Kill!
Angry Dragon Fists!
As Zhao Feng exchanged blows with the two black-clothed men his body perfectly passed through the gap between their attacks.
Suddenly his aura increased dramatically.
“What! This guy is a true martial artist!” The gray-clothed man’s expression finally changed. Zhao Feng’s aura had obviously shown that he had reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
Pah!
Zhao Feng’s fist was like a roaring dragon that carried a faint green glow and smashed into the chest of one of the men clothed in black.
Crack!
The bones inside of him were instantly shattered and he immediately died.
Zhao Feng’s explosive Inner Strength had reached the peak of the fourth rank and Angry Dragon Fists had also reached its Max level.
With that one fist he killed one of the men in black. This wasn’t just because they looked down upon Zhao Feng, it was also because of Zhao Feng’s strength and his left eye’s calculations.
“Little brother!” The other man in black screamed angrily as his eyes turned red.
Angry Dragon Fists!
Zhao Feng immediately attacked the other man in black. To be merciful to the enemy meant being cruel to himself.
“I’ll slice you ten thousand times for killing my little brother.” The sword in the black clothed martial artist suddenly gave off extremely powerful Inner Strength as he furiously hacked towards Zhao Feng.
“Stall him!”
The gray-clothed man behind shouted.
He only needed the person to stall Zhao Feng, not necessarily kill him. Unfortunately the black clothed man had lost his mind and attacked crazily. Zhao Feng fully utilised his left eye to find flaws of the opponent. However, his time was limited as the gray-clothed man behind him was catching up.
Fight!
Zhao Feng couldn’t care about anything else as his body swiftly floated within range of the black clothed man’s sword range.
Crack!
Zhao Feng finally landed one punch on the opponent’s left shoulder.
“Ah!”
Although the man’s arm had been broken, he kept on attacking towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng punched him once again and shattered his throat.
Plop!
The man in black fell to the ground, dead.
Zhao Feng had also paid a price for it. He had suffered some internal damage due to the man landing his last punch onto Zhao Feng’s chest. After all, his Metal Wall Technique had not reached the third level yet, which meant that he could not take straight hits from cultivators of the same rank.
“Little kid…. You’ve been hiding pretty deeply. Your true strength is close to the fifth rank of the Martial Path. However, you will still die today.” At this moment the gray-clothed man had arrived.
There was a dead silence as the two faced one another.
“Who sent you here? Was it Zhao Tianjian?” Zhao Feng stared at the gray-clothed man. He was 80% certain that Zhao Tianjian was the mastermind.