When an invincible expert who had never tasted defeat suddenly encountered an enemy that was destined to be undefeatable, his first thought was definitely not to run away. But to fight to the death. At least before he began to fear death, he would not think of running away.
Suppressing his violently trembling arm, He Zhu Guo took out his trump card and attacked Xiao Zheng without holding back.
He knew that all the fancy tricks and dazzling skills were meaningless in front of Xiao Zheng. The only thing he could do was to take out his secret skill that he stabbed 500 times a day, a thousand times a day, to fight against the powerful Xiao Zheng.
Swoosh!
The slippery ground did not hinder He Zhu Guo. On the contrary, he used the slippery force under his feet to rush to the front of Xiao Zheng in the blink of an eye. He stabbed out with his uncanny skill!
This time, it was amazing. It was the result of He Zhu Guo's meticulous research. Whether in terms of explosive power or lethality, it was invincible. As long as Xiao Zheng could not think of a way to break it, his body would be pierced mercilessly and he would die on the spot.
At the same time, this was also He Zhu Guo's last stand.
He won. He had successfully completed his master's task. He lost. He would definitely die.
As an expert who had left the ranks of assassins, He Zhu Guo's greatest advantage was that he knew his own limits and could also have a deeper understanding of the enemy's strength. He was not filled with inexplicable confidence like Yamamoto or Ye Jun. He would not be so ignorant as to think that Xiao Zheng relied purely on courage and boldness.
Strength was strength.
In the face of absolute strength, relying on one's seniority and so-called experience would often not give one any advantage. Instead, it would bring about a fatal blind spot.
Buzz!
This time, it seemed to carry the momentum of wind and thunder, stirring up the chilly wind in the alley. Streaks of fine knives pierced through the entire alley and swept away all of Xiao Zheng's escape routes.
He could not dodge, nor could he avoid.
Even the "refraction teleportation" that defied the laws of physics could not escape the attack range of He Zhu Guo's shocking attack.
Whoosh whoosh!
The strong wind blew, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Xiao Zheng, who was standing not far away, stared indifferently at He Zhu Guo who had used the fatal blow. He was watching He Zhu Guo's trump card.
He wanted to know what was the difference between He Zhuguo and Ye Jun, or even Yamamoto. This was something he had always been curious about.
Assassins also possessed superb skills. Both Ye Jun and Yamamoto displayed extraordinary standards in this aspect. However, Xiao Zheng could tell that neither of them could withstand He Zhu Guo's soul-stirring attack. This strike alone was enough to pull He Zhu Guo out of the category of assassins and create a huge gap between him and Ye Jun and Yamamoto.
And this difference was that He Zhu Guo had his own unique skill. Just like the founder of a sect. He might not be the strongest, but he had created a unique skill, which was enough for him to have a foothold in Jianghu. And he was revered by others!
Whether it was the southern Wing Chun, the world-famous Jeet Kune Do, or the world's most popular Taekwondo. Which of them didn't have the qualifications to establish their own sects? But none of them was the strongest in the world. No one dared to claim to be the strongest in the world.
But as long as you practice one of them. It was enough to widen the gap between you and those who only knew how to fight in groups without any skills. This was also the reason why underground racers would never be able to beat professional racers.
How could killers like Ye Jun and Yamamoto, who were limited to killing skills, compare to an expert who had created his own unique skill?
So, facing He Zhu Guo, these two would definitely lose!
Buzz!
The tip of the awl vibrated intensely, as if the needle-like awl had a majestic power that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. It swept towards Xiao Zheng. He had nowhere to hide.
Finally.
Just as the awl was about to pierce into Xiao Zheng's body, he, who had calmed down and studied it, finally moved.
He moved.
The wind raged.
The blade rose.
The mountains and rivers shattered!
He Zhu Guo had his own unique skill, but so did Xiao Zheng.
His attack was soul-stirring. Xiao Zheng raised his blade and burst out with the power of a dragon and tiger.
Boom!
The blade rose and covered the sky.
The blade fell like it could swallow mountains and rivers. The blade, which was made of black iron, shone with a cold light, as if thousands of blades were gathering from all directions. There was a sonorous sound of impact.
Whoosh!
The blade fell and struck the awl that was stabbing towards him without reservation.
Clang!
As soon as it made contact, He Zhu Guo felt an indescribable violent vibration on the awl. It made his fingers numb and he could not control the awl that was beating violently in his palm.
Clang!
In an instant, the awl broke and split into two. At the same time, the blade that shone brightly also slashed through He Zhu Guo's chest with a whoosh. Blood sprayed out and sprayed all over the wall.
Thump thump.
He Zhu Guo, who had been seriously injured, staggered back. His face was filled with disbelief and shock.
He was stunned.
He had never expected that Xiao Zheng would be able to break his well-tempered attack with such a simple saber strike. Moreover, when Xiao Zheng's blade touched his awl, he felt a force of a dragon and elephant pulling on his awl, forcing him to let go. At the same time, an incomparably powerful force surged into his palm and into his entire arm.
How did Xiao Zheng do it?
How powerful was he?
Could it be that the rumor that he had fought with the White Emperor and was invincible was true?
Otherwise, how could he have such terrifying strength?
Pfft!
The huge vibration caused He Zhu Guo, who was staggering back, to spit out a mouthful of blood. His face turned as white as a sheet and he panted.
"I might be your last target." Xiao Zheng slowly raised his blade, his cold eyes filled with killing intent.
He Zhu Guo's body trembled when he heard that. He did not even pant as he ran out of the alley.
He wanted to run. And he had to run.
No running. Only death awaited him.
Having lived in Beijing for 18 years, he was more knowledgeable than Yamamoto and more experienced than Ye Jun. He completely understood that he did not have the ability to threaten Xiao Zheng. So, he could only run!
Run?
The corners of Xiao Zheng's lips curled up into a devilish sneer. He had been sullen for far too long, and had repressed himself for far too long. Now that He Zhu Guo had come to him, how could he let it go?
He would not rest until he was dead!
…
"Dad."
Shang Yao rushed into the study and strode to Shang Jingtian's desk. "He Zhu Guo failed."
"Oh?" Shang Jingtian raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that even the experienced Shang Jingtian was surprised by He Zhu Guo's failure.
A veteran who had one foot in the Hero Leaderboard lost to a young man who was still wet behind the ears?
He Zhu Guo's face revealed an extremely shocked expression.
"Where is he?" Shang Jingtian asked casually.
Being able to stand firm in the face of an earthquake, that was the foundation of the apex of the pyramid, Shang Jingtian. Even in front of his daughter.
"He retreated." Shang Yao said slowly.
"Let him hide for a while." Shang Jingtian said.
"I'm afraid he can't hide." Shang Yao shook his head.
"Hmm?" Shang Jingtian looked up.
"Wherever he goes, Xiao Zheng will follow. He probably wants to find us. "Shang Yao pursed her lips. "He Zhu Guo circled the door three times but did not dare to enter."
He Zhu Guo knew that as long as he entered the Shang family's door, his life would be saved.
But he did not dare to enter.
Once he entered, he would betray Shang Jingtian.
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