The moon in the sky was shrouded by dark clouds. The Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, which had been able to see under the moonlight, suddenly turned completely dark.
In this darkness, two ghostly figures flashed through the crowd. The pillars, stone blocks, furniture, the floor, and even the human bodies around them were cut open and sent flying.
As the figures crossed each other, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly had a machete in his hand.
On the other side, Blood Rakshasa felt the pain in her stomach from the man's punch in the room. She screamed and once again brought her two swords and turned into a whirlwind, rolling towards the masked man in front of her.
"I'm going to kill you!"
The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out. It was the sound of the machete clashing with the sword. In the darkness, the machete and the long sword drew long sparks in the air from time to time.
Screams, roars, and panic in the crowd. Under the illumination of the sparks, there were distorted faces. One was angry, and the other was a cold mask.
In less than ten seconds, the metal sparks on the training field of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club had connected into a series of light paths.
Even though the light was flickering, everyone could still make out that the one fighting against Xue Luosha right now was a man with a muscular body.
The two figures kept crossing each other. The soft swords, which were more than three meters long, were like two pythons, wrapping around the man and the woman. They kept strangling each other.
However, under this graceful dance, there was a shocking killing intent hidden.
In this fierce attack and defense, Blood Rakshasa was like a frightened wolf, screaming from time to time. On the other hand, the man opposite her was as calm as a piece of hard ice. He did not make any sound.
Swish!
Another streak of blood spread out on Blood Rakshasa's shoulder. Just a few centimeters away, and her entire right hand would have been cut off. Under such circumstances, her face was flushed, as if she had just had sex. Her eyes were full of excitement.
In just over ten moves, she had clearly realized that her opponent was superior to her in terms of strength, speed, explosiveness, agility, and accuracy. This was naturally because although Zuo Zhicheng's Innate Qi was not as strong as his in terms of unit strength, the area it covered was much larger than his. The explosive power it created was much greater than the Blood Rakshasa's.
What was even more terrifying was that every time the other party attacked, every move was fatal. It was even more vicious than the martial arts of the Underworld Sect.
The man in front of him was a colder and crueler killer than him.
But sometimes, the difference between victory and defeat wasn't just a comparison of physical strength and technique.
Another metallic spark lit up in the darkness. The next moment, Zuo Zhicheng's machete seemed to be unable to withstand the force of the two forces and broke into two with a bang.
It was at this moment that a faint smile appeared on the corners of Xue Luosha's mouth. The mechanism on the hilt of the Red Dust Slayer sword in her right hand was activated by her finger, and the fire oil flowed out along the patterns on the sword's spine.
In the next moment, the Blood Rakshasa charged forward. The long sword slashed across the ground at high speed, creating a series of metallic sparks. The tip of the sword even emitted the smell of burning metal.
With a boom, the high heat was ignited, and the kerosene began to burn on the blade. Thus, the entire 'Red Dust Beheader' was like a wheel of fire as it ruthlessly pressed down on Zuo Zhicheng, whose machete had already been broken.
Stream of Fire, Great Heavenly Blade!
Under the blazing flames, Xue Luosha's body and clothes were drenched in blood. Her fiery red clothes reflected the light of the flames, making her look like a goddess of fire. She carried with her surging heatwaves as if she wanted to incinerate everything in the world.
Under this shocking fire, Jiang Tien-cheng, Xiao Jingyang, Chang Qi, Xiao Changhe, Zhou Xingyun, Wang Qiang, and most of the martial artists in the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club finally saw the man's figure and the pure white mask on his face.
Just as they were looking at the man who was about to be engulfed in flames, some were worried, some were frightened, and some were desperate. The man moved slightly and kicked a machete up from the ground.
It was only when the machete hit the blade of the 'Red Dust Slayer' that the Blood Rakshasa's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. At the feet of the man, there were more than ten machetes densely packed together.
'He … he actually has the energy to set up a trap in such an intense battle.'
'He kicked all the machetes on the ground to this position in advance and calculated the time when the machetes would break.'
Just like the plan to deal with Chang Qi previously, he lured the opponent to attack with all his might and expose a flaw. The strategy was simple, but it was more deadly and dangerous.
The Blood Rakshasa was still charging towards Zuo Zhicheng with flames. However, she was blocked by the flying machetes and her movements slowed down. Then, one after another, the machetes shot towards the Blood Rakshasa and the Red Dust Slayer like bolts of lightning.
The Red Dust Slayer wanted to move forward, but it was difficult for him to move forward at high speed due to the continuous impact.
He wanted to dodge, but that meant that he had to let go of the Red Dust Slayer and the surging heatwaves in his hands.
Looking at the empty white face, the Blood Rakshasa laughed.
"I'll kill you!"
The woman shrank her body as she screamed crazily, allowing the silver machetes to graze her shoulders, arms, thighs, and waist. The woman, who was covered in blood, looked like a Shura from hell.
Seeing the woman charging towards him crazily, her hair drying and curling in the surging heatwaves, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes were still as cold as ice.
In the next second, the blazing flames engulfed the two of them. Then, it lasted for less than 0.1 seconds. With a loud bang, the invincible fist force hit the Blood Rakshasa's lower abdomen. The fiery red figure flew out like a meteor amidst the loud bang.
The Blood Rakshasa's face was twisted in pain, but the surprise in her eyes was even stronger. 'His coat is fireproof?'
Of course it was fireproof. A few days ago, when Zuo Zhicheng smelled the smell of kerosene on the Blood Rakshasa's body at the entrance of the dojo, he had started preparing this fireproof coat.
The raw material used was alum, which was used as medicine in the new port. Zuo Zhicheng used it to make aluminum hydroxide, which was then smeared on the coat. Once the temperature exceeded 220 degrees, the aluminum hydroxide would absorb heat and decompose to lower the temperature.
It was because of this step of preparation, followed by a series of traps, that the Blood Rakshasa suffered a great loss.
Boom boom boom boom boom! It was unknown how many walls Xue Luosha had smashed through, but a series of exclamations could be heard coming from the neighboring residences.
At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone on the world once again. Jiang Tien-cheng and Xiao Jingyang stared blankly at the scene in the courtyard. There were torn and smashed wreckage everywhere, as if dozens of elephants had trampled on it.
From the moment Xue Luosha cried out to the moment Zuo Zhicheng sent her flying with a punch, less than one minute had passed. And yet, the two of them had moved so quickly that it was as though they were dancing on the tip of a blade.
Crisp and clean, elegant and vicious. When the Blood Rakshasa was sent flying with a punch by Zuo Zhicheng, everyone who was watching felt like they were in a dream.
It was only when the man's cold gaze swept over them that they felt a suffocating feeling, waking them up. Under the white mask, no expression could be seen. Coupled with the black coat, the man was like the king of the night, cold and arrogant.
"Gui … Gui Quan?"
Everyone stared at him, dumbfounded. No one knew who was the first to shout, but in the next moment, the man's body moved slightly, and he was already chasing in the direction where the Blood Rakshasa had disappeared. His figure was completely submerged in the night.
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