Of course, Xiao Zheng was not being an alarmist, nor was he acting on impulse. When he met Grimace in the living room, the battle of the century had already begun. Between the two, only one could survive.
This was a duel between two powerhouses, and it was also a duel without a tie. The only tie would be the destruction of both jade and stone. However, wouldn't such a tie mean that they would both lose?
In the beginning, the two seemed to be talking casually, but in fact, they were just testing each other. Xiao Zheng was testing Grimace, and Grimace was also testing Xiao Zheng.
The more skilled a master was, the less he would yell like a lowly hooligan. Just like a businessman or a multinational corporation, he would not yell at the top of his voice like a butcher. This was the essential difference between the two.
At this moment, when Xiao Zheng spoke those meaningful words, the vital energy in his entire body suddenly exploded, and strands of seemingly material killing intent sprayed out and surged madly towards Ghost Face.
On the other hand, Grimace seemed to have already seen through all of Xiao Zheng's tricks. At the moment when Xiao Zheng flew into a rage, he patted his waist with his right hand. With a fierce whistling sound, a soft but unusually tough silver short spear rose from his back and was grabbed by Grimace.
Clang!
The moment the silver short spear that seemed to be dancing was grabbed by Grimace, the spear suddenly swung and quickly turned into a straight line.
Buzz!
Grimace's wrist gently shook, and the silver short spear whistled loudly. In an instant, it turned from a short length of less than 50 centimeters into a sharp long spear that was as long as a person. The sound of the spear flickered, and the sharp spearhead was flowing with a dazzling cold light. It was like the spear of a god, a spear that could reap souls!
Grimace. The Soul-locking Spear. He had forged a glorious legend in the world of assassins. He was known as the top assassin of Fox Hunting. Even the founder of Fox Hunting, Jones, had great respect for him and did not dare to slight him in the slightest.
At this time, when Grimace stood in the middle of the living room with a long spear in his hand, Xiao Zheng also sensed a monstrous battle intent rushing toward him. He firmly believed that this person would be the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life.
He could not help but feel energized as he pulled out the blade expressionlessly. Puffing out his chest, he said, "As an assassin, your weapon is not low-key at all."
"An inch longer, an inch stronger." Ghost Face's eyes were as cold as a blade, his lips as hard as steel. He channeled a powerful force into his arm, waiting for a world-shaking spear strike!
"Not necessarily." Xiao Zheng raised his blade to the sky and narrowed his eyes. "Haven't you heard that an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous?"
"Dangerous?" Grimace pursed his lips slightly, his wrist that was holding the spear turned slightly, and his spirit reached to the sky. "You were indeed in danger!"
Buzz!
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver spear seemed to have been injected with life. Immediately, like a silver dragon, it emitted a dazzling silver brilliance, illuminating the pitch-black living room. With the momentum of wind and lightning, it stabbed towards Xiao Zheng's face.
This spear strike was powerful and full of momentum. The body of the spear seemed to be infused with divine power. Not to mention a body of flesh and blood, even an iron wall would be pierced through by the spear. It fell apart. Naturally, Xiao Zheng would not be arrogant enough to face it head-on.
"Illiterate."
After Xiao Zheng spat out these two words coldly, he slightly leaned his body, and without warning, the blade came out and slashed diagonally at the Soul Locking Spear.
Clang!
The blade and spear collided, bursting out a dazzling flame.
Xiao Zheng's blade was powerful and heavy. Although it slashed on the body of the spear, it also changed the trajectory of the Soul Locking Spear. It deviated towards his left side. Then, there was a sharp cry under Xiao Zheng's feet. His body seemed to have teleported, and he suddenly approached Ghost Face. The blade in his hand was wrapped in a fierce wind, and he slashed at the side of Ghost Face's head.
As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. What Ghost Face said was not wrong, but this was only the conclusion of the ordinary martial arts world. For a top master like Xiao Zheng who had been through hundreds of battles and had never been defeated, an inch more dangerous. An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.
Xiao Zheng was good at short blades, not because he could not use long weapons, and it was not because he did not have the ability to control long weapons. It was purely because he liked intense close combat, and did not like too many fancy long-distance attacks. As soon as the battle started, he closed in, wanting to end the battle quickly.
In all the battles that Xiao Zheng had experienced, there were very few people who could withstand his thunderous attacks once he got close to them. Soon, they lost the ability to resist and died under his blade.
However, the enemy that Xiao Zheng encountered this time was not those who did not live up to their name in the past. Instead, it was the most legendary assassin in the world of assassins, who had been on the top of the list for more than ten years. A terrifying existence that even Jones, the founder of Fox Hunting, was in awe of.
How could he be taken advantage of by Xiao Zheng?
Just as Xiao Zheng's blade came slashing down, Ghost Face's wrist shook slightly, and the silver spear that was flickering with silver light suddenly broke in the middle like a living thing. The spearhead hummed and turned 180 degrees, flashing a cold light, and pierced toward the back of Xiao Zheng, who was closing in.
Its speed was fast and accurate, and it approached in the blink of an eye. Xiao Zheng could even feel the terrifying pressure behind him that could topple the mountains and overturn the seas. There was a burst of cold at the back of his head. It seemed that it would only take one second to completely devour his body and soul. It was extremely terrifying.
Hey!
Xiao Zheng, who was suddenly attacked from behind, forced himself to turn around and slashed the sharp spearhead with his blade. It was also in this instant that Ghost Face's left hand turned into an iron fist and smashed toward Xiao Zheng's back.
Ghost Face's left hand was rough and hard, as if it was made of steel bars, and it was indestructible. His punch actually stirred up a gust of wind, whistling over.
Bang!
Xiao Zheng, who could not avoid it, stretched out his fist and took the powerful punch of Ghost Face.
Thump, thump.
Xiao Zheng took two steps back, but Ghost Face only took a small step back symbolically. It was obvious that Ghost Face had the upper hand in the first confrontation, while Xiao Zheng was at a greater disadvantage.
"No wonder you can ascend to the throne of the first." Ghost Face's eyes flashed with cold light, and his wrist shook slightly. The silver spear that had been split into two pieces was once again connected, becoming straight and strong. He said indifferently. "Not bad indeed."
"Not bad?" Xiao Zheng's lips curled into a sinister smile, with a hint of playfulness. "Then let's try again!"
Bang!
Xiao Zheng stamped his right foot on the ground, and there was a loud bang like an earthquake. His body rushed forward like a sharp sword. Like a ghost, like a black light. In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward again and was in the middle of Ghost Face.
"You're courting death!"
Ghost Face shouted indifferently, and the long spear in his hand swept across the air, sweeping from left to right toward Xiao Zheng. This sweep of the spear was full of energy. Not to mention a body of flesh and blood, even a small mountain would probably be uprooted and destroyed by Ghost Face. But this time, Xiao Zheng went straight forward. When the spear swept over, he used the blade to block the silver spear's attack. Then, without waiting for the long spear to turn back, Xiao Zheng's feet whistled, and his body rushed forward rapidly. The blade drew a long line of terrifying sparks on the body of the spear, like brilliant fireworks.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
Sparks flew everywhere, and a sharp sound was heard. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Zheng rushed forward and slashed at Ghost Face's head with his blade!
This slash was fierce and fierce. If Ghost Face could not escape in time, he would probably die on the spot!
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