Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Their palms collided, and a sonic boom erupted instantly!

Zhao Dong was immediately sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground as a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. In stark contrast, the lean man named A Sheng remained motionless, his expression as calm as still water. The difference in their strength was evident at a glance.

However, no one saw A Sheng's mouth twitch slightly. Though his body hadn't moved, Zhao Dong's palm strike had been formidable, leaving the web of A Sheng's hand with a dull ache.

Hong Wu watched this unfold with a faint smile before speaking to the fallen Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, you still have a chance to live if you surrender and beg for mercy now. I like your character, but you're too stubborn. I can give you that chance."

Zhao Dong used a table to push himself up from the floor. He spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his lips, and said coldly, "You aren't worthy of my surrender. The disgraceful acts of murder and arson you've committed in the East Sea these past few years are countless, and the common people cry out in suffering. Don't even think about me stooping to your level!"

Hong Wu's face darkened like a pool of black water. He turned to A Sheng and ordered coldly, "A Sheng, rip out his tongue and break every bone in his body."

"Yes, Lord Hong!"

A Sheng's figure flashed. In the space of a single breath, he was in front of Zhao Dong, swinging another palm at him. This time, Zhao Dong didn't meet it head-on. He dodged swiftly, finding an opening to land a punch on A Sheng's chest.

BANG!

His fist never connected. It was caught firmly in A Sheng's hand. A Sheng's lips curled into a cold smirk as he squeezed with crushing force.

CRACK! CRACK!

Zhao Dong groaned in pain, the veins on his forehead bulging. If he didn't break free, A Sheng would crush his hand to a pulp. With a low roar, Zhao Dong's other hand fisted and struck toward A Sheng's lower body while he simultaneously put all his strength into pulling his captured hand free.

A Sheng's body swayed slightly. Seizing the moment, Zhao Dong unleashed a vicious kick, his leg cutting through the air like a whirlwind straight toward A Sheng's groin.

A Sheng's expression flickered. He instantly released Zhao Dong's hand and dodged the kick.

"Shameless!" A Sheng huffed, his eyes turning sinister as he pressed forward again. His fists rained down on Zhao Dong like a violent storm.

At first, Zhao Dong managed to block, but he was quickly overwhelmed. A Sheng's punches relentlessly pounded his body.

CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of splintering bone echoed. Two or three of Zhao Dong's ribs and part of his sternum were broken. He let out a fierce roar, a fanatical gleam in his eyes. Abandoning all defense as if he had a death wish, he chose to trade blows.

Zhao Dong's fists hammered against A Sheng's body, producing a series of dull thuds.

Their exchange was a blur of motion. By choosing to meet force with force, Zhao Dong was undoubtedly getting the worst of it. He was already covered in his own blood.

Yet, A Sheng's face had also grown pale, a trace of shock in his eyes. I'm a pinnacle second-rank grandmaster. Dealing with him should be as easy as crushing a chick. Why is this taking so much effort?

In that brief moment of distraction, Zhao Dong's fist tore through the air like a cannonball, shattering A Sheng's guard and smashing into his jaw.

A Sheng's vision went dark as he staggered back a step. With a great shout, Zhao Dong's Spiritual Energy erupted. He leaped three feet into the air and brought his leg down on A Sheng's head like a sledgehammer.

A Sheng's expression changed, and he quickly brought both arms up to block.

BANG!

The floorboards beneath A Sheng's feet actually buckled slightly.

"You're pushing your luck, kid!" A Sheng was enraged and humiliated. A grandmaster of his caliber should not be struggling this much against Zhao Dong. He lunged, punching at Zhao Dong's ankle. But at that same moment, Zhao Dong's legs wrapped around A Sheng's neck and twisted fiercely.

A Sheng cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. Zhao Dong seized the opportunity, crashing down on him like Mount Tai as his fists rained down.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Caught off guard, A Sheng's face was struck several times, and he let out a guttural scream of agony.

A powerful wave of Spiritual Energy erupted from him, blasting Zhao Dong off.

After rolling a few times to regain his footing, Zhao Dong stood by the door, assuming a fighting stance. He stared coldly at A Sheng, whose face was now swollen on one side, his nose bent, one eye puffed shut, and his jaw grotesquely dislocated.

A Sheng's eyes burned with savage ferocity. He grabbed his own jaw, gave it a hard twist, and with a sickening crunch, snapped it back into place.

The others in the private room were stunned into silence. Zhao Dong's own expression changed. How much must that hurt?

"Your time is up," A Sheng snarled, his voice low. "This time, I won't hold back!" Now resembling an enraged stone lion, he kicked a nearby stool, which instantly exploded into fragments that shot toward Zhao Dong.

BOOM!

As Zhao Dong dodged the debris, a foot slammed hard into his chest. His vision blackened, the wind knocked out of him. He was sent flying into the wall before sliding to the floor.

It felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered. Lying there, covered in wounds and gasping for breath, his eyes still burned with an unyielding, defiant glare.

Hong Wu's voice rang out again. "Zhao Dong, I'm giving you one last chance. Surrender, or die!"

Zhao Dong wiped the blood from his mouth and offered a cold sneer. "If you've got the balls, then fucking kill me."

Hong Wu waved a dismissive hand. "Kill him."

"Yes!"

A Sheng's body flickered, becoming a blur that crossed the room in an instant. He stood over Zhao Dong, planting his foot on his neck.

"I can't tell your actual strength, but to have lasted this long against me means you're quite strong," A Sheng said coldly, his foot tensing to crush down. "Now, die."

"Wait!"

Xu Yafei's voice cut through the tension. A Sheng, Hong Wu, and the others all turned to look at her.

Hong Wu slowly narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto her. "Yafei, what is the meaning of this?"

Her face an icy mask, Xu Yafei stood up. "Hong Wu, you know Zhao Dong is my friend. I can't bear to watch you kill him in front of me."

Hong Wu gave a hoarse chuckle. "Fine. A Sheng, drag him outside and slaughter him."

"Yes, Lord Hong!"

A Sheng grabbed Zhao Dong by the throat and began to drag him out. As the door closed, Hong Wu turned back to Xu Yafei. A smile played on his lips as he approached her and hooked her delicate chin with his finger.

"My dear beauty, it seems this Zhao Dong is quite important to you, isn't he?"

Xu Yafei's body trembled slightly, but her tone was as placid as still water. "You misunderstand. I simply don't wish to see a former friend die before my eyes. Not everyone is as heartless as you."

"Hahaha, regardless, Zhao Dong will still..."

He never finished his sentence.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sharp reports of several gunshots echoed from outside the door.

Hong Wu's expression changed instantly. He bellowed, "Ambush! Take cover!"

Just as he spoke, the door was thrown open. A Sheng stumbled in, clutching a bleeding arm. "Lord Hong... there's an ambush outside! The kid got away!"

"What?!" Hong Wu was aghast. He slammed his palm on the table, and it disintegrated into splinters.

He ran to the window like a madman just in time to see Zhao Dong scrambling into an unlicensed Mercedes. The car window rolled down, and Zhao Dong stared coldly at him.

"Hong Wu, we'll meet again," he called out. "Just you wait for your death!"

The car sped away into the night.

Hong Wu let out a furious roar. "SON OF A BITCH! I'LL FUCKING BUTCHER YOU!"

Leaning against the window frame as if all the air had been let out of him, he seethed with rage before slamming his palm into the wall. "That bastard! He had people lying in wait too! The prize was in my grasp and I let it slip away! Dammit!"

His cold gaze fell on Xu Yafei. He moved toward her like a chilling wind and seized her by the throat. "Did you do this?" he asked darkly.

A flash of pain crossed Xu Yafei's stunningly beautiful face, but her eyes glared back at him with pure hatred. "You useless piece of trash! Blaming me because you couldn't kill him yourself. Pathetic!"

A muscle in Hong Wu's jaw twitched. Murderous intent flooded his eyes as he tightened his grip. "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Gasping for air, Xu Yafei clawed at his hand. "If you... have the guts... then kill me! I'm tired of living anyway!"

A vicious light flared in Hong Wu's eyes, but in the next second, he threw her aside. Gritting his teeth, he snorted coldly. "My patience has its limits, Yafei. I won't keep letting you off the hook. I'll believe this had nothing to do with you for now. But if I find out it did, I will kill you without hesitation."

With that, Hong Wu turned and left with his men.

A Sheng was the last to leave. Just before the door closed, he and Xu Yafei exchanged a brief, hidden glance. This was all part of a plan Xu Yafei had set. A Sheng was her man. She had anticipated that Hong Wu would order A Sheng to act, so at the crucial moment, she created a diversion by telling him to take Zhao Dong outside to be killed.

In the car, Zhao Dong endured the pain, rapidly circulating his Spiritual Energy to heal his injuries. He glanced at the driver's seat and froze. It was Han Chuxue.

His mind drifted, recalling the intimate night with her, the night he had taken Chuxue's virginity. A wave of guilt washed over him.

Finally, Zhao Dong rubbed his nose, looking away. "How could it be you?" he asked, his voice thick with unease.