Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Zhao Dong. Beside him, Song Qingwan also sensed the incredibly formidable aura. Her face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out over her body from just a single glance at the imposing man. Still, she clutched Zhao Dong's hand tightly, refusing to retreat even half a step.

Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing. He raised his fighting intent to its peak, ensuring he could instantly dodge with Song Qingwan the moment the man attacked. Looking at the figure before him, Zhao Dong said coldly, "I did. And who are you?"

The man gave a sinister smile, his copper-bell eyes making him look even more menacing. "The name's Tu Longhu," he said grimly. "Ever heard of me?"

Zhao Dong's pupils shrank slightly. "Tu Longhu? The third-ranked fighter on the Heaven List?"

"So you're not a complete idiot!" Tu Longhu snorted. "You hit my niece, Shen Yana. How do you plan to settle this?"

A cold smile touched Zhao Dong's lips. "Your niece was asking for it. She deserved to be hit."

Behind them, Shen Yana's face went dark with fury. She pointed a trembling finger at Zhao Dong and spat out each word, "Zhao Dong! You're courting death! How dare you say that with my uncle right here! Just you wait, you're dead today!"

Tu Longhu stared gloomily at Zhao Dong. "Kid, I'll give you two choices. First, you break your own legs and kowtow to my niece ten times. Then, we'll consider this matter settled."

"And the second?"

Tu Longhu's smile was predatory. "The second is I beat you until every bone in your body is shattered, and then I snap your arms and legs myself. The choice is yours."

Zhao Dong turned to Song Qingwan. "Qingwan, step aside. Go up to the second floor."

Song Qingwan started. "Why?"

"Just do as I say."

"No!" Tears welled in Song Qingwan's eyes. "Zhao Dong, I'm staying with you! I know you're worried about me, but how can I just stand by and watch something happen to you? If you're not going to make it out of this alive, then neither am I! I'll die with you!"

Zhao Dong's heart trembled. The expressions on Shen Yana and Zhang Xingze's faces shifted slightly as well.

Zhang Xingze cursed under his breath, his heart seething with a murderous, blood-dripping hatred. This woman, who was so cold and distant with him that she wouldn't even let him touch her, was willing to give her life for Zhao Dong. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Song Qingwan, oh, Song Qingwan, how am I in any way inferior to this Zhao Dong?!

Tu Longhu let out a sneer. "Well, look at that. A loyal couple. I don't hit women. Scram."

Zhao Dong looked at Song Qingwan and said gently, "Qingwan, listen to me. Go to the second floor."

Tears streamed down her face. "No, Zhao Dong! No matter what danger we face, I'm staying with you..."

"Listen to me! Don't make me get angry." Zhao Dong deliberately put on a stern expression.

Song Qingwan bit her lip, fresh tears of grievance spilling over. "Zhao Dong..."

"Be good. You're distracting me."

Helpless, Song Qingwan gave Zhao Dong one last tearful glance before silently heading upstairs.

Only then did Zhao Dong let out a sigh of relief. He rolled his neck, looked at Tu Longhu, and let out a cold laugh. "Alright, here's my answer! I choose neither. If you want to kill me or cut me to pieces, then bring it on. I'll take you on!"

"You're seeking death!" Tu Longhu roared, his body lunging forward like a grizzly bear.

Zhao Dong's speed exploded. With his qi and blood igniting, he dodged the strike as if he had teleported, instantly flashing behind Tu Longhu to land a punch on his back. The punch landed squarely, but the man merely shuddered, seemingly unharmed.

"Kid, I'll kill you!" Tu Longhu roared, whipping his head around. A fist the size of a basin shot directly at Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong retreated swiftly, but Tu Longhu was not slow either. He pursued him relentlessly, unleashing a furious barrage of punches that came like a storm. Zhao Dong dodged frantically, but he failed to avoid the last punch, which struck him squarely.

PFFT!

Zhao Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent rolling seven or eight meters before collapsing to the ground.

"Zhao Dong!" Song Qingwan shrieked, tears instantly flooding her vision as she started to run down the stairs.

"Don't come down!" Zhao Dong roared.

Song Qingwan's feet froze in place. Gathering his strength, Zhao Dong pushed himself up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat out a blood-flecked gob, and smirked at Tu Longhu. "Is that all you've got? Come on!"

A dark smile twisted Tu Longhu's lips. "You sure talk tough. Let's see how long that lasts."

His body blurred into a black shadow. His fist opened into a claw as he struck for Zhao Dong's throat. His speed was incredible, completely at odds with his massive frame. Initially, Zhao Dong had thought the man was like a bear. But now he realized he was wrong. Tu Longhu was a ferocious tiger, lacking neither strength nor speed.

In the blink of an eye, the man was upon him, his claw tearing at Zhao Dong. Zhao Dong threw himself backward, but the hand still grazed his shirt, ripping the fabric instantly. A burning pain flared across his chest where several bloody scratches now appeared.

Damn, he's fast!

Shocked and angered by being relentlessly forced back, Zhao Dong threw several punches of his own. Each fist cut through the air with a vicious whistle, moving with extreme speed. However, Tu Longhu caught every single one, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Is that all the strength you've got? Then prepare to die!"

Tu Longhu viciously swung a heavy leg like a whip, aiming for Zhao Dong's heart. Unable to dodge in time, Zhao Dong quickly raised an arm to block. The force of the blow sent him flying, his arm going completely limp as cracks spiderwebbed through the bone.