"I want to see if Hong Jiuling truly has any ulterior motives!" At that mont, Feng Zhiyong's voice was like a muffled thunder, striking directly at Weng Ziqiang's heart.
Feng Zhiyong stood in place, originally just an ordinary man, yet as if he suddenly grew several ters tall, looking down with a condescending stance, causing Weng Ziqiang to halt in his tracks.
Leveraging montum!
Feng Zhiyong was just an ordinary person, whose individual strength was negligible, but at this mont, supported by half of Bridge East, he exuded an extraordinarily powerful aura, intimidating Weng Ziqiang and making him dare not seek an explanation from Xu Hongzhuang.
"What do you an? Feng Zhiyong, you fra the loyal and even ordered soone to kill Li Chuan. Aren't you afraid of tearing the face and plunging the entire Bridge East into chaos?"
Weng Ziqiang, though reckless, was not stupid. At this mont, he widened his eyes, looking as if demanding an answer.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body hair began to grow wildly, and in almost the blink of an eye, he beca a black-haired ape-man, his muscles comparable to bluestone, his teeth turning into fangs, as if one bite could snap steel in half.
"Hong Jiuling colluded with the Devil, and you people are abetting the wicked. Li Chuan was obstinate, and I've already killed him. Do you still want to resist? As long as you surrender obediently, I can plead for you and give you a chance to atone for your cris!"
Xu Hongzhuang suddenly sneered coldly.
"Indeed!" Chen Feng nodded, joining in, "Originally, I had no grudge with you conservatives, but now it's different. In the face of disaster, all humans should unite, yet you collude with beings from other Dinsions. This is an irreconcilable enmity. Major Xu asked you a question, why don't you answer? Going your way alone, you're simply a cancer among humans. Why keep soone like you around?"
This was Chen Feng's usual trick.
The first few sentences made it seem like Chen Feng was persuading the other side to forsake the dark for the light, but in an instant, his tone changed, like a cold wind blowing from the horizon, turning the surroundings icy.
The killing intent suddenly erged.
Weng Ziqiang stood aside, knowing he had fallen into Feng Zhiyong's trap. He originally wanted to entangle the other party for a while, allowing Hong Jiuling ti to prepare, but who could have imagined Chen Feng, the outsider, seed to have seen through his plan, standing relentlessly on the side of righteousness, without giving him any chance to refute, directly reproaching him.
The Dark Elf was in sync with Chen Feng, well-versed in her master's thods.
At this point, she held a longbow, a great chill burst forth, seemingly locking onto Weng Ziqiang's body, rendering him unable to move at all.
At the mont the arrow was loosed, her lips parted slightly, her throat rolling, and a strange sound erged from her mouth.
A sharp long howl escaped from the Dark Elf's lips, seemingly imbued with so power, granting the arrow above it, rushing at Weng Ziqiang's chest like a sonic wave.
"Crack!"
The very air seed to be torn apart by this arrow, the surroundings instantly becoming viscous, as it stabbed fiercely into Weng Ziqiang's chest, a spurt of blood imdiately splattering on the ground.
Seeing this situation, Weng Zhiqiang also made a defensive move. Although he couldn't move, he could use his strength. At the mont the Dark Elf shot the arrow, he furrowed his brows, and the muscles around his body started writhing like worms, then all gathered at his chest.
Though the arrow pierced into his skin, it was rely a superficial wound. For a master of his level, the wound would heal within seconds, causing no real harm.
"Drip..."
"Drip..."
However, reality harshly slapped Weng Zhiqiang. He clearly used muscle to defend against the deadly blow, the wound only the size of an arrow tip, yet this small wound was like a stream, bleeding outward continuously, showing no signs of healing.
[Favor of Misfortune]
The Dark Elf, as a priestess of Rosse, wielded not only the power to summon the Wax lting Demon. She had also learned so Magic enhancents, having set so Misfortune Skills on the arrow just now, causing continuous damage and unhealable wounds.
"You, an outsider, dare to ddle in our Bridge East's family affairs?" Weng Ziqiang, after taking the Dark Elf's blow, was like his inherently violent temperant was ignited like flas, his voice growing colder, "Even if I die, I want to take soone down with . Since you're so righteous, then you die with !"
As he spoke, Weng Zhiqiang glared angrily, stepping forward like stone pillars striking the ground, producing a rumbling sound.
Simply a marauder.
Knowing he was trapped and unable to escape, Weng Zhiqiang went completely berserk, yet his target was not another but Chen Feng standing not far away.
However, although Weng Zhiqiang seed intent on berserk, he actually already had a plan in mind. He knew Chen Feng's identity, now appearing here, surely ford an alliance with Feng Zhiyong. As long as he captured him, the main battle faction might hesitate, and by that ti, if he could hold until reinforcents arrived, he might have a chance to survive.
Of course, besides this reason, there was also the fact that many experts surrounded Feng Zhiyong, making it hard to approach, but Chen Feng was different, although there was an archer beside him, it was unlikely to threaten his life in a short ti.
Picking the soft target, of course, is the way to go.
Boom!
Weng Zhiqiang punched out!
Although the two were only a few dozen ters apart, Weng Zhiqiang's punch seed like a swinging iron hamr. With inertia, he closed the gap in the blink of an eye, directly targeting Chen Feng's chest.
Weng Zhiqiang was now burnt his bridges, gathering all his strength into this punch. His body hair grew again, completely transforming into an ape. Muscles bulged, skin darkened, each strand of black hair like iron spikes, ordinary people touching it would bleed, their skin instantly pierced.
The massive fist seed to overshadow Chen Feng's head, the surroundings transforming into a vacuum. This punch simulated such intimidation that Chen Feng, the target, felt a sensation as if his skin was tearing.
"Am I being underestimated?"
However, Chen Feng didn't care, completely disregarding the opponent's threat, his breathing even and calm, not the slightest panic because of the opponent's rampage.
A petite figure stood in front of Chen Feng.
No one saw when she appeared, just a fleeting shadow blocking Chen Feng. She had a beautiful face, most strikingly featuring non-human characteristics - cat ears and a cat tail.
Ape and maiden.
This sight seed like a frenzied rhino on the grassland encountering a weak little white rabbit, giving a sense of futility of resistance.
So people even closed their eyes, unable to accept such a beauty being killed with one punch. But just when no one believed it, the maiden slightly inhaled, raised her arm, and charged towards Weng Zhiqiang!
The two fists collided, and Weng Zhiqiang's furious stance began to wilt, as if blocked by a mountain instead of a delicate cute maiden.
——Vigor
A shocking scene appeared, Weng Zhiqiang's body crackled like a broken machine, ready to fall apart at any mont.
Flora fought using vigor, overcoming hardness with softness, internally breaking down Weng Zhiqiang's power. However, even though this punch gained the upper hand, Flora's vigilance only increased.
Clearly, Weng Zhiqiang followed an overtly aggressive path, with no so-called moves, completely relying on his strength.
"If my punch hits the enemy, even an evolved zombie would be blasted into a blood mist. How did this maiden withstand my attack, where on earth did Chen Feng find these monsters?" Weng Zhiqiang was bewildered, never imagining being repelled by a woman.
"Great power succumbs to even greater power."
Flora hung her head, uttering a battle prayer. As a Master of Fist, after reaching the pinnacle, her fist skill, techniques, and mastery of power had advanced astonishingly. At this mont, she was completely imrsed, unlike Weng Zhiqiang's suspicion, she was wholeheartedly engaged in battle.
"I am unwilling!"
Weng Zhiqiang crouched, bracing his recoiling body. After a brief surprise, he was replaced by anger, being repelled by a woman, apparently not much older than a girl, how could this be? For Weng Zhiqiang, it was a sheer humiliation!
In the apocalypse.
Weng Zhiqiang saw won as tools for venting, in his eyes, won apart from bringing him joy, were utterly useless. But reality dealt him a harsh blow. His confident fist was defeated by a woman, deep frustration followed by the fla of jealous rage.
He could not accept being repelled by Flora!
Revenge!
He must get revenge!
Weng Zhiqiang clenched his fist and swung again, giving a sensation that when his fist blasted out, the surrounding ground began to tremble.
"Seal!"
At the critical mont, Zhou Xian finally took action, holding a brush and writing the word [Seal] in the air. Instantly, Weng Zhiqiang's once unmatched vigor was bound, his body frozen in attack position.
The na of "Iron Strokes of Silver Hooks" was well-deserved.
As his realm elevated, the words Zhou Xian inscribed contained imnse power, each character carried different anings.
Flora watched all this unfold. As an Abyss creature, she's witnessed countless betrayals and slaughters, never caring about the so-called Martial Dao spirit. To her, as long as she could defeat the enemy, the process didn't matter!
"Boom!"
A shadow, a punch, directly blasted Weng Zhiqiang's temple. Flora excelled in using the quickest ti and speed, casting the shadow of death over her prey. Ti froze at this mont.
Weng Zhiqiang's head was directly hit, pupils dilating montarily, then blood began to pour from his ears, nose, and throat. There was still unwillingness in his eyes but his body, running out of energy, fell straight on the street with endless regret.
Dead.
Worthy of comparison with Li Chuan, in this ambush right before eyes, life was taken away, with no possibility of standing again!
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