Chapter 46: Battle Again

  Zhao Heng leaped high, one foot kicked out, and he flew off the stage like a cannonball, heavily crashing in front of Fei Hu Ge and his men. He let out a few mournful cries before fainting away. At this time, Zhao Heng was covered in blood, looking ferocious and frightening, but most of it was his opponents' blood. Although there were several wounds on his body, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

  Zhao Heng still stood upright, with more than 70 people lying around him on the stage.

  Fei Hu Ge and Du Yan Biao were shocked, unable to speak a word, their palms sweating. The black-clothed woman was also rubbing her eyes, as if no one dared to believe that the guy who had been pretending to be weak was so powerful. Originally confident Fei Hu Ge and his two companions suddenly felt a chill, for the first time feeling that even a hundred brothers might not be able to withstand Zhao Heng.

  "Come again!"

  Zhao Heng licked the fresh blood on his knife, his expression was murderous. He then shouted out words that made people collapse, standing tall on the high stage, still holding the knife high. His mouth let out a thunderous howl, the sound waves rolling down from the stage like a tsunami, each sound like a stone, shaking the entire bar into an uproar.

  His eyes were filled with provocation and disdain, the blood on his body seemed to permeate even the air, causing others to hastily retreat and scatter. For some reason, after a fierce killing spree, Zhao Heng didn't feel tired at all; instead, he felt that his state had reached an unprecedented level of excellence, as if he could go another round.

  The intense tremors that had been building up in his body were no longer violent, but instead flowed out gently like a steady stream, spreading throughout his entire being. His strength was now like a spring, constantly replenished, and the battles he fought seemed to hone him like a whetstone, making Zhao Heng increasingly sharp. At this moment, with his sword held high towards the sky, Zhao Heng felt himself merging into the universe, forgetting his own existence.

  Five swordsmen appear on stage!

  Flying Tiger's fist clenched tightly, roaring: "Kill him!"

  Five indifferent men jumped onto the stage at the same time, neat and uniform, their figures emerging around Zhao Heng like ghosts, holding swords silently, each with a stern air, clearly all top-notch experts. Their eyes looking at Zhao Heng were like staring at beasts waiting to be slaughtered, with a hint of playfulness and disdain.

  Yes, in their eyes, Zhao Heng was no different from a dying beast at this time. Although Zhao Heng's spirit was still high, they knew that Zhao Heng had been fighting with more than 70 opponents to the death, and his physical and mental strength must have been exhausted. It was expected that he had already reached the point of exhaustion, and it would be difficult for him to resist their attack.

  "Little one, hit the road..."

  Without waiting for the man in front of him to finish speaking, Zhao Heng swung his knife out with all his might, leaving no room for mercy. As for fighting against multiple opponents with a small number of people, Zhao Heng had encountered this situation many times during his training with Feng Shu's wolf pack, so he was very experienced in this regard. The direction of the knife swing was precisely where the two enemies' bodies overlapped.

  The most unfavorable blind spot for joint attack.

  The words had not been fully spoken, when Zhao Heng's knife came down like a mountain, and the man was greatly shocked. He swallowed his words and hastily raised his short knife to meet the attack. With a loud clang of metal on metal, the man stumbled backward, blood flowing from his tiger's mouth, his right hand shaking uncontrollably like an autumn leaf: "You... shameless..."

  That man uttered three words and couldn't hold on, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his whole body softening like a snake skin bag on the ground. Not only did the flying tigers in the distance tremble with fear, but even the four knife-wielding men on stage were taken aback, never expecting Zhao Heng to stun his companion with just one slash, and their initially disdainful attitude tightened slightly.

  "Kill!"

  The two people in front of them were the fastest, the one on the left was using a black military dagger, and more than ten dazzling knife lights flashed out, stabbing towards Zhao Heng's upper three roads. The other person used a long knife, suddenly rolling on the ground, the knife light flashing, continuously intersecting, the tip of the knife pointing to Zhao Heng's calf tendon, the two people attacked from top to bottom.

  Zhao Heng swung his blood-stained battle knife, surging with a fierce killing aura. Without even a moment's pause, he charged forward, striking out with one swift slash of his long knife, which seemed to casually graze the tip of the soldier's spear, causing the soldier to immediately sense something was amiss. In ordinary clashes between soldiers, the weaker side would usually have their blades knocked away.

  He had reserved his strength, so he would be shaken open by Zhao Heng himself, and it was just in time to give way to the front, and the two brothers behind could form a wave of attacks. This method was one of their formations used to deal with masters, but now the bayonet was not shaken open, on the contrary, Zhao Heng's strength became smaller.

  The military stabbed with great force, suppressing the past, which made the knife hand that was originally going to retreat lean forward, like a flying swallow diving into fire, involuntarily. At the moment of collision, Zhao Heng's elbow heavily collided with his chest, Bang! The knife hand sprayed out a mouthful of blood and fell out, the chest plate clearly transmitted the sound of rupture, and then fell to the ground.

  It hurt, that was his last memory before he fainted.

  At the same time, Zhao Heng's foot was stepping on the middle of another knife-wielding man's blade, pinning it down like a nail. To avoid Zhao Heng's foot coming down from above, the knife-wielding man on the ground not only rolled around in all directions but also changed the position of his long knife more than ten times in succession, yet he was still trampled by Zhao Heng in the end.

  "Right!"

  The long knife broke into two under Zhao Heng's force, and his toes immediately kicked up, unimpeded, and pierced the man's chest. Blood spurted out of the man's mouth like an arrow, and the two men who followed behind him obviously did not expect that their two powerful companions would be solved by Zhao Heng in an instant. Zhao Heng's killing made them solemn.

  Zhao Heng let out a hearty laugh, his laughter sounding like God's cold hum in everyone's ears.

  The last two men suppressed the fear in their hearts, raised their long knives and approached Zhao Heng from both sides. One stepped with his left foot and the other with his right foot, as if there was an invisible thread connecting them, filling the air with a sense of harmony. The knives in their hands trembled slightly, conveying their intention to strike with all their might.

  Zhao Heng did not stand there waiting for them to attack, he charged forward with his saber at an angle.

  His footsteps on the floor were heavy and powerful, making a loud noise, like a drumbeat that was playing an exciting rhythm. The air seemed to become thick and heavy, filled with a strong sense of combat. The arc-shaped curve at the corner of Zhao Heng's mouth made him look like a bloodthirsty dragon under the light, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, making people's hearts beat uncontrollably.

  Zhao Heng seemed to have a peculiar talent, that is, as long as he was willing, his every move would naturally become the center of attention, and the gaze of others would set off his dazzling brilliance like stars surrounding the moon, giving rise to a feeling of piercing pain in one's eyes.

  The woman in black slightly bit her lip, although she had been through many rivers and lakes for many years, but she couldn't help saying that Zhao Heng made her eyes shine brightly.

  If the previous intelligence had shown her a fierce Zhao Heng, giving her and her master a deeper understanding and interest in subduing him, then now Zhao Heng was declaring to her with strength and bravery that he was a treasured sword that would eventually break out of its scabbard, and one that neither she nor her master could control.

  "Kill! Kill him!!"

  Two knife-wielding men let out a loud, tearing cry. Zhao Heng's face still wore that carefree expression, but his movements were without the slightest hesitation. In an instant, the three bodies clashed together. The notched blade in Zhao Heng's hand stabbed into one of their shoulder joints, and fresh blood spurted out instantly.

  The blade tip emerged from the thick back shoulder, and the long blade had turned a deep crimson color. The blood flowed down like a small stream along the blade tip, and as the enemy on the left let out a pained cry, Zhao Heng had already grasped the wrist of the knife hand on the right side, twisted it, and snatched away the long knife with one sweep, and another burst of fresh blood flew out, dyeing his entire body red.

  The two crashed down, severely injured and unable to fight back.

  "Go away, don't come over here."

  Zhao Heng slowly walked up to a Qing Bang member who was half-kneeling on the ground, and with a loud "slap", he stomped his foot down on him like an ant on the carpet. He then slowly walked towards Fei Hu Ge, whose face looked unpleasant, and Du Yan Biao, who was shouting at the others to continue charging forward while taking steps back, and also warning Zhao Heng: "Halt!"

  Zhao Heng ignored them, and the more than ten remaining henchmen first rushed forward, but seeing Zhao Heng's unbeatable momentum, they all retreated backwards. They were very clear in their minds that even if they fought to the death, it would be futile. This Zhao Heng was simply a devil... really, really too terrifying.

  Zhao Heng's battle knife was like a sharp arrow, wherever it passed, the waves subsided and the blood mist rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Heng had cut through seven or eight people, the Qing Bang members were lying on the ground in all directions, their bodies bleeding profusely, seeping into the carpet, no longer having any fighting power. Zhao Heng let out a cold laugh:

  Continue...

  The remaining members of the Qingbang had their faces exposed and collapsed.