1115: C1115 Fight

C1115 Fight

Demonic Cultivator, who was hiding in the Xia family's group, was a middle-aged man around forty years old.

He was wearing a Tang suit, but he was indeed a blonde S countryman. His eyes slowly scanned the surroundings and finally located where Zhou Yi was.

What Zhou Yi did not expect was that he actually made an extremely provocative gesture towards Zhou Yi's direction and hooked his finger at Zhou Yi through the air.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows. He didn't think that the other person not only wasn't afraid of him, but also seemed to know who he was.

Zhou Yi smiled. Then, with a flash, he appeared in front of that guy.

"Mr. Zhou's name is truly well-known. Seeing him today, he really does live up to his name." The foreign man spoke in the most standard language of Hua Country.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that I would be so famous." Zhou Yi reached out his hand to touch his chin and said with a smile.

Seeing Zhou Yi's expression, the other party smiled sinisterly, "I've long heard that you've been immersed in martial arts for many years and your cultivation base is unfathomable. Today, I'd like to give it a try!"

Zhou Yi felt the surging energy around the other party, but found out that the other party didn't seem to have any cultivation base.

However, he knew that Demonic Cultivator's cultivation was different from his countrymen, so he could not judge him based on the strength of his energy.

"Mr. Dahlwen, who is he?" The only person that the Xia clan could speak of now was the old man in front of them.

He was the third brother of the Xia Clan's leader, but he didn't have much power in the past. But now that he had almost died, only he could be considered an elder.

"Mr. Xia, the matter of the Xia family has nothing to do with me now. I want to settle my private matters with this mister!" Demonic Cultivator sneered and then said.

"But, but you can't treat us like this. We already gave you money, and you … you still haven't helped us deal with our Loong Family!" The old man pointed at Demonic Cultivator and shouted.

Hearing that, Demonic Cultivator slightly squinted his eyes and said, "Do you think you can make me do that?"

With that said, Demonic Cultivator waved his palm and directly hit the chest of the old man from the Xia family. The chest immediately rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You, you did this to me …" Before the old man could finish his words, his body had already turned into a pile of meat paste.

Everyone besides Zhou Yi screamed out in fear.

Demonic Cultivator shouted coldly, "All of you shut up or I'll kill you all!"

Instantly, the surroundings quieted down.

He raised his hand, pointed at Zhou Yi and smiled sinisterly: "It's your turn!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, Demonic Cultivator stomped his feet on the ground and his body instantly flew up. His toes were like a spinning helix as they went straight for Zhou Yi's throat.

At the same time, a car was speeding along the road. However, just as the car passed a crossroad, a big truck came from the side and crashed into the car.

In an instant, the side of the small car was concave from the collision.

However, this truck still didn't slow down. Instead, it fiercely stepped on the throttle and drove the car all the way into the green belt not too far away.

In the blink of an eye, almost half of the poor car's body was deformed and it couldn't even open the door.

"Damn!" The person inside the car cursed silently. Then, with a punch, he shattered the windshield and got out.

What he didn't expect was that before he even crawled out, his other fist was already coming straight at his head.

The wind generated from that punch was so strong that even the hair on the man's forehead started to move.

As the heir to the Xia family, Xia Dong was sent to Europe to study. Not only did he learn business knowledge, he also practiced fighting techniques.

This time, he received a message from his family saying something important, which was why he was in such a hurry to return.2

But who would have thought that they would be ambushed before they even reached home.

The news Xia Dong received was naturally released by Long Xiao, and the attack on him was also done by Long Xiao. Although the Xia family temporarily didn't have any real power in the Xia family, he was the only legitimate successor, so Long Xiao definitely wouldn't let him go back alive.

Xia Dong was twenty-four this year, and had been studying fighting for about twenty years.

Thus, just by sensing the force from his opponent's punch, he knew that his opponent was no ordinary person, and he had definitely met a tough opponent.

Therefore, the moment his opponent's punch landed, he did not dare to be careless. He immediately raised his arm to block this attack.

As the heir to the Xia family, he would encounter a few assassination attempts from time to time, so he habitually wore a set of protective gloves.

He had specially made that armband and it was filled with small spikes. He believed that as long as this person's fist hit his own arm, his fist would definitely not be any better.

He wondered if the other party knew that he had such a treasure on him, so …

The moment his fist was about to land, he swung it with his other hand. There was actually a dagger shining with cold light in his hand.

What made Xia Dong even more surprised was that the knife looked unremarkable, but with a stabbing sound, it made a big cut on his arm. Along with it, his own arm was also cut.

The huge pain caused Xia Dong to suck in a breath of cold air.

But before he could react, the other party had already raised his foot and kicked his injured arm. With just one movement, Xia Dong, who was halfway out, fell into the car once again.

After kicking Xia Dong, the killer turned around and was about to take the Wood Silo.

However, he didn't expect Xia Dong to react so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he took out a glove from the car seat and hacked it onto the man's palm.

That person's reaction was not slow either. In just an instant, he gave up on the Wood Silo in his hand, waved his own Short Sword, and slashed down towards the glove on Xia Dong's hand.

"Boom!" Suddenly, in the silent space, there was an ear-piercing sound of golden numbers crossing, followed by a long string of dazzling sparks.

"The third young master of the Xia family is really not some idiot. There's still a reason for the higher-ups to send me!" The man stared at Xia Dong with a faint smile.

Xia Dong raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. He looked no older than 25 or 26 years old, had a capable head of short hair, and was dressed in a black suit. He was unlike other assassins, who would hide their faces.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll remember your face and then find you to settle the score?" Xia Dong said coldly.

Hearing this, he started laughing out loud. Then, he slowly stopped smiling and said word by word, "Of course I'm not afraid, because those who have seen my face before are all dead!"

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