At this critical juncture, Zhao Rong imdiately warned the three won behind him, "Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, hide under that table! Let deal with this gang of ax-wielding n in black." As he spoke, Zhao Rong pulled the Dharma Sword from his Magic Ring, preparing to fight.
Just as he was about to charge forward and wipe them all out, a desperate shout ca from the nearby stage. His assistant, who was tied to a stripper pole, suddenly scread, "Zhao Rong, don’t attack yet! Save first!"
When Zhao Rong saw that his assistant had been stripped naked and tied to the pole, he exclaid in surprise, "Assistant, what happened to you? I just saw you dancing with a group of beautiful won a mont ago! How did you end up tied to a pole, with two n in suits and sunglasses holding axes standing next to you?"
Hearing this, the assistant sighed regretfully. "I’m so damn unlucky! I was dancing when everything suddenly went dark. When I opened my eyes, all those beauties were gone. In their place was a bunch of n in suits and sunglasses, holding axes. I have no idea what happened..."
Hiding under the table, Lili glared at the assistant’s pathetic state and cursed angrily, "You big pervert! If we weren’t trying to save you, we never would have co back!"
Yu Lan was even more furious. She snatched a beer bottle from the table, threw it at the assistant, and yelled, "You’re such a jinx! We always have to pay a high price to save you. And look now! We ca back only for Zhao Rong to be surrounded by these thugs!"
Xuelian then warned the assistant, "Watch out for flying axes, you might get hurt! Once Zhao Rong makes his move, these n in black will surely be sent flying to the ceiling."
Before the three of them could finish, a bald man stepped forward and mocked Zhao Rong’s group. "You idiots, still talking tough when you’re about to die? Don’t you know we are the boss’s final line of defense, the 13 Bodyguards?"
When Zhao Rong heard the man call themselves the 13 Bodyguards, he laughed. "I live for beating up shaless posers like you. The 13 Bodyguards? What a load of crap. Now, co and die!"
Hearing Zhao Rong’s words, the bald man roared with laughter. "Don’t underestimate the axes in our hands. They’re a high-tech product. You’ll soon see just how powerful we are with them."
With that, the bald man led his group of suit-wearing, ax-wielding n in a charge.
Facing these ferocious villains, Zhao Rong didn’t hesitate for a second. He imdiately charged forward, Dharma Sword in hand. However, as he clashed with the ax-wielding n, he suddenly realized he wasn’t fighting humans, but a group of robots. Their bodies were as hard as machines. No matter if Zhao Rong hacked at them with the Dharma Sword, kicked them, or punched them, he inflicted no harm. It couldn’t even slow their advance.
He had no choice but to step back. Pulling the Piercing Eye glasses from his pocket, he put them on and took a careful look at the n in black. What he saw shocked him. Through his lenses, the n appeared to be flesh and blood wearing suits on the outside, but inside, they were composed entirely of hard steel—robotic skeletons and chanical organs.
Zhao Rong licked his lips and took off the Piercing Eye glasses. He sucked in a sharp breath and looked at the group before him. "Holy shit. I can’t believe you’re a bunch of poser robots. No wonder you were talking so big."
When the bald man heard that Zhao Rong had discovered their secret, he laughed with pride. "Since you know we’re all robots, why don’t you surrender and beg for rcy? Maybe we’ll hand you over to our bosses, Hong Ju and Zhou Xiaoer, alive. Otherwise, we’ll capture you, grind you into minceat, wrap you into dumplings, and feed them to our boss’s vicious dog!"
When the three won and the assistant heard that all the n in black were robots, they began to worry for Zhao Rong. "Zhao Rong, what should we do? If you can’t beat them, we should retreat! The dozens of people in this ballroom are all robots. How can you, a single human, possibly defeat so many?"
Tied to the stripper pole on the stage, the assistant gave up all hope. "Zhao Rong, you guys go. Don’t worry about . Just let die here..."
Just as everyone lost faith, believing Zhao Rong stood no chance against the robots, he suddenly let out a roar. He swung his Dharma Sword, knocking the ax out of a nearby robot’s hands. He then smiled and said, "So, you guys are all robots... but I have a way to turn you back into real humans."
With that, Zhao Rong moved with incredible speed, knocking the axes from the hands of all the n in black.
Once they were disard, he once again put on his Piercing Eye glasses and observed the group. The mont Zhao Rong had knocked the axes from their hands, the machinery inside their bodies vanished, replaced by ordinary human flesh and blood.
Zhao Rong burst out laughing. He pointed the Dharma Sword at the n before him and taunted, "You bunch of posers! Don’t think you can act so arrogant just because you have special axes that turn you into robots. Now that I’ve used my Dharma Sword to knock those magical toys out of your hands, let’s see how arrogant you can be!"
As he spoke, Zhao Rong kicked one of the nearby n who had dropped his ax. The man, whose body had seed as hard as an iron wall just monts ago, couldn’t withstand a single blow. He was sent flying to the ground, where he lay in pain, unable to get back up.
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