Zhao Yin was a qualified god-level expert. Or perhaps, in this world, he was the only god-level expert.
Xiao Zheng's trump card was the nameless saber, which was the current Dragon Raising Its Head. The old monk's trump card was his hands, which was the upgraded version of Double Dragons. So, what was Zhao Yin's trump card?
Zhao Yin was furious.
He moved in anger!
He threw away the dagger in his hand and, like an enraged lion, he roared and pounced at the old monk without any warning.
Yes.
It looked like there was no order to it at all, and it just charged forward like a madman. How was this a god-level expert's way of fighting? It was simply the behavior of a boorish man!
Ye Yuhua couldn't see the reason, but Xiao Zheng could see it clearly.
Was Zhao Yin really enraged and crazy?
No.
The reason why Zhao Yin looked like a mad lion wasn't because he had lost control and reason. Instead, this was his ultimate trump card.
Lion's Roar!
It wasn't like the roar in wuxia novels that could shatter one's heart. Instead, he stretched out both his fists and pushed them toward the old monk at a slow speed!
It was such a simple and unflashy move that nailed the old monk to the ground. He only had time to block and couldn't make any moves to attack.
It wasn't that the old monk was scared out of his wits, but — Zhao Yin's punch blocked all the old monk's attack angles. He only had time to defend and couldn't make any moves to attack.
At this moment, the old monk finally understood the terrifying difference between a god-level expert and a grandmaster expert.
At this moment, Xiao Zheng finally understood how terrifying Zhao Yin was!
Roar!
Zhao Yin's roar seemed to be mixed with it. That pair of iron fists seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It suddenly smashed toward the old monk's chest!
Pa!
The old monk performed Dragon's Hands and forcefully blocked Zhao Yin's terrifying punch. But the intense pain from his arms made the old monk take a few steps back. It was his arms that were being attacked, but even his heart was trembling violently and convulsing.
This was Zhao Yin's trump card, and —
"You can't take it anymore?" Zhao Yin's face was full of might. "This is my first punch. There are still three more to go. "
After saying that, he took the opportunity to throw a second punch.
The old monk was about to forcefully attack and forcefully resist his punch. However, at this moment, Xiao Zheng, who had been silent all this while, stepped forward.
He arrived in front of the old monk at an extremely fast speed. He raised his left hand abruptly, and there was a loud bang. He actually used his fist to take it head on.
With a bang, Xiao Zheng took two steps back. Although Zhao Yin was standing on the spot, his body also swayed slightly. It was obvious that he had suffered a backlash from the huge reaction force.
"Uncle Bai. Thank you for your kindness, but I appreciate it. Your goal should have been achieved, right? "Xiao Zheng smiled and moved his numb arm. "It's my turn. Otherwise, people will laugh at me for bullying the elderly in the future. "
The old monk was slightly taken aback, but he finally stopped trying to be brave.
He was definitely not Zhao Yin's match.
In the battle just now, he could deeply understand this point. In fact, even if he went all out, he could at most make Zhao Yin suffer, but he could not defeat him.
Why did he make the first move?
He wanted to let Xiao Zheng see Zhao Yin's strength. He even wanted to let Xiao Zheng figure out Zhao Yin's pattern. And what his real unique skill was.
Now, the old monk had indeed achieved his goal. And Xiao Zheng also saw through Zhao Yin's pattern.
It was time to make a move.
He could not really let the old monk die for him, could he?
Moreover, Xiao Zheng was younger and had better stamina. Even if he was seriously injured, there was a possibility that he could survive. On the other hand, the old monk might not be able to survive after being seriously injured.
Lastly, and most importantly.
Zhao Yin was Xiao Zheng's enemy. He was Xiao Zheng's opponent. No one else was qualified to fight with Zhao Yin.
The old monk smiled bitterly and did not say anything. He just slowly retreated to the side. He stood next to Ye Yuhua.
"Are you okay?" Ye Yuhua asked softly.
On the battlefield just now, Ye Yuhua was indeed very worried about the old monk's safety.
After nearly thirty years of companionship, it would be a lie to say that Ye Yuhua did not have any feelings for the old monk. As for who else was in her heart, whether she could still hold someone else. That was not the most important thing.
Thirty years of companionship was something that he could not let down.
At least, Ye Yuhua could no longer treat the old monk as an outsider.
She cared about him. There was no doubt about it.
"I'm okay." The old monk shook his head lightly, his face also showing a touch of kindness. "To me, the battle just now was the most intense and enjoyable in the past thirty years."
"Of course — it was also the most thrilling." The old monk slightly squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yin.
This man was really so strong that it was terrifying.
"Is he really that strong?" Ye Yuhua asked very concernedly.
"Unusually strong." The old monk slightly relaxed his arms.
After the few exchanges just now, his arms were already in unbearable pain. Especially Zhao Yin's lion roar, it had the power of ghosts crying and gods howling. With just one punch, the old monk was forced to take two steps back. Moreover, until now, he still did not know how to deal with it.
Should he take it head-on?
The old monk did not have that ability. He also did not have the confidence to withstand the power of this iron fist.
Then — — Could Xiao Zheng do it?
Xiao Zheng indeed took the second punch. But didn't Zhao Yin say that? He still had a few more punches. Could Zhao Yin take these punches?
"Are you talking about me?" Zhao Yin suddenly asked. "Bullying an old man?"
Hearing that, Xiao Zheng very relaxed and glanced at Zhao Yin. "Are you not an old man in front of me?"
Zhao Yin laughed.
But he was so angry that he laughed instead. "I won't let you go just because you are young enough."
"Please don't be so polite." Xiao Zheng shrugged. "Don't cry and shout when you lose to me that you let down your guard, or that you deliberately let me win. I don't want to win without a proper reason. "
"Are you confident that you can win?" Zhao Yin sneered.
"When have you seen me do something that I'm not confident in?" Xiao Zheng asked.
"Maybe tonight." Zhao Yin smiled coldly, a hint of coldness appearing at the corner of his lips.
He did not say anything else, but slowly gathered his strength. With the most stable and calm state of mind. To deal with the battle that he had been waiting for for a long time.
Regardless of whether it was Zhao Yin or Xiao Zheng, this battle was filled with special meaning.
Zhao Yin wanted to take revenge, so he had to eliminate Xiao Zheng first.
And Xiao Zheng wanted to reach the peak of his life, to protect everything that he cherished and cared about, so he had to defeat Zhao Yin.
Maybe this was not the end, but it was a step that Xiao Zheng had to take. One of the last two steps.
Everything would be revealed very soon.
Who would be the final king?
Would it be the peerless expert Zhao Yin, or the rising expert — — Xiao Zheng?
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