González wanted to dodge, but he could not. Disregarding the fact that he was in the rhythm of the attack, the early suppression had allowed him to take the initiative. Most importantly, such an attack was unheard of. How could he predict it?
In an instant, González bled from all orifices. He had almost swallowed the poison needle, which had pierced his cheek. It was an unimaginable survival instinct. González rolled on the ground and darted into the forest without looking back.
If he did not leave now, he would never be able to.
One side of González's face was already numb. Although he had used the antidote, the numbness was still strong. His organs had been injured by the roar, and his mind was a mess. If not for his long-trained escape instincts, he would be dead for sure.
This was a loss, a big loss.
Wang Zheng did not give chase. He could not, because Lear was already blocking his way, a smile on his face.
Mars had lit the bonfire, and the light was restored. He seemed to have found a little humanity, or at least the three heroes of Aslan were stunned.
Wang Zheng's abdomen and arm were still bleeding. Wang Zheng tore off his clothes and wrapped the wound. He took a deep breath to suppress the wound.
He did not mind Lear's little tricks. Firstly, he had no intention of giving chase. Secondly, this was Lear, always thinking he could take advantage of others. It could even be said that he would not feel comfortable if he did not take advantage.
Lear was watching Wang Zheng's reaction, especially his injuries. Judging the situation, he could formulate his future plans.
He should be conserving his energy and moves. Others might think that Wang Zheng was conservative and passive, but only Lear knew that this guy was holding back. The longer he held back, the longer he would live. Mars and González had already tested out two moves, but they did not know what Mars had tested out. To be able to subdue Mars in one blow, it should be a trump card.
The reason was that Mars had not suffered any obvious external injuries, so he should have been defeated in one move. What move was it?
Lear did not know, so he laughed again.
Wang Zheng looked at the Aslan crowd. Lear would not make a move. This coward did not need to be bothered.
Clap clap clap …
Lin Feng clapped his hands. "Wonderful. To be able to make the special forces of the Darkness Empire suffer. If it were any other occasion, we would have retreated today. But Wang Zheng, you know, we will not rest until one of us dies."
"This is a little too shameful. Gang fights and continuous battles. When did Aslan become like this?" Dong Er could not hold it in any longer. The battle just now had their hearts racing. They thought it was over. Even if the great Aslan warriors wanted to fight, they would choose tomorrow, or wait for Wang Zheng to recover. In the end, they were too naive.
"Although I don't like it either, this is what Wang Zheng has done. He has offended the public." Ouyang Ruoliu said softly.
"You can't do that. This is SIG, a competition, not …"
"Dong 'er, this is what we think. To them, this is war. Everyone is gambling with their lives." Ouyang Ruoliu's family had seen too many of such things. She had been influenced since she was young. Ouyang Ruoliu did not think much of it. She was standing on Lin Feng's side.
"I will support Wang Zheng from now on!" Said Qian Xuedie. She expressed her stance very directly. Lin Feng and the rest weren't heroes, and she didn't like it. "Huiyin, what do you say?"
Huiyin's gaze never left Wang Zheng. He was bleeding. Was it painful? Why did she feel so much pain? So sad.
For her sister, he could make the world his enemy. It was not for her, but her heart still ached.
Mars frowned. At this point, he didn't want to just stand there and watch.
Wang Zheng shook his head, stopping Mars. "No need for pleasantries. On account of Huiyin, I won't kill you. Do you want to come at me together, or one at a time?"
Arrogance. Unconscionable arrogance!
Lin Feng was so angry that he laughed. From the side, Qiankun Zadeh stood up. "Against you, I alone am enough. Remember my name. Aslan's Qiankun Zadeh!" “
Physical techniques were not his forte. Although he was excellent, in order to focus on his Ability X, he had only learned the basic breathing technique. He had not trained in any martial arts. His time ability was too special, and he did not want to be affected by other factors.
Lear paused for a moment, and could not help but curse in his heart. What a bunch of idiots. Acting like a prostitute and trying to build a chastity. At this time, they should have come together and killed Wang Zheng.
Lear was smart, and his calculations were shrewd. Aslan was already at their limit. If they fought as a group, then this SIG would be ruined for the Aslan Empire.
Everyone had a bottom line. Only Lear did not.
"Everyone, this is going to be a little lively. Want to make a bet?" Bolet laughed. Mars had been defeated, and González had fled. Next would be the Aslan crowd, and there were even more people in the forest.
Lin Hong's expression did not look bad. At this position, it was basic to be thick-skinned. Not coming at them together was already preserving his dignity.
There were already more than ten people in the control room.
"This kid is interesting. I like him. If he survives, we'll have to give him some leeway." The one speaking was Fairy Star's Lieutenant General Keelung. The Fairy Star and the Darkness Empire were mortal enemies. Their history was too long. The Fairy Star people were also clear about love and hate. Those who had beaten the Darkness Empire were all his friends.
"This kid's chances of survival are zero!"
"I think he's a little interesting. Actually, given his ability, if he decides to run, no one can do anything to him."
"The key is whether he will run."
"It's good to be young. I used to be this impulsive back in the day."
The scene was somber, but the generals present were used to such things. The atmosphere was not oppressive, but their eyes were serious.
Wang Zheng had made a very unwise choice.
On the battlefield, Qiankun Zadeh pulled out his titanium blade. He was even more direct than González. He was going to finish Wang Zheng off, once and for all. It would be best if he did not even have the chance to concede!
Lin Feng waved his hand, motioning for everyone to retreat further. Di Maria obviously knew what was going on. He did not wait, but immediately pulled away.
"Zhang Zhun, go to the back. It's best if you find some cover," Mars said.
Zhang Zhun did not ask why. Whether in terms of level or experience, he could not compare to these people.
In truth, when he had first arrived, Zhang Zhun had been full of ambition. Even in the qualifiers, he had lost hope because of his teammates. But today, he understood that even in peak condition, he still had no chance.
This bunch of people could be called monsters.
In the night, Qiankun Zadeh's body glowed with a layer of white light. The light extended to the titanium blade, unobstructed.
Aslan Imperial Heart Sutra – Wind God Arts!
Wang Zheng unsheathed his titanium knife and held it in a backhand grip. His Perimeter opened up. The Primordial Regression Technique had calmed down after the explosion. He was not a robot, so he had to allocate his energy reasonably. Sometimes, he would even put on an act to buy time.
His opponent only needed to consider this battle, but he needed to consider the future. It was not just the Aslan people in front of him. He was sure that there were others in the forest watching.
This was a battle to the death.
Qiankun Zadeh's killing intent continued to rise, and the atmosphere grew heavy. If González's battle was full of passion, and not decisive, then Qiankun Zadeh was very focused. He did not care about his reputation or anything else. He simply wanted to kill Wang Zheng, so that he would never have the chance to sully Aslan's honor.
This military officer school captain was filled with killing intent. Even if he had to go to court martial, he would not let Wang Zheng live. Such a small character could never hope to reach Her Highness Aina!
The faint silver light on the titanium blade was as soft as mercury. Wang Zheng once again felt the ripples of the wind.
Not because of Ability X, but because of his martial arts. Ability X was a human's use of spiritual power to communicate with nature, while martial arts nurtured the power within the human body. Whether it was Force or Inner Power, they were equally powerful. If Di Maria was focused on Ability X, then Qiankun Zadeh's physical techniques were top notch!
Perhaps this was Kashawen's true killing move.
The two's auras continued to rise. Feeling the other's killing intent, Wang Zheng's gaze also grew cold.
To be soft on the enemy was to be cruel to oneself. The titanium blade in his hand tightened as well.
Kill!
With a roar, Qiankun Zadeh gained the upper hand. His strong killing intent opened the way, and his blade slashed towards Wang Zheng.
This strike gave the illusion of being as fast as lightning … No, it was not an illusion. The swirling air around his body caused Qiankun Zadeh's speed to soar.
The titanium blade sliced through the night sky. Shing …
Wang Zheng instinctively leaned back. The blade's aura brushed past his scalp, a few strands of hair in the blood.
Wind God Arts – Air Breaking Strike!
In the darkness, Qiankun Zadeh had already arrived. His blade could not be blocked!
(First update, next update. This seemed like a dead end, but Wang Zheng had no way out. Fight, fight to the end!
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