Yang Zheng was unruly. After awakening, even the most terrifying monsters were rely humble stepping stones before him.
But now...
He was actually pushed back by a woman?
"Ah!"
Yang Zheng roared, sounding like a dozen beasts howling, rhinoceros, tigers, lions, wolves, and even so unknown creatures.
These sounds converged, like a giant hamr pounding on everyone’s hearts, causing so ordinary people to widen their eyes and feel weak in the legs, collapsing to the ground.
Even Chen Feng frowned slightly, feeling a strong sense of intimidation.
How frightening!
His voice was filled with a piercing power. Once he grew stronger, his body truly harnessed the sound of a hundred beasts, rivaling even the might of a dragon’s roar!
A glimpse reveals the whole.
Just this one technique was staggering enough. If unleashed on the battlefield, just that roar would be enough to terrify enemies. If he advanced further, it could even scare weak enemies to death!
He cannot be left alive!
A genius as exceptional as this must either be befriended and turned into an ally or, if made an enemy, must not be allowed to leave here alive!
A person like Yang Zheng becos stronger with setbacks. If allowed to escape, it’s like releasing a ferocious tiger back to the wild, a flood dragon to the seas. By the next encounter, no one could predict how powerful he would beco!
He must die!
Today, things must be settled once and for all!
"ow!"
Sensing Yang Zheng’s fury, Flora’s expression turned serious. She let out a whimper, her eyes completely replaced by fighting spirit, with not a trace of fear!
Master of Fist.
She possessed traits like "Sturdy as a Rock," "Brave Heart," and "Fearless." Facing strong foes, she would only grow stronger, drawing strength and courage.
To protect.
Because of the power of belief, she didn’t even fear death.
Masters of Fist are a group of obsessive madn, willing to enter the ogre’s camps to hone their Martial Dao through encounters with death.
"Whizz whizz whizz!"
Yang Zheng’s eyes filled with murderous intent, horrifying in their brutality, charging directly towards Flora with unstoppable montum, like a blood-red river of death!
Flora, too, lowered her stance, rushing towards Yang Zheng. Almost in an instant, they clashed, attacking vital parts—head, neck, waist, under the armpit—every hit was direct, targeted at the body’s weakest, most fatal spots!
Fist Skill!
This is a killing technique!
Yang Zheng excelled in the Baji Fist, fierce and explosive, strikes unleashed like a drawn bow, crashing like thunder. One punch and even the Thunderous Scorpion would retreat!
Moreover, he had the trait of Hundred Beasts’ Howl. In battle, without vigilance, his enemies would fall into panic. The combination of his fist skill with beast roars made him invincible, having defeated many formidable opponents!
But in this mont, he was shocked to find Flora unfazed by the beast’s roar. Instead, her power was fierce, eyes shining with cold determination, unmasked killing intent, scanning him!
Ferocious beyond comparison!
Seeing her gaze, Yang Zheng imdiately dodged, a trace of fear flickering in his heart.
Flora had fought countless monsters in the Abyss for her people. Her adversaries included demons, half-beastn, and even more bizarre creatures. Though Yang Zheng was strong, compared to Flora’s experience, he was sowhat lacking.
"Bang!"
With Yang Zheng’s spirit unsettled, Flora seized the mont, a punch landing on his chest, taking his breath away, muscles collapsing, bones cracking under the force!
"Xue’Er, Yun’Er, lend a hand!"
Just then, Yang Zheng shouted.
As soon as the words left his mouth, two girls rushed towards him. Their power was formidable, both at the Bronze Peak. Witnessing Yang Zheng lose one move, their eyes showed a bit of surprise. After all, as his favorites, they knew of his terror, his journey here solely by his fists, never once this embarrassed.
Defeated?
This thought flashed in their minds.
But quickly, they ceased thinking. Their hearts were long bound to Yang Zheng’s fate—what affected him, affected them. Hearing Yang Zheng’s call for help, they imdiately mobilized their abilities!
Twin sisters.
Their looks identical, yet their aura contrasting drastically.
This ti, a girl with a cold deanor stepped forward first. Her hair black as ink cascading to her waist, eyes as icy as a mountain spring. She exuded an ethereal, aloof aura, wearing a blue off-shoulder chiffon dress, a cute bow at her waist, layers of lace adorning her beautiful dress.
Extending her fingers.
The surrounding temperature dropped abruptly. Almost in a second, an ice spike appeared at her fingertips, its tip so sharp it could pierce through iron!
"Hmm? You dare launch a sneak attack!" Chen Feng, seeing clearly beside them, his once calm face growing tense, a hint of fury on his brow.
"This was supposed to be a one-on-one duel. If it were a siege, how could Yang Zheng have survived until now?"
Chen Feng’s cold and fierce gaze swept over the twins like sharp needles, making their hearts clench with a sharp chill of terror.
"Anyone standing against is an enemy, beauty? rely pretty skeletons; no matter how beautiful, in death, just a pile of bones!"
Chen Feng snorted coldly, his eyes enveloped in a layer of deathly aura.
"Break the rules, and die!"
Flas erupted around Chen Feng, a deathly aura rising in his eyes, and as his words fell, he swiftly charged at the Ice Elental Master beside him.
Fla Demon Transformation!
His whole body turned red, horns sprouting from his head; Chen Feng no longer resembled a human, akin to the demon from legends, making everyone widen their eyes, their hearts skipping a beat.
The Ice Elental Master was utterly shocked.
In the end, she had just awakened, never faced so fierce a foe. With her battle experience, she knew not how to respond.
A scorching longsword slashed towards her face!
Her pupils dilated and, suddenly, darkness enveloped her vision.
Thud!
She fell to the ground, devoid of breath.
Dead.
Such a beautiful woman, taken down without even a scream, now lay as a lifeless body on the ground...
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