57: C57 Fighting!

C57 Fighting!

Zhang Yong was dumbfounded by Zhan Tianming's question.

He frowned slightly.

Zhang Yong stared piercingly at Zhan Tianming.

'What the hell happened? How did that weak and timid Zhan Tianming become so quick? With just that bit of info, he could deduce so much? He is even questioning me so brazenly without any fear.'

'Are all these changes related to the Zhan family bloodline's awakening?'

'If that is the case...'

'Isn't this bloodline too heaven-defying?

Suddenly, Zhang Yong became even more excited.

'Yes.'

'If the Zhan family bloodline were not at least this heaven-defying, that lord wouldn't have wasted so much time looking for other Zhan family descendants and monitoring them. This bloodline is, without a doubt, a priceless treasure.'

The lord going through all this trouble just proves the fact.

The fact?

The Zhan family bloodline possessed heaven-defying abilities.

The more Zhang Yong thought about it, the more everything seemed to make sense.

His heart was beating like a drum, hoping to convey the excitement.

'KILL!'

He would kill Zhan Tianming, make up some fake information, and send it back. Even if he couldn't get the reward, just the Zhan family bloodline would be plenty.

Compared to the heaven-defying Zhan family bloodline, the benefits promised by that lord were simply not enough.

Noticing Zhang Yong's silence, Zhan Tianming was even more sure.

Behind Zhang Yong, there really was an invisible hand controlling everything.

There was nothing unusual about this fact.

Just then, Zhang Yong laughed.

"Haha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The smile on Zhang Yong's face was one as frigid as death.

Looking at Zhang Yong laughing like a deranged maniac, Zhan Tianming ordered the Arrowwolf to protect Liu Yu well.

As for Zhang Yong...

Zhan Tianming was going to personally kill that bastard.

"Dog Egg, don't run around. The Arrowwolf will protect you," Zhan Tianming said to Liu Yu.

Liu Yu nodded.

The Arrowwolf growled as it stood next to Liu Yu.

Zhan Tianming walked forward.

The fist was clenched so hard that it had turned white.

Pure rage was fueling his desire for vengeance.

Zhang Yong looked at Zhan Tianming sarcastically. "Little bastard, I have seen all of your tricks clearly; you can't win against me."

"Old fart, do you think I didn't know you were following me?" Zhan Tianming asked in a heavy voice.

Despite what he said, he was actually trying to convey: "All this time when you thought you had the upper hand, I've been guarding against you."

Actually, Zhan Tianming no longer had any hidden trump cards: Zhang Yong had indeed witnessed all his skills.

However...

The more indifferent he seemed to this fact, the more cautious Zhang Yong would be.

So, if they were to fight, it would be more advantageous for him.

Zhan Tianming had already used this psychological tactic many times when he was playing games in the past.

He was still familiar with the technique.

Hearing that, Zhang Yong was startled.

"It this little bastard really hiding something?"

Troubled by his own thoughts, Zhang Yong became even more vigilant. He had no choice but to be cautious of Zhan Tianming. After all, the powerful techniques that Zhan Tianming had displayed before made him jealous and terrified at the same time.

This was especially true for a few of the moves that had shocked him to the core.

He even suspected that Zhan Tianming inherited those martial skills from the Zhan family.

If he were to snatch Zhan Tianming's bloodline, could he also obtain those martial skills?

'It must be!'

'Those martial skills must be the bloodline inheritance of the Zhan family. Otherwise, how could someone who has never stepped outside the village possess such powerful martial skills? Also, that divine weapon... Did he also inherit that?'

Muttering in his heart, Zhang Yong became even more excited.

He no longer hesitated.

Attack!

Swish!

Zhang Yong could no longer hold back his greed.

He moved like lightning.

At the same time, Zhan Tianming also moved, his anger taking the shape of laughter.

When Zhang Yong made his move, Zhan Tianming saw a golden light emit from Zhang Yong's body.

That light was a light unique to a Boss.

Moreover, the light was radiant, like radiant like the sun.

This guy was indeed a Boss and a hidden Boss at that.

'I will kill him. No, I have to kill him!'

Nine Dragons Step!

Nine Dragons Aim!

Swish, swish, swish...

Swish, swish, swish...

The moment Zhan Tianming used his Nine Dragons Step, multiple flying stones shot out consecutively from his hands.

The Stones tore through the air as they, seemingly capable of shattering the sky and cracking the earth.

This was also the first time Zhang Yong had displayed his powerful strength.

His speed was even faster than Zhan Tianming.

He was truly as fast as lightning!

Out of the dozen or so flying stones, not a single one hit him.

Meanwhile, he didn't stop nearing Zhan Tianming.

Zhang Yong lifted his hand and pointed a finger.

On the tip of his finger, true qi condensed into a star-like glow, exuding a sharp and overbearing aura.

"Star Condensation Finger!"

Swish!

Akin to a shooting star, his finger shot out.

Fast!

The attack was undeniably fast.

Zhan Tianming did not dodge at all; furthermore, there was no avoiding it.

At the same time, he also pointed his finger.

"Nine Dragons Finger!"

True qi condensed on his fingertip, forming a small qi dragon enveloping his finger.

He rushed out like a mighty dragon.

Puff!

The two fingers clashed.

A strong backlash spread out, shaking Zhan Tianming's body to the point he felt his fingers were about to break.

Zhang Yong was not any better. The pain coming from his finger was not any less than Zhan Tianming's. Actually, it was even worse.

Involuntarily, Zhang Yong's face changed, his heart filled with alarm.

"What kind of finger technique is this, Little Bastard? Did you inherit it from the bloodline?"

There was no answer.

Just as Zhang Yong's expression changed slightly, Zhan Tianming roared out again.

'Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

He repeatedly struck with Nine Dragons Finger.

Swish, swish, swish...

Swish, swish, swish...

Zhan Tianming's hands almost turned into afterimages as the Nine Dragon Finger rained down.

Zhang Yong's strongest point was his finger arts.

Looking at the finger strikes that were falling like rain, he gritted his teeth. He used a large part of his true qi reserves and condensed it all at the tip of his finger.

Facing Zhan Tianming's offense, he quickly pointed out.

Puff, puff, puff...

Puff, puff, puff...

One powerful finger strike after another collided in the air.

In an instant, they had exchanged attacks a few hundred times.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After their last clash, Zhan Tianming and Zhang Yong both leaped backward.

Zhang Yong frowned.

Zhan Tianming's power was a little stronger than he had imagined.

"Humph! Little bastard, why don't you bring out your most powerful martial skill? " Zhang Yong ridiculed.

At the same time, he was also on guard.

As his voice faded, he pointed out his finger once more.

"Star Warlord Finger!"

This finger attack was even more powerful: it was the upgraded version of the Star Condensation Finger.

The starlight was dazzling.

"If you want to see, then I'll give you a show that you'll remember for life!" Zhan Tianming roared.

Whoosh!

Zhang Yong's finger was met with Zhan Tianming's palm.

"Proud Dragon Repents!"

Just as Zhan Tianming's palm struck out, Zhang Yong's lips formed a cold and evil smile. The finger pointing out suddenly turned, and he suddenly twisted his body, barely dodging Zhan Tianming's palm.

Rumble...0

The palm strike was enveloped by a true qi dragon.

The huge tree three meters behind Zhang Yong was smashed into bits.

Now, Zhan Tianming didn't have an attack, but Zhan Yong still had to execute his.

After turning around, Zhang Yong's finger continued to poke toward Zhan Tianming's dantian.

If it hit, this finger would definitely cripple Zhan Tianming.

"Humph! Little bastard, go and die!"

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