ziyang were not on guard, as Zhang Xiaolin would never dare to harm the Du family, or else Boss Du would retaliate tenfold. However, Zhao Heng remained cautious.

"President Zhang, what a coincidence."

Zhao Heng casually threw out a sentence, his smile more like a flame: "I didn't expect you to be here. If I hadn't seen the Qingbang disciples relentlessly attacking, I would have thought you and the woman were putting on a show for us."

"Zhao Heng, don't be so hostile."

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at the calm Zhao Heng, a hint of approval in his large eyes. This guy was indeed not simple, using a few words to cunningly drag him into a conspiracy theory and indirectly reminding Uncle Lu and the others that it might be a double act. He was truly ruthless.

However, Zhang Xiaolin didn't get angry. He rubbed his bald head and pointed at the masked woman, chuckling, "The Qingbang is here to protect you. This morning, I heard someone attacked you in prison. I knew there was a black hand trying to frame the Qingbang. After all, if you died—"

"I, Zhang Xiaolin, would be the prime suspect."

He didn't hide his thoughts: "After all, we had some unpleasant history. Even though Boss Du arranged a peace banquet for us, many people still think I, Zhang Xiaolin, wouldn't let this go and would secretly sabotage you. The killer was likely sent by me!"

Zhao Heng looked at this cunning hero: "It seems President Zhang has some insights!"

Zhang Xiaolin laughed heartily, wanting to pat Zhao Heng but seeing his caution, he reluctantly let go of his enthusiasm: "To expose the black hand's plot, to show you my sincerity, and to bring the truth to light, I will lead my brothers to secretly protect you."

Uncle Lu listened quietly without saying a word.

Zhao Heng's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he didn't hesitate to provoke him: "Protect me? Zhao Heng is deeply grateful for President Zhang's kindness. To have President Zhang personally lead his disciples to rescue me is a blessing in my life. However, your appearance is a bit late, isn't it?"

"Damn, don't you trust me?"

Zhang Xiaolin laughed loudly, pointing at the masked woman: "Once we capture this woman and tear off her mask, the truth will be revealed. Damn! Want to play the blame game? You don't know who you're dealing with."

Zhao Heng's heart stirred: "President Zhang, do you know her?"

Hearing Zhao Heng's question, Zhang Xiaolin shrugged, his response full of meaning: "Never seen her, but once we capture her and let the brothers have their way, we can force her to reveal the black hand. The thought of exposing their despicable plot makes me very happy."

Looking at Zhang Xiaolin's smug and calculating face, Zhao Heng sensed a lingering conspiracy. Although it wasn't directed at him, he still felt a sense of danger from Zhang Xiaolin's words. He focused his gaze on the masked woman, a thought forming in his mind.

This thought was absurd, but Zhao Heng knew he had to act.

"President Zhang, your disciples are too weak!"

Zhao Heng clenched his fist and stepped forward, rushing towards the masked woman: "I'll kill her!"

Du Ziyang called out in a low voice: "Zhao Heng!"

She wanted to stop Zhao Heng from taking another risk, but he had already rushed out, picking up a machete and using a car door as a shield. He looked fierce and formidable, making the Qingbang disciples retreat. Zhang Xiaolin watched Zhao Heng's back, lost in thought.

Zhao Heng's toe flicked up, and a dagger whistled through the air, aiming at the masked woman, who deflected it with a backhand.

"Still not surrendering?"

Zhao Heng was instantly in front of the masked woman, who now had several more wounds, her strength waning from the blood loss. Seeing Zhao Heng attack, she roared and felled a Qingbang disciple who was sneaking up on her. Then she leaped high into the air, like an eagle, and attacked Zhao Heng.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Nine consecutive whistling sounds rang out in perfect order, fierce and powerful. In the mountain pass, even the cold night wind seemed to be sliced into countless fragments by the slender, sharp sword. The fragments of air flew around Zhao Heng like broken knives.

The masked woman was very satisfied with her nine consecutive strikes. Although she was tired from the prolonged battle, facing Zhao Heng, one of the most outstanding young men in the world, she finally unleashed all her potential, delivering nine dazzling strikes.

Like nine white lotuses!

But they bloomed and then faded, powerless. Zhao Heng deftly and powerfully deflected her attacks. A hint of sorrow and admiration appeared in the masked woman's eyes, along with a faint sense of relief. Dying at Zhao Heng's hands might not be a bad thing.

Being captured by Zhang Xiaolin would be worse than death.

"Fight!"

Zhao Heng roared and swung his machete at the woman's sword. Clang! The machete broke into two pieces without hesitation. Then Zhao Heng swept the car door with a fierce momentum. The woman, not daring to face his attack head-on, stepped onto the car door. Zhao Heng, enraged, shook the car door, trying to throw her off, but she used his force to leap out of the encirclement and onto a hill. Zhao Heng's machete flew towards her, its killing intent chilling.

"Whoosh!"

The masked woman extended her left hand and shot a sleeve arrow with a rope, embedding it into a tree and using it to leap again. She darted into the dense forest like a bird. Zhao Heng, furious, roared and threw the car door with great force, the air around it swirling.

The car door spun, creating a stunning impact!

Bang!

The car door struck the tree, sending leaves and branches flying. His powerful strike sent a shockwave through the rope, and a spray of blood appeared in the air. The masked woman was clearly seriously injured, her body swaying on the hill. She kicked several rocks to block the Qingbang disciples and then turned to run.

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