"Stop!"
At the last moment, Minghe's silver rapier finally arrived. The tip of his sword vibrated at high speed like a drill bit. With a sharp whistling sound, it pierced towards Zuo Zhicheng's back.
In the eyes of the bystanders, this sword was extremely fast and sharp. They could only vaguely see a flash of silver light, but it gave off a glaring feeling, as if the tip of the sword was sweeping across their faces.
His heart, will, thoughts, Qi, and momentum were all gathered in this sword. It could be said that this sword had reached Minghe's limits in terms of strength and speed. He was confident that he could pierce through a steel plate in front of him.
In the face of Minghe's all-out slash, Zuo Zhicheng had no choice but to come to a halt for the first time. He turned around slightly and unknowingly, a tactical dagger had appeared in his hand. The dagger clashed with the rapier in a series of crackling sounds and countless sparks flashed between them.
Although Zuo Zhicheng could fight Minghe with his bare hands, he had never thought of holding back or showing mercy to Minghe, who was armed with a weapon.
In the next moment, the rapier shattered, and Minghe flew backward. While he was in mid-air, his face was already splattered with blood.
He rolled and half-knelt on the ground. His face was full of horror. In just a short second, he felt as if he was walking on a tightrope. If he was careless, his life would be taken away. Even his master, the Red Sun Monk, had never given him that kind of pressure, that kind of threat of death.
Minghe's full-strength attack only stopped Zuo Zhicheng for a second. When his sword shattered and he retreated, Zuo Zhicheng took a step forward and appeared in front of Ah Hai.
At this moment, Ah Hai had just seized the opportunity to get up when he saw a fist coming down like a mountain. It was as if the entire sky was covered by this heavy fist. Under the force of despair, before the fist reached Ah Hai's body, the strong wind blowing against his face made him feel pain.
"Ahhh!"
He opened his mouth and let out a roar. He wanted to fight it out with Zuo Zhicheng, but before he could shout, his roar was suppressed by Zuo Zhicheng's fist.
However, he couldn't care less at this point. He opened his palms, and his veins and muscles bulged like two blood-red claws. He clawed viciously at Zuo Zhicheng's stomach.
That was the martial art that made him famous, the Blood Tiger Claw of the Blood Rain Tiger Demon Kill. When he practiced it, he would have to kill an adult tiger with his bare hands every day. He would cut open its stomach with his claws and use the tiger blood to nourish his hands.
As time passed, his claws became stronger and more nimble. Once he held his breath and concentrated, he would have the power to tear apart tigers and leopards. Who knew how many people in the underworld had died under this pair of tiger claws.
However, at this moment, Ah Hai did not have the slightest bit of confidence when facing the demonic god-like man before him. The reason why he didn't choose to take Zuo Zhicheng's punch head-on, but chose to attack his stomach instead, was that he wanted his opponent to consider his injuries and withdraw his attack. This would buy time for the others to rescue him.
However, he was completely wrong. Zuo Zhicheng's fist didn't change at all. It was as if he couldn't see Ah Hai's bloody claws. He continued to attack Ah Hai's head with his original trajectory.
The bloody claws clawed at Zuo Zhicheng's stomach without any resistance. Under normal circumstances, Ah Hai only needed to exert a little force to cut open his opponent's stomach. He would even pull out his opponent's intestines, stomach, and blood vessels.
But this time, Ah Hai felt as if his palm had struck a steel plate. Not only could his claws not penetrate it, but a violent rebounding force had also shaken his hands, causing them to ache and go numb.
"Devil's Golden Body?"
A look of shock flashed across Ah Hai's eyes. The next moment, a powerful force exploded in his head. He didn't even have time to react to the pain before his head exploded completely. A pile of red and white liquid splattered all over Zuo Zhicheng's body.
However, after activating the Devil's Golden Body, Zuo Zhicheng's skin seemed to be covered by an invisible force field. The white and red liquid splattered on his skin and bounced away.
On the other side, Brother Yuwen, Brother Yuwen, Bai Youling, and Minghe all looked at the twitching headless body on the ground with ghastly expressions.
His face was a mixture of shock and anger.
From the beginning to the end, Zuo Zhicheng's sudden attack to Ah Hai's death, less than ten seconds had passed. Ah Hai, the second strongest among them, had died just like that.
If he wanted you to die, you would die. No matter how many people were protecting you, you would still have to die.
Zuo Zhicheng's boundless domineering aura was vividly expressed. Minghe and the others, as well as the other martial masters and apprentices nearby, were all horrified.
He Minghai's mouth was wide open. His brain couldn't even process what had just happened.
"What's going on? How is this possible? How can Zuo Zhicheng be so strong? How can he be so strong? "
When he thought about how he had wanted to subdue Ye Xiwen, an extremely absurd feeling welled up in his heart.
On the other side, Hoodlum and the others were even more shocked. Although they knew that Zuo Zhicheng was very powerful, they had never expected Zuo Zhicheng to be this powerful.
Among the crowd, Qin Wu's feelings were the most complicated. As the Dojo Master who had a good relationship with Xiao Jingyang, he had always hoped that Zuo Zhicheng would disappear. He had failed. However, at this moment, after Zuo Zhicheng had turned the tide and dealt with the people from Hell's Gate, Qin Wu heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt a lingering sense of jealousy and disgust.
On the other hand, Qing Yueqiu had a completely different opinion.
Zuo Zhicheng's strength seemed to have been raised to another level. A guess that had previously been thrown out of their minds appeared in their minds.
"Could it be that Zuo Zhicheng … is Gui Quan?"
However, now was not the time to think about this. Almost at the moment when Zuo Zhicheng killed Ah Hai with a single punch, Qing Yueqiu and the others were completely nervous.
"Get ready to attack!"
"Disperse the crowd!"
"Release the signal!"
A whistling arrow pierced through the sky. The soldiers who had been lying in ambush a few streets away had already rushed to the dojo's location.
In the next moment, a scorching hot feeling enveloped the entire dojo. Everyone suddenly felt their mouths go dry.
Zuo Zhicheng looked up and saw a red-robed monk standing on top of the wall. His eyes were flashing with a demonic light.
The monk put his palms together and a red sun rose behind him. Everyone felt as if they had suddenly come from winter to the hottest days of the summer.
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