Chapter 58: Titanium Thorn

  It's windy and a bit chilly!

  The weather in Huahai was always unpredictable, with the residual heat of midsummer lingering during the day and the chill of autumn and winter surging at night. This evening was destined to be even more sinister. Although there were still many people coming and going inside and outside the restaurant, in Zhao Heng's eyes they seemed to have all gone into hiding. He stared only at the man in black from start to finish.

  A young man in a suit of expensive clothes, but his murderous aura could not be concealed. When he felt Zhao Heng's gaze on him, he took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter that spun around in a circle, blowing out a smoke ring and then shaking his lips, as if issuing a challenge to Zhao Heng: I'm waiting for you here!

  The place where the man in black stood was the nearest route for Zhao Heng and his party to return to the west gate.

  "Brother Heng, what's wrong?"

  Qiao Pangzi felt that Zhao Heng was not quite right, so he raised his head and asked him a question. Zhao Heng smiled lightly and patted him on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear. Qiao Pangzi suddenly stopped in his tracks, disbelieving, and turned to look out of the open window, where he saw a man in black clothes staring at him with an ambiguous smile.

  The face hidden in the darkness exudes a deadly aura unique to carnivores.

  Qiao Yuncai couldn't help but shiver, his body hair standing on end with a 'whoosh' sound. It wasn't fear, but a human's instinctive reaction to danger. Then he slapped himself on the head in regret: "Old big brother, it's my fault again! I was just treating you guys to a meal, and yet we've been targeted by those Qing gangsters!"

  The door of the bustling restaurant, wafting out the aroma of wine and dishes, was like a bloodthirsty monster's open bloody mouth at this moment. The appearance of the young man was like the beast's menacing roar. Zhao Heng knew clearly that as soon as he walked out of the restaurant door, the other side would definitely take action without hesitation, and danger was spreading.

  "Fatty, we can't get away."

  Zhao Heng twisted his neck and spoke in a light tone: "You and Qing Guan stay here, I'll go meet him!" Although Zhao Heng couldn't be considered one of the top masters of Huaxia at present, he was still confident in dealing with ordinary masters. At least, after years of long-distance running, he had the confidence to shake off his enemies, but he couldn't let Song Qing Guan and Pangzi follow him into danger.

  So he wanted the two of them to stay in a crowded restaurant, and with Jiang Changlong secretly protecting them, the two were safe enough!

  "Brother Heng, let's report it to the police!"

  Qiao Yuncai looked at the outside, where light and darkness alternated, his face etched with worry: "The Qing Bang actually wants to take you down before Du Tianxiong's head wine is served. Tonight's action will be fraught with danger. If it's not a large group of Qing Bang disciples outside, then the person who came has exceptional martial arts skills. It's possible that both situations exist at the same time."

  Zhao Heng shook his head slightly, thinking to himself: "Zhang Xiaolin shouldn't dare play big tricks, this time it's probably just one person. If we call the police, it will only provoke Zhao Siqing, and if we're not killed by the Clear Stream Sect disciples, we'll be tormented to death by Zhao Siqing on the pretext of making a false report. That woman has been looking for an opportunity to vent her anger."

  "I'll just go with that guy then."

  Zhao Heng was very clear in his mind that Zhang Xiaolin could use the excuse of time difference or being away, but it also basically restricted the large-scale movement of Qingbang disciples. In this way, he couldn't explain to Du Tianxiong, so he judged that there would be only one person who would find trouble for himself tonight. Therefore, he wanted to defeat the black-clothed man as soon as possible and retreat back to Huada campus.

  "Fatty, you and Qing Guan hide, I'll make a quick battle!"

  Zhao Heng twisted his neck and took another glance at the young man, who had not taken his eyes off Zhao Heng from start to finish. Their gazes met, with a fierce and provocative expression in their eyes. A hint of a smile played on Zhao Heng's lips. Could this be one of the Ten Great Sharp Knives of Qing Bang? Iron Arhat? This guy seemed to have some skills.

  Waiting for oneself like this is really being reckless and ignorant of one's own death!

  Zhao Heng's face wore a smile, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

  Time slipped away in silence, the gentle breeze at night made people drowsy. Zhao Heng walked out of the restaurant alone, ignoring the students and diners who brushed past him, casting a glance at the black-clad man guarding the road to the west gate, and then, under the latter's anger, Zhao Heng made a contemptuous gesture.

  The next second, Zhao Heng pulled his leg and ran in the opposite direction of Ximen.

  The man in black saw Zhao Heng running and was slightly stunned, then a sneer flashed across his mouth. He flicked the cigarette in his hand and kicked off the railing to chase after him, blowing out a whistle at the same time. As he rushed into an alley, Zhao Heng's face changed color, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into the other person's trap.

  The man in black had guessed early on that he would run in the opposite direction.

  A gleam of light suddenly rose from the most unexpected side, two black-clad men emerged from the dark shadows, raised their hands, swung their knives, and timed it perfectly. Zhao Heng didn't even have time to adjust his direction as he ran, before being struck by a swift slash from shoulder to chest.

  "Plop!"

  In the darkness, clothes were torn apart.

  Although Zhao Heng exerted himself to dodge the two flying knives by leaning back, his clothes were still cut open and scars remained. The slight pain made him even more alert. The two flying knives chopped down in succession. With one hand supporting himself on the ground, Zhao Heng flipped over the two knives with a posture that ordinary people could hardly imagine, then heavily swept at the lower jaws of the two men.

  Bang!

  Two men in black clothes fell to the ground, their teeth falling out and bleeding profusely. Zhao Heng felt that bloodthirsty pleasure once again, watching as the fear and pain filled his opponent's eyes, listening to the desperate and hopeless cries, he felt a deep appreciation and joy from within.

  Two of the attackers were also very powerful, and after falling to the ground for less than two seconds, they got up again. Two flashes of knives intersected and slashed towards Zhao Heng's neck. Zhao Heng, who had already stood firm, took a step back. When the two knives were only less than three inches away from his body, Zhao Heng's body was like a willow branch that seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly broke in half.

  His entire body leaned back incredibly, then he drew a semicircle with his heels as the axis, and after a moment, he floated to their backs like a gust of wind, lightly lifting his right palm to pat the shoulders of the two, a seemingly simple action, but Zhao Heng's execution was incredibly exquisite.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Two men's shoulders were struck by Zhao Heng like a shooting star, one sour and one numb, one soft, their arms immediately became weak and powerless. Before they could retreat, Zhao Heng pounced on them like a leopard, his left foot stomping through the air to strike their chest. The two black-clad men were instantly kicked out, rolling on the ground for several meters before stopping.

  "Whoosh!"

  Before the two men got up to fight again, a sudden and unexpected sharp weapon broke out from behind Zhao Heng's back. It was too fast! Although Zhao Heng had injured two black-clad men, he still kept three points of attention on the black-clad man chasing him from behind, but he still felt that he had underestimated his opponent's strength.

  When Zhao Heng sensed the killing intent behind him, a sharp awn suddenly appeared on his back like lightning.

  This process was as swift and incredible as a magic trick, and the black-clad man was indeed not ordinary! A thought flashed through Zhao Heng's mind, but he didn't turn his head to look back. Instead, he charged forward with a burst of speed, opening up a distance from the sharp blade that threatened his life. He snatched a saber from one of the black-clad men and counterattacked with a single slash.

  The man in black also felt as if he had encountered a monster.

  Anyone who has just made a full-force strike must go through a brief adjustment to catch their breath before they can make another attacking or defensive move. Even a highly trained martial artist can only shorten the time it takes to adjust and catch their breath, and he will take advantage of the gap after Zhao Heng's full-force strike.

  The black-clad man was completely caught off guard, as Zhao Heng seemed to not need any adjustment of his breath. After dodging the killing blow, he suddenly flashed out a knife flower with lightning speed, like a white light dragon whizzing by. Before the knife light had even dissipated, Zhao Heng had already leapt into the air and was slashing down at him with one swift motion.

  The sword light is like a flying dragon.

  In the dazzling light of the knife, the black-clad man not only saw his own thunder attack shattering and exploding in the knife light, but also clearly saw that Zhao Heng's ear had been cut out with a sharp and extremely hideous gash, yet Zhao Heng completely ignored it, pouncing over with a killing intent, he had to use all his strength to block the attack.

  Clang! The sound of metal colliding rang out, and both men retreated several steps back.

  Zhao Heng turned around, standing with his sword held horizontally, and in the distance, a young man's chest was heaving irregularly.

  Titanium?

  Zhao Heng gazed at the opponent's weapon, his eyes narrowing instantly!

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