In less than half a second, the dagger in Zhang Heng's left hand was already in front of his chest.
At the same time, a fist was aimed at the back of his head. The one who threw the punch was the man who fought Zhang Heng in the bathroom. There was a dark green ring on the index finger of the hand he used to punch. This dark green ring was obviously a stage prop, and one could vaguely see electric sparks pulsating on it.
One could imagine that if someone was punched by this punch, they would feel terrible.
Both of them attacked abruptly and ignored the rules set by Fu Lou. Both of them held weapons in their hands. At such a close distance, most people would not even be able to react to what was happening, let alone make any dodging movements.
And Zhang Heng looked like he was stunned. When the dagger was about to pierce his chest, the man holding the dagger suddenly found that the tip of his blade could no longer move forward!
That was because his wrist was clamped by Zhang Heng's hand. And that was not the end. The next moment, he heard his bones groaning. His wrist was crushed by Zhang Heng, and his whole body flew backward uncontrollably, hitting his companion's fist.
The electric current on the ring penetrated his skin and drilled into his heart. After that, his vision turned black, and he lost consciousness. Then, he fell to the ground.
And Zhang Heng did not take advantage of this rare opportunity to escape. Instead, he sat in his seat, ignoring the auctioneer on the auction stage. Instead, he glanced at the crowd of buyers.
Finally, his eyes fell on a man wearing a Usopp mask. "What are you waiting for?"
The latter was stunned when he heard Zhang Heng's words. Apparently, he did not expect Zhang Heng to be able to find him. He thought that his acting skills were pretty good. When the two men attacked Zhang Heng, he even turned his body sideways and pretended to leave the auction room. Everyone was wearing masks at the moment, and he couldn't figure out how he was exposed.
But now that things had come to this, he no longer hesitated. He stood up from his seat, bowed slightly to Zhang Heng, and said, "Excuse me. Today, Mr. Simon, the number one player, would like to teach us a lesson."
He spoke very politely and even deliberately emphasized the word 'teach'. However, the four people who stood up with him all looked as if they had ill intentions. Moreover, looking at the weapons in their hands, they were not prepared for a spar at all.
One of them was even holding an Indian hand axe, which was hidden under the beverage table. Apparently, the auctioneer's claim that Fu Lou knew nothing about the auction was just a quibble.
After all, the impact of setting a trap to ambush customers was too bad. If Fu Lou wanted to continue doing business, he had to get himself out of this matter.
"Don't move." Zhang Heng then stood up from his seat and looked at the five people in front of him.
"I can give you pointers, but once I unsheathe my blade, I'm afraid none of you will be able to walk out of this room alive."
Before he could finish his sentence, someone sneered at him. "Stop pretending. You don't even have a blade. How are you going to unsheathe it?"
However, the man's laughter stopped abruptly as if someone was strangling his throat. He saw Zhang Heng get up, pick up the chair he was originally sitting on, and throw it at the ceiling above his head. Not only did the chair fall to the ground, but a knife in its scabbard also fell to the ground along with the two pieces of the ceiling.
After seeing the blade, the five people subconsciously looked at the auctioneer on the auction stage. For a moment, they even thought that Fu Lou was a double agent. On the surface, he was helping them set a trap to deal with Zhang Heng, but in reality, they were the prey.
However, when they saw the auctioneer's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist, they knew that Fu Lou knew nothing about the auction.
With the blade in his hand, Zhang Heng didn't waste any time and rushed to the nearest opponent. That person happened to be holding a hand axe in his hand. Although they outnumbered him, the opponent was the famous Simon. Thinking of his captain's instructions, he had to suppress the urge to fight the opponent head-on.
Choosing a safer way to deal with it, he raised his hand axe, trying to block Zhang Heng's attack.
In a sense, he did succeed. The hand axe in his hand did block Zhang Heng's Shrouded Scabbard. However, the Shrouded Scabbard only paused for a moment before continuing all the way down, breaking the hand axe in his hand. After that, his forehead, chin, chest … Like the hand axe, his entire body was split in half by the Shrouded Scabbard.
Seeing this scene, even if everyone present had rich combat experience and strong psychological quality, they couldn't help but feel a strong chill from the bottom of their hearts. Even the other four people who were about to help Zhang Heng stopped in their tracks.
However, this gave Zhang Heng a chance to adjust his breathing and raise his blade again.
The attack just now wasn't easy for Zhang Heng. It was impossible to rely on the Shrouded Scabbard, the hardest weapon in the world, to create such a terrifying effect. He also used the Mortal Scale on his body to temporarily double his strength. When he dealt with the person who attacked him with a dagger earlier, he used the Mortal Scale to break his opponent's wrist.
Therefore, he was a little exhausted now. However, the result was worth it.
In particular, the previous slash had not only frightened the other four opponents in front of him and disrupted their plans to surround him, it had also deterred the others from interfering in the upcoming battle.
Because the corpse in front of them that had been split into two was a lesson for them to learn from.
Zhang Heng spent half a second to adjust his breathing. He did not continue to fight with his opponent. Instead, he seized the opportunity when his opponent was distracted and continued to look for his next target.
When the second person saw Zhang Heng's sword coming at him, he lost the courage to block it. After all, his companion's mistake was right in front of him. The others might not know, but as a teammate, he knew that the Indian handaxe was not an ordinary handaxe. It was a Grade-C game item. Unfortunately, before it could even play its role, it was cut in half by Zhang Heng's sword.
In his eyes, Zhang Heng was already like a demon. At this time, retreating was the right choice, and his decision was indeed not wrong. However, if he retreated, he would be safe for the time being. However, his teammates would be exposed to Zhang Heng's blade, and they would be separated from the team.
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