What's wrong? Are you ready to admit defeat? "The man standing in the middle of the road sneered.
Having said that, he maintained a vigilant posture. After fighting with Zhang Heng for such a long time, his fear of Zhang Heng had also increased. Not only did he not look down on Zhang Heng, but he also looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He did not dare to look away from Zhang Heng at all.
Of course, he still had to say some dirty words. Although he now realized that these dirty words had no effect on Zhang Heng at all, and Zhang Heng's emotions were calm as if nothing would happen to him at all, he still did not shut up. No matter what he said, he could relieve some of his pressure.
After Zhang Heng inserted Miss F's tungsten steel sword into the ground, he finally pulled out the Shrouded Sheath from his waist.
This sword was too powerful, and it was Zhang Heng's first time using it ever since he got it.
He used Okita Soki's signature move, Seijin, and pointed the tip of the sword at the man's eyes.
The latter blinked and muttered, "What the hell?! Don't tell me you think you can cut through my exoskeleton with a different sword? "
After that, as if answering his question, Zhang Heng took the initiative to step forward.
Seeing this, the man standing in the middle of the road was not surprised. Instead, he was happy. He was worried about how to force Zhang Heng to fight him fair and square. He did not expect Zhang Heng to come to him on his own accord. This was simply a dream come true.
The man in the middle of the road was overjoyed, and he immediately raised his fist and fought with Zhang Heng again.
The Shrouded Sheath in Zhang Heng's hand kept colliding with the exoskeleton, making clanking sounds. And the sound was getting more and more urgent, like a storm.
This sound also made the man in the middle of the road nervous. But when he found out that his exoskeleton was still fine under such attacks, he felt a little relieved.
However, the current situation was different from what he had expected.
Initially, he thought that once the two sides fought head-on, he could rely on his strength and speed to gain the upper hand. However, it turned out that he was still too naive. It seemed that Zhang Heng did not use all his strength before this. It was not until he drew the sword from his waist that he got serious.
Now, his attacks were like an endless tide.
Previously, the man standing in the middle of the road thought that this sentence was just a metaphor, but now he really felt like he was about to be drowned by the tide. All he had left was the strength to struggle, and there was no way he could find a chance to fight back.
However, he also believed that no one could maintain such an intensity of attack for a long time. No matter how good the guy's swordsmanship was, as long as he couldn't break through his exoskeleton, he would still be the final winner after he successfully withstood the wave of attacks.
The man standing in the middle of the road was thinking about this when he suddenly heard a strange sound mixed with the clanking sounds. It sounded a little ear-piercing, so he moved his gaze to the source of the sound, which was also his right arm.
There, he saw a scene that scared him out of his wits. The exoskeleton of his right hand was already covered with dense cracks.
If he didn't see it with his own eyes, the man standing in the middle of the road would never believe that his exoskeleton that could defend against the tungsten steel sword was about to be cut into pieces by Zhang Heng's sword. However, when he realized that the situation was not good, it was too late for him to retract his hand.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath. The next moment, he sliced through the target's exoskeleton with a single slash. The blade cut into the target's flesh and even cut off a small portion of the target's wrist. If it weren't for the target retracting his hand, the slash would have cut off his right hand.
After the man standing in the middle of the road was injured, he burst forth with amazing speed with the help of the exoskeleton, quickly putting some distance between him and Zhang Heng.
The pain and shock that the sword brought to him were indescribable. However, it finally aroused the fierceness in his heart.
The people that Mr. G invited to the garden today were all murderers. Basically, each of them had killed several people. Although the injury on his wrist was serious, it was not enough to completely destroy his will. Instead, it stimulated the murderous spirit buried in his bones.
The man standing in the middle of the road found a medical gel from his waist, sprayed it on his wrist, and gritted his teeth. "It seems that I have to get serious. I want to see if you can replicate that kind of attack again!"
After he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Heng put the Shrouded Sheath back into its scabbard. After that, he pulled out the tungsten steel sword that was inserted into the ground earlier. "It's a pity that you won't be able to see it."
"It's just a small injury." The man standing in the middle of the road licked his lips and showed a grin. "Don't worry. I will make you pay …"
But when he was halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped because he noticed a pool of blood at his feet. And the blood actually flowed from his wrist that had been sprayed with the medical gel.
The man standing in the middle of the road finally panicked. Although Zhang Heng's attack was not fatal, it left a deep wound. If he couldn't seal the wound in time, he might die from excessive blood loss.
So the man standing in the middle of the road took out the bottle of medical gel again and sprayed it on the wound on his wrist. Logically speaking, the medical gel should be effective soon. However, the strange thing was that even after spraying the medical gel twice, the amount of blood he lost still did not decrease. And the wound began to rot, emitting a foul stench that even the fragrance of the nearby flowers could not cover.
Zhang Heng, who was opposite him, no longer stayed in the same place. He picked up the bucket of honey again and continued to walk along the path.
Those who were slashed by the Shrouded Sheath were basically on the Grim Reaper's list.
Not only would the wound not heal, but it would also rot continuously. This was because the material used to recast the finger bone of the White Horse Knight was added. Even if the man standing in the middle of the road only lost a finger, he would not be able to leave this garden alive, let alone the wound on his wrist.
Not long after Zhang Heng walked away, he heard the sound of his opponent falling to the ground behind him, announcing the end of the battle.
On the other side of the garden, the look of amazement on Mr. G's face was getting more and more intense. When Zhang Heng asked him to borrow the sword, Mr. G thought it was a little ridiculous. Now, when Zhang Heng pulled out the sword and used it to cut an exoskeleton, Mr. G felt that Zhang Heng was being too humble at that time.
The hardness of the sword was definitely beyond any material he knew. What concerned Mr. G more was the owner of the sword. He could no longer see through Zhang Heng, whether it was from the perspective of a human or a clone.
(End of this chapter)
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