Xiao Zheng, covered in golden armor, was like a divine figure in gold, moving with grand, sweeping motions as he charged towards the King of North Africa. In that instant, he employed a variety of attacking techniques—straight punches, sweeping legs, hook punches like cannons, and jabbing fingers like spears.
Boom, boom, boom!
The air itself seed to thunder and burst at that mont.
The King of North Africa’s body was blood-red, which was because in the fierce battle a mont ago, his surge of power had exceeded his limits, causing his blood and Inner Qi to boil to an extre, thus affecting his Gang Qi.
This was an incredibly terrifying state!
In such a condition, a person’s strength could potentially increase manifold.
Of course, the repercussions would also be trendous, leading to a period of significant weakness.
But even in this state, facing Xiao Zheng’s ferocious attacks, the King of North Africa was sowhat unable to withstand it. A look of shock appeared on his face as he bellowed,
"You’ve actually mastered so many techniques and rged them perfectly! Even I have not achieved this! Without decades of hard work, it’s absolutely impossible. How on earth did you manage it?"
Even in the midst of the fierce battle, the King of North Africa’s voice was still crystal clear, each word exploding like thunder.
"I’ve already told you, your era has passed."
Xiao Zheng laughed heartily and then shouted, "Take this move."
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zheng’s thod of attack abruptly changed, and in a flash, he burst back!
The King of North Africa was taken aback.
However, as a nearly Martial Saint with vast combat experience, he dared not pursue Xiao Zheng, fearing a trap, and so he instantly adopted a defensive posture.
Boom!
No sooner had Xiao Zheng landed than the solid ground caved in, creating a large crater. Then, an aura like a rising plu of smoke billowed from Xiao Zheng, shaking the heavens and the earth.
He suddenly struck a pose.
It was as if a divine being had descended to the world, reaching out with a huge hand to erase countless lives.
In that instant, Xiao Zheng suddenly reached out with a huge hand towards the King of North Africa!
His arm seed to extend infinitely.
But that was an illusion; it wasn’t that his arm had extended, but that in the mont Xiao Zheng made his move, he charged explosively towards the King of North Africa. It was just that his speed was so fast, it created an illusion.
"Destructive Hand!"
Accompanied by a roar, Xiao Zheng’s massive hand slamd down towards the head of the King of North Africa.
"Can’t dodge it!"
At that mont, a look of utter despair appeared in the King of North Africa’s eyes.
This move seed very simple.
But!
Only soone at the King of North Africa’s level could perceive that behind Xiao Zheng’s move, there were endless follow-ups.
No matter how he dodged, the opponent could instantly adapt and take the optimal position to still strike down!
Endlessly intricate techniques were all hidden within this simple move—the saying "great simplicity hides great complexity" could not be more true!
Even the King of North Africa had not reached this realm.
"It seems that he really is stronger than ."
A bitter taste filled the King of North Africa’s heart.
At that mont, he didn’t even have the will to resist!
However, within a split second, the King of North Africa reversed his resignation, and a terrifying fighting spirit erupted from his eyes like blazing flas.
"Even if I am to die, I will die in my strongest form."
The King of North Africa roared, and a burst of blood-red light shot towards the sky as if a bomb had exploded right there, sending a terrifying surge of energy sweeping through all directions.
He ferociously punched towards the heavens!
In that instant, it was as if waterfalls were flowing upstream, as if rivers and seas were flowing in reverse.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, at that mont, Xiao Zheng’s brows furrowed tightly.
A wave of intense pain swept out from within his body, and his movents were instantly affected, shaking violently.
"Power backlash from the legacy."
Xiao Zheng’s heart sank. He hadn’t expected that, at this most critical mont, the power of the legacy would backlash and his old injuries would erupt.
Boom!
The King of North Africa’s fist heavily struck the Destructive Hand of Xiao Zheng with a thunderous roar that seed to shake heaven and earth. Then, the previously indestructible and unbeatable hand was blown away with a punch, with even Xiao Zheng’s body retreating explosively!
Boom.
Xiao Zheng slamd into the stone wall, creating a deep pit and causing the surroundings to shake violently. He vomited blood profusely and helplessly fell from the wall to the ground.
"What...?"
The King of North Africa was incredibly shocked.
His own punch had actually sent the Destructive Hand flying?
It felt like a dream to him.
Recalling the scene just now, the King of North Africa frowned and looked towards the distance at Xiao Zheng, saying, "You are injured?"
Xiao Zheng nodded and said with a wry smile, "I’m not lucky."
The King of North Africa’s eyes flashed with fierce killing intent and he said, "You are indeed unlucky. Such a turn of events at the final mont. I must admit, this battle, you won, you defeated !
But, you might have won, and you will also be the one to die."
The King of North Africa hesitated not a bit and charged toward Xiao Zheng.
They were both heroes, naturally, they would not show rcy. When the enemy was gravely injured, they would imdiately take his life!
Xiao Zheng would have done the sa.
Seeing the King of North Africa charging at him, Xiao Zheng shook his head and closed his eyes.
Life and death are decreed by fate.
Bang!
However, at that mont, a gunshot suddenly rang out in this space!
Xiao Zheng, hearing the sound, abruptly opened his eyes and looked ahead.
Then, he saw that the King of North Africa’s chest had been blown open, blood gushing out.
The shooter was none other than Ibola!
"You..." The King of North Africa struggled to turn around, looking at Ibola with an incredulous expression, "Why?"
Ibola’s tone was cold, filled with boundless hatred, "Why do you even need to ask? You took away from my tribe, such hatred, even if the combined waters of the five lakes and four seas were used, could not wash it away!"
The King of North Africa was startled upon hearing this. His resolute face was filled with confusion and doubt.
He reached out to touch his bleeding chest, his complexion turning deathly pale at a visible rate.
"You... you..."
He was unable to finish his sentence.
"Do you know? Every day, every hour, every mont, I think about killing you!
But you were too strong, and I never had the chance. All I could do was wait, wait desperately!
Finally, I have my opportunity. I really killed you! Hahaha..."
At this mont, Ibola was extrely excited, laughing without regard for her image.
But, as she laughed, tears stread down her face.
"Ibola..." The King of North Africa’s gaze was exceedingly gentle, he said in a deep voice, "I’m sorry."
"What... what did you just say?" Ibola froze when she heard these words.
"I said, I’m sorry."
The King of North Africa’s eyes were filled with pain, "It turns out, the way I loved you was wrong. I never thought it would cause you so much pain.
If... my death can make you feel a bit better, I’m happy to die."
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