Watching the blood of his companions scatter, he felt a deep sorrow akin to when a rabbit dies and the fox grieves, which turned into resentnt as he coldly eyed Long Qie.
"Brothers, his combat style is characterized by broad and powerful swings, focusing on the upper body, we should employ the Ground Rolling Demon Battle thod and engage him in close combat, which I believe will be effective!" a skilled fighter suggested gravely.
"Exactly, let’s do it!"
The other three experts nodded in agreent, their postures lowered as they tried to find an opening in Long Qie’s defense to close in for combat.
"Aha, a good opportunity!"
One of the experts saw a weakness in Long Qie’s defense and swiftly rolled forward, a sly smile on his face, slashing at Long Qie’s lower leg.
The freezing blade tore through the air, ready to succeed in its mission.
Alas, it was not to be.
"Snap!"
"Heh heh, idiot!"
Long Qie turned around, hissing a laugh and baring his gleaming teeth, his foot shot down rapidly, stomping toward the battle sword.
"Impossible!" A hint of disbelief flashed through the eyes of the expert.
"Snap!"
The sword could not withstand Long Qie’s onslaught and broke in two, causing the expert’s hand to tear from the shock, blood gushing forth.
As he was dazed and hastily attempting to defend, Long Qie kicked out, striking his head with the force of a great whirlwind.
"Ah"
The expert emitted a scream of utter despair, flown into the air like a leaf in autumn scattering grandly, eventually landing unwillingly on the ground, spitting blood and lying straight, his neck twisted, clearly having passed out.
Long Qie turned his head, mockingly looking at the remaining three experts and laughed uproariously to the sky.
"Can the re stars shine alongside the proud sun? You overestimate yourselves!"
"Uh..."
The three experts exchanged looks, tension rising in their hearts, their complexions darkening like the bottom of a pot, cursing inwardly, this isn’t human at all!
However, the fight had to go on.
One expert thought deeply for a mont, nodding and then shaking his head repeatedly, evidently rejecting a series of attack feints.
Suddenly, a thrilled expression crossed his face, and he grinned.
"Hahaha, brothers, keep him busy, if I can get close to him, his death is certain."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely certain!"
"Alright!"
The other three experts nodded to each other and charged at Long Qie like Death Soldiers, their montum rising to another level.
However, the strategist pulled out a small packet of powder and sprinkled it on his blade, a cold sneer appearing on his face.
"Humph!"
He suddenly raised his head, looking at the battlefield, only to see that two of the experts were desperately holding off Long Qie’s sharp edge, struggling to sustain.
"An opportunity not to be missed, now is the ti!"
He surged toward Long Qie like a violent gust of wind, a smug look of success on his face.
"Die now!"
The sword sliced toward Long Qie’s neck, carrying with it a howling wind, aiming for a fatal strike.
Excitent swelled in the eyes of the swordsman, slowly turning into a cold sneer.
"You vermin, do you think you’re before a wolf feigning sleep, rely to lure the enemy?" Long Qie’s eyes filled with murderous intent, chilling to the bone, his playful mindset disappearing, now resembling the Dark Netherworld King.
"Seeking death!"
Long Qie roared and leapt into the air, his dark battle axe like the countless stars in the sky, gleaming with a cold light, sweeping out in a half-circle, exuding an aura of death.
"Huh?"
"How is this possible?"
The attacking expert trembled in fear, having expected to land a successful blow but instead finding Long Qie not only easily avoided the attack but also turned the tables and counterattacked in the mont.
This is bad, it’s falling apart.
The other two experts had the sa idea, but by now it was too late to dodge.
"Swoosh!"
Long Qie stood against the wind, the black battle ax dripping with fresh blood, much like the cold night itself.
Behind him, the three experts steadied themselves and looked incredulously towards their chests, where blood was spurting uncontrollably.
"Bang bang bang!"
They fell one by one, stirring up dust, and imdiately passed out.
"Pah!" Long Qie spat, looking at the severely injured and unconscious experts with contempt, "Naless nobodies, you’ve dirtied my ax!"
At this mont, Titan also returned victorious and exchanged a wordless glance with Long Qie, both looking up and laughing wildly.
For a long while.
They then turned to look at Xiao Zheng, who was having the ti of his life, toying with Mo Ling, moving swiftly and letting out a cold laugh from ti to ti.
"Brother Xiao, hurry up and finish, I still want to go back to sleep," Titan complained with a thick voice, oblivious to the blood on his hamr as he carried it on his shoulder.
"Give three seconds!"
Xiao Zheng replied with a smile, then stopped playing around, soared into the air, and aid both palms at Mo Ling’s head with the force of thunder.
"How dare you, whelp?"
At this mont, Mo Ling was utterly disheveled, his already aged face looking even more worn, his clothes stained with patches of blood, like a wildebeest tornted by a lion, powerless.
Right then, his pupils dilated to the extre, only to see a pair of palms descending upon him like The Buddha’s Five Finger Mountain, pressing down rapidly as he resembled the helpless Monkey King, completely dumbfounded.
"Damn, I can’t avoid it!"
"Snap!"
Xiao Zheng’s eyes flashed as he withdrew one palm and lessened the force of the remaining one, which then hit Mo Ling’s back.
"Puff..." Mo Ling staggered, nearly falling over.
Looking at Xiao Zheng with confusion in his eyes, why didn’t he kill ?
Xiao Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, smiling amiably as he looked at him, much like a grandmaster of the martial world, untainted by a speck of dust, exuding grandeur.
"Go back and tell Mo Youshi that I do not wish to beco enemies with the Mo Family. If he seeks compensation, I am willing to grant whatever he asks for," he said.
Having said that, he casually waved at Long Qie and Titan and departed with style.
"Damn it!"
The old butler Mo Ling watched them leave, holding his chest as he coughed up blood, his expression turning cold and his hands forming tight fists, grinding his teeth in anger.
But before absolute power, even with all his energy, he was no match for his opponents, and persisting would only lead to a dead end!
On their way out, Long Qie and Titan couldn’t understand.
"Why not kill him?"
Titan asked.
Xiao Zheng simply smiled, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, replying with a chuckle, "He’s just a dog. Killing him would only attract more dogs. Better to leave him be, at least soone needs to go back and report."
After that, the three burst into laughter and vanished into the night...
...
It was a lively street of bars, glitter and glamour everywhere.
In a decadent-style bar, Xiao Zheng sat drinking alone.
The fierce rock music howled, and the dance floor swelled with handso n and beautiful won clinging to each other, dancing passionately, truly embodying decadence.
Under hot pants and miniskirts, pairs of slender and round legs shone with a luster as dazzling as freshly fallen snow.
Engrossed in the heated atmosphere, they were all giving seductive glances, smiling cheekily, completely blissful.
But.
That bliss belonged to others, not to Xiao Zheng.
His mind was replaying scenes of fighting, Mo Qingyun’s death, Takeshita Ichiro’s beheading, and the reluctant battles of the night, causing his bearing to unintentionally exude a dense murderous aura, making it hard for him to find peace of mind for a long ti.
"Sigh, the pace has been too fast lately, seen a lot of people, a lot has happened, it’s ti to really relax," he breathed out, feeling much more at ease.
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