After saying that, Zhao Lie pursed his lips hard and stabbed his broken saber into the ground without another word. Then, he took off his armor and even his leather coat that was embedded with thorns unhurriedly and put them on the handle of the saber, revealing his muscular body.
His body shape was like a combination of a bear, a tiger, and a leopard. His shoulders were as broad as a bear's, his chest was as thick as a tiger's, and his waist was as flexible as a leopard's. He was in a perfect inverted triangle. Explosive strength was vaguely flowing out of his body even when he was not moving.
On his entire chest was a vivid red falcon that was spreading its wings. The wings extended all the way to the biceps of his arms.
After a few random warm-up movements, the bloody wings were already flapping up and down. He was truly like a bloody falcon that was about to rush out of his body and tear apart all the prey!
Emotionlessly, Zhao Lie slowly straightened his right arm and made a gesture of 'please' at Gu Zhengyang.
Behind him, Zhao Chong and the 'Iron Blood Youths' were yelling. Many villagers activated the tanks that were embedded with iron plates and connected them to each other, forming a circle more than twenty meters in diameter around the two of them.
It was their arena.
In the Land of Sins, strength was everything. Such a one-on-one, one-on-one way to settle a disagreement in public was already the most merciful and 'peaceful' way.
With everything coming to this point, there was nothing Gu Zhengyang could say. Calling over Han Te and the Coloured Glaze and giving them some instructions, he waved his hands and drove them out of the circle of tanks. Then, he tore apart the armor and the battle suit on his body.
There were no tattoos on his body, but the moment he tore apart the battle suit, his skin that had been sallow because of his serious illness suddenly emitted the color of bronze that looked like metal.
His slim body was perhaps not as intimidating as Zhao Lie's, but the hundreds of interconnected, shocking scars on his body were medals that were a hundred times more intimidating than tattoos.
"Cough, cough. Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Gu Zhengyang coughed softly. The ugly scars on his body were wriggling too, like bugs that were gnawing his flesh.
Seeing his heavily wounded body and remembering the contributions he had made to the Village of Peace in the past and how he had developed a tiny village with only a few hundred people into such a prosperous village with thousands of people today, many villagers sighed in amazement.
Even the villagers who were more inclined to Zhao Lie lowered their heads in shame, not knowing whether they should support Gu Zhengyang or Zhao Lie.
Even Zhao Lie's eyes flickered when Gu Zhengyang revealed so many scars.
However, this fluctuation was quickly frozen by an even colder and more merciless light.
"Shua!"
Zhao Lie took out a sealed metal can from the leather bag that was tied to his thigh and threw it at Gu Zhengyang. "Leader, don't say that I'm bullying you because you are seriously ill. This is a battlefield stimulant of the latest formula. It has the effect of suppressing wounds and improving the sensitivity of nerves. It fell from the sky last night. Do you want to give it a try?"
Gu Zhengyang weighed the metal can in his hand and tossed it back to Zhao Lie softly. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrow and bellowed, "That will be unnecessary!"
Before he could finish his words, the thin and sickly man suddenly turned into a glaring Vajra. "Thump, thump, thump, thump." He took four steps in a row, each step covering about three to five meters, leaving deep footprints on the ground as he pounced toward Zhao Lie.
After every step he took, the metallic colors on his body would be more intense. By the time he reached Zhao Lie, he seemed to have been made of iron.
It was especially so for his right arm. Other than the metallic colors, there was a feeling of translucency, as if it had been carved out of diamonds!
"Nice one!"
Zhao Lie widened his eyes and shrieked. Instead of catching the metal can that Gu Zhengyang threw back, he raised his leg and kicked the metal can back to his opponent heavily.
While the can was still in midair, it could not bear the spiritual energy that he blew into it anymore. It expanded and exploded brutally!
BAM!
The stimulants on the battlefield and the scraps of the metal can were thrown at Gu Zhengyang like a storm!
However tough Gu Zhengyang's body was, it was inevitable that the overwhelming liquids and scraps of metal blocked his vision and disrupted his rhythm.
Taking the opportunity, Zhao Lie breathed quickly and uttered the roars of a steam engine.
When he breathed in, his entire lower abdomen collapsed deeply. There was only a layer of skin between his abdomen and his spine, but his chest rose high, as if a hundred bombs had exploded inside.
When he breathed in, it was exactly the opposite. His abdomen was as round as a drum, but his chest collapsed weirdly, and his ribs were clearly visible.
Such deep breaths were repeated three times every second. In the blink of an eye, the redness of the Blood Eagle tattoo on his chest had spread all over his body.
His right arm, in particular, had expanded and extended by half a foot. His five fingers were elongated in cracking noises, and coldly shining spurs were growing out of his joints and fingertips!
BOOM!
The two of them attacked and dodged almost at the same time.
A gigantic ghost claw appeared out of nowhere and brushed past Gu Zhengyang's shoulder, taking away three bloody threads from his shoulder that was as hard as iron and leaving a pit half a foot deep and more than two meters long on the ground behind him. It almost looked like the footprint of a dinosaur.
A cluster of wind that was glittering in gold and surrounded by purple lightning lunged out of Gu Zhengyang's fist, brushing past Zhao Lie's left rib narrowly and hitting a tank behind him in deafening noises.
They were still three to five meters away from each other, but the door of the tank, which was made of three layers of iron plates, was deeply dented, as if it had been hit by a battering ram. After an earsplitting noise, the entire tank was moved five meters to the side, raising a storm of dust!
All the villagers were so awed by the shocking attacks of Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie that they even forgot to shout for a moment.
Even Li Yao was secretly shocked and awed by the weirdness and toughness of the arts in the Land of Sins.
Gu Zhengyang and Zhao Lie were naturally much weaker than him, a top-tier expert in the Divinity Transformation Stage.
However, the efficiency of their exploitation of life and soul had reached an unimaginable level.
To put it more simply, if Li Yao had 100 points of life and soul, he would be able to wield 105 points of combat ability.
Then, they might have 20 points of life and soul, but when boosted by the extreme arts and fatal techniques, they would be able to trigger 30 points of combat ability!
The Immortal Cultivators who created such arts and techniques, and even the entire Land of Sins, were all unpardonable bastards, but they were indeed evil geniuses, too!
Li Yao sensed the arts of spiritual energy circulation of the two experts from the Land of Sins in silence, learning the essence of them and preparing to melt them into his own model of spiritual energy circulation.
"Grandpa Yao …"
Han Te pulled Li Yao's mechanical arm worriedly.
"Don't be hasty. Let's wait and see."
Li Yao vibrated his soul and inputted information into Han Te's brain. "Your master still has the ability to fight."
The tanks had turned into an ocean of bloody claws and fists.
In the middle of the flying sand, one could only vaguely see a streak of red brilliance and a streak of gold brilliance. Deafening noises that sounded like the collapse of a skyscraper could be heard. However hard everybody craned their neck, they could not see the process of their battle.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic bloody claw emerged from the dust. Everyone thought that it was Zhao Lie's attack that had missed again. However, the bloody claw seemed to have its own will. It grabbed an iron tank that was used as a guardrail, tore off a piece of steel plate from it, and smashed it into the dust!
Gu Zhengyang grunted, and the bronze brilliance dimmed. Blood was everywhere in the sand!
"Ahhh!"
Han Te, the Coloured Glaze, and the villagers who supported Gu Zhengyang all exclaimed.
"Great!"
The villagers who supported Zhao Lie cheered aloud.
Li Yao was the only one who said affirmatively, "The outcome has been decided. The village leader has won!"
"What?"
Han Te and the Coloured Glaze were slightly dazed. They were about to say something when an ear-splitting shriek suddenly echoed in the sand. The overwhelming bloody claws were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a fist made of hundreds of electric arcs rushed out and blew one of the tanks away. It spun more than ten times in midair before it crashed into a pile of garbage!
Amidst the dust and sand, there was no other sound except for heavy breathing.
The dust gradually settled.
Everybody held their breath and bulged their eyes, observing the sand carefully.
The first one to be exposed from the sand was Gu Zhengyang.
His entire body was dripping with blood. There was barely any intact part of his flesh. The six interconnected bloody marks on his chest were almost revealing his bones.
His right arm was pitch black and wrinkled like a withered vine, and it hung weakly from his shoulder while swaying, causing him to be in an extremely sorry state.
On his opposite side …
Zhao Lie's eyes were bulging, and his mouth was opened to the maximum. Red smoke was popping up. His chest that had the tattoo of a bloody eagle collapsed deeply and could not return to normal for a long time. Countless metal scraps were pierced into his body. They were all 'bullets' made of broken iron plates.
Gu Zhengyang tore apart the iron plates with the edge of his fists and darted them into Zhao Lie's body like bullets. Zhao Lie couldn't hold on any longer. He fell on one of his knees before Gu Zhengyang and supported himself with his hands shivering. The red smoke popping out of his mouth gradually condensed into thick blood.
He struggled several times to stand up but failed. Kneeling on one knee was already his limit.
He seemed to have never thought that he would fail. His eyes were still filled with disbelief and pain. After resting for a long time, he finally asked, "Your strength … has been recovered?"
After a brief silence, Gu Zhengyang said, "You need to treat your wounds immediately."
Zhao Lie grinned miserably. He crawled to the saber that he had stabbed into the ground at the beginning on his hands and knees. He drew it out brutally and threw it at Gu Zhengyang. After a clang, it landed next to Gu Zhengyang's feet. "I've failed. Bring it on."
"Dad!"
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