Chapter 1535 - 1536: Speed Is the Ultimate Attack
Yang Fei has lived for over 20 years, and he's never heard such a cocky greeting.
He slowly turned his head, his whole body enveloped in True Martial Qi Force, body taut.
He seemed like an Ox Horn Great Bow, with the bowstring drawn, ready to activate his energies.
Yang Fei instantly sensed that the approaching person was an outstanding master, far more dangerous than the Goddess Envoy he had killed.
The Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei spun rapidly, issuing a chilling warning, indicating the might and danger of the comer.
Yang Fei turned inch by inch and saw Chu Zhuang.
Chu Zhuang's complexion was somewhat pale, the smile at the corner of his mouth femininely enchanting to the extreme.
Yang Fei noticed the dagger in Chu Zhuang's hand, looking quite ordinary.
However, Yang Fei knew this dagger was far more dangerous than a Barrett Heavy Sniper.
Chu Zhuang caught sight of Yang Fei, his eyes lit up, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"I didn't expect to meet such an exceptional man here, I like it."
The dagger in his hand spun casually, dazzling cold gleams, his finger pointing at Yang Fei.
"Join me, and I won't kill you."
Yang Fei had already regained his calm demeanor, lazily shrugged.
"Join you? Where did you crawl out from, you dead ~ demon?"
Until now, the Night Clan maidens, who were in training, noticed Chu Zhuang, and everyone jumped in shock.
The training Yang Fei had conducted in recent days yielded good results.
Ye Shengge immediately led 18 Night Clan maidens, tumbling and forming formations, surrounding Chu Zhuang.
More than a dozen Night Clan warriors, in groups of three, altogether formed six groups, mutually covering each other.
The arena was silent, with waves of killing intent released from these Night Clan warriors, enveloping Chu Zhuang.
Chu Zhuang furrowed his brows, discovering these Night Clan ants weren't as weak as he had imagined.
They had undergone these few days of training, undergoing strange changes.
Yang Fei looked at Chu Zhuang smugly: "Want to fight? I've got plenty of people."
Chu Zhuang found it both funny and annoying, looking at Yang Fei lazily, eyes full of amusement.
"You think these ants can do anything to me? Ridiculous!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly moved.
The grayish figure pulled out a trail of shadows in the air! The whole void was filled with sharp cries.
Night Clan warriors, all struck.
Their scimitars or daggers flashed like lightning, but all missed.
"Ah, oh…"
One could hear the exclaimed voices, with the daggers and scimitars all dropped on the ground.
Blood flowed from the arms of every Night Clan maiden, all suffered severe injuries.
Chu Zhuang's figure, like a melting candle, reformed not far from Yang Fei.
He looked at Yang Fei provocatively: "Feel the power of the god."
Yang Fei's expression grew serious.
This guy clearly had broken through the True Martial Realm, but that's not the most terrifying.
The most terrifying was his speed, far exceeding normal True Martial Masters.
This was evidently due to incredible personal talent, impossible for others to reach through training.
In the world of Martial Arts, speed conquers all!
When one's speed reaches a certain realm, their combat power can exceed peers tenfold!
Yang Fei squinted his eyes, gaze flickering, looking at Chu Zhuang indifferently.
"I have to tell you, you're already qualified to fight me."
Chu Zhuang was stunned, then laughed heartily, his laughter filled with anger.
He considered himself a god, unexpectedly insulted by Yang Fei so casually.
The next second, Yang Fei took off running, shouting loudly.
"Run everyone, don't argue with a mad dog!"
All the Night Clan masters were dumbfounded watching Yang Fei, running swiftly.
Not long ago, this guy was passionately teaching the Night Clan warriors how to be brave warriors.
Yet now, he was fleeing faster than a rabbit.
All the Night Clan maidens couldn't help but spit a mouthful of saliva.
Yang Fei's grand image collapsed in their hearts.
True Martial Artist Yang Fei led the retreat, so Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang could only follow in defeat.
The opponent was too formidable; staying would only mean unnecessary sacrifice.
Chu Zhuang didn't expect this guy, who was recently so bold, provoking him, now running away like a lost dog, he couldn't help but laugh heartily!
Watching as Yang Fei was about to disappear out of sight, Chu Zhuang sneered.
"Hmph, you think you can escape? Give me your life!"
Chu Zhuang's figure flickered, then vanished.
Only seeing the red cape in the void, like an arrow shot out.
Chu Zhuang intended to kill this guy instantly, then turn around to slowly deal with the Night Clan women.
Yang Fei was fast, but seemingly could not compare with Chu Zhuang.
Chu Zhuang flickered, getting within less than 500 meters from Yang Fei.
At this moment, Yang Fei seemed to panic, actually stumbling and falling, a rather ridiculous scene.
Chu Zhuang couldn't help but laugh heartily.
This guy was also a True Martial master, yet so cowardly.
The dagger in his hand already began emanating a sharp killing intent.
True Martial Qi Force entwined around his dagger, forming a forceful whirlpool!
Swoosh!
The next moment, Chu Zhuang, like a hawk catching a rabbit, swooped down at Yang Fei.
His dagger, wrapped in True Martial Qi Force, stabbed at Yang Fei's back.
Chu Zhuang was completely confident of killing this turtle-like guy with a single move.
But just then, Yang Fei suddenly flipped over, grinning viciously.
A hard-to-imagine murderous aura emerged from Yang Fei's embrace.
The chilling cold made Chu Zhuang's cortex tingle, his hair standing on end.
Yang Fei held a ** in his arms, the black muzzle aimed at Chu Zhuang.
Chu Zhuang didn't recognize **, but the keen sense of danger of a True Martial master alerted him immediately of this black object's threat!
Chu Zhuang screamed, abruptly stopping his advance, flipping to the left.
Bang, bang bang!
Yang Fei fired without hesitation, bullets whistling out.
A large bloom of blood spread over Chu Zhuang's shoulder.
He yelled, his pretty boy face contorting in pain, his figure vanished suddenly in the void.
Yang Fei understood Chu Zhuang wasn't invisible, but his speed had reached the limit.
The human retina could no longer capture his silhouette.
He simply closed his eyes, relying on Tortoise Mirror to capture Chu Zhuang's movement in the air, ** firing non-stop.
Bullets screamed, shooting at the seemingly empty air.
The next second, Chu Zhuang's figure, over 1000 meters away, emerged.
He fell through the air like an eagle with broken wings, landing lightly on the stone steps.
Chu Zhuang's heart had a big hole, with half an arm missing, looking very miserable.