strictlysupreme Chapter 42 Zhenwu Guard, Black Scale Army
Chapter 42 Zhenwu Guard, Black Scale Army
"hiss--!"
Everyone who witnessed this scene gasped in shock!
Such terrifying power, effortlessly breaking through formations, chilled everyone to the bone!
Liu Heita had just struggled to his knees from the ruins and dust when he saw several of his men being crushed like ants!
Despair and madness completely consumed his reason!
"Ah—! I'll fight you to the death!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar, disregarding the severe damage to his internal organs, and forcibly activated the remaining innate true energy!
He abandoned his longsword, clenched his fists, and burst forth with dazzling blood light. His whole body was like a burning meteor, carrying a tragic momentum of mutual destruction, as he once again fiercely pounced on Zheng Chaoyang!
This time, he gave it his all, burning the very essence of his life, just to unleash the strongest punch of his life!
The punches were powerful and violent, with the faint sound of wind and thunder!
Faced with this desperate attack, Zheng Chaoyang finally made his move.
He stopped standing still, took a step forward, and threw a punch as well!
This punch was still simple and unadorned, without any earth-shattering light and shadow, or any complicated and fancy trajectory.
It was just an ordinary straight punch, yet it seemed to contain some profound truth about returning to simplicity.
Above the fist, the extremely condensed gray-white aura was like a solid rock, extremely restrained, yet exuding a terrifying pressure that made people suffocate!
"Thump—!"
Their fists collided head-on without any fancy moves!
There was no deafening explosion, only a dull thud like a drumstick striking a mountain!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Zheng Chaoyang's fist, covered in grayish-white aura, was like a red-hot iron being smashed into butter, easily breaking through the seemingly violent and dazzling blood-fiend true essence on the commander's fist!
"Snap! Snap snap..."
The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out in rapid succession!
Liu Heita's fists, which contained all his life's power and life essence, along with the bones of his arms, broke and twisted inch by inch the moment they made contact!
The violent, malevolent energy surged forth like a burst dam, rushing down the severed arm!
"puff--!"
Liu Heita's body suddenly arched up like a boiled shrimp, his eyes instantly filled with blood vessels and bulged out of their sockets!
He couldn't even scream. He felt an indestructible and overwhelming force instantly penetrate his body, as if his internal organs had been shattered and displaced!
A large mouthful of thick, fresh blood mixed with dark red pieces of internal organs gushed out, spreading like a blood mist!
With a "whoosh," the fragments of his armor shattered and scattered everywhere!
It was as if all the bones had been removed from his body; he became utterly weak, limp as mud, and fell heavily to the ground, completely powerless to resist.
The spot on his chest where Zheng Chaoyang's fist struck left a clear dent, and the surrounding flesh was an unnatural bluish-black, as if he had been instantly killed by a tremendous force.
Zheng Chaoyang slowly withdrew his fist, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
He lowered his head slightly, glanced at his fist—which was unmarked and brimming with suppressed malevolence—his eyes calm and undisturbed.
Not far away, Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly!
Great Achievement?
More than just a great achievement!
Zheng Chaoyang's seemingly ordinary punch just now contained, in his eyes, the terrifying implications of the "Great Perfection" realm!
That is a true return to simplicity, condensing power to its ultimate limit, controlling its release and application at will, and becoming invincible!
This is far beyond what ordinary "great achievement" can reach; it is—
Perfection!
The true pinnacle of martial arts!
Every gesture and movement is imbued with sincerity!
My master's martial arts skills are terrifyingly high!
"Boom—!"
Just then, a dull but rhythmic tremor came from the ground!
At the end of the official road, billowing smoke and dust filled the air!
A troop of over thirty black-clad warhorses pierced through the dust like arrows and galloped towards us!
These knights were covered in jet-black scale armor, and even their horses were clad in the same style of armor, revealing only pairs of cold and ruthless eyes.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their breaths were in unison, and the thirty-odd people acted as one!
A thick, bloody aura gathered above their heads, vaguely condensing into the phantom of a ferocious beast roaring to the sky, its four hooves treading on blood!
Although the phantom was slightly blurry, it exuded an aura of rage, bloodlust, and destruction!
This condensed, almost tangible, aura of killing intent, carrying an iron will, crashed headlong into Zheng Chaoyang's Grandmaster-level aura that enveloped the battlefield!
Two invisible, immense forces collided violently in the void, as if a muffled thunderclap had appeared out of nowhere!
The air instantly became thick and heavy!
Everyone present, whether they were county constables, local militia, martial arts practitioners, or members of the Green Bamboo Gang and the Lonely Bamboo Gang, felt their hearts suddenly clench, as if gripped by an invisible hand, making even breathing extremely difficult!
A sense of dread, originating from the depths of one's soul, arose spontaneously.
"Zhen...Zhenwu Guard!" someone exclaimed in shock, their voice trembling uncontrollably.
"It's the Blackscale Army of Zhenwu Guard!" More voices rang out, filled with awe and fear.
Those fleeing soldiers who were still putting up a last stand saw the black banner with gold patterns that fluttered in the wind, and the blood-red phantom of the war beast that filled them with despair. The last trace of color drained from their faces, and all that remained in their eyes was boundless despair.
Even Liu Heita, who was lying on the ground, struggled to open his eyes, glanced at the black torrent, and then closed them in despair.
He knew it was all over.
On the city wall, Wang Wei looked down at the Zhenwu Guard cavalry rushing towards him, and a relaxed and genuine smile finally appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, "These wolf cubs have finally arrived. If they had come any later, this cooked duck would have been chewed to pieces by Fengming County."
Chen Wenyuan stood on the carriage shaft, his brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the Zhenwu Guard cavalry that exuded a terrifying aura. He said in a low voice, "As expected, the Zhenwu Guard still has its own agenda. They want Fengming County to fight these defeated soldiers to a standstill, and then they can reap the rewards, gaining merit while weakening the local strength."
He turned his gaze towards Wang Wei of the Weiyuan Escort Agency on the city wall, his voice growing colder: "So it seems that the Weiyuan Escort Agency is nothing more than a disguise for the Zhenwu Guard."
He had just tried to win over the defeated soldiers, but Wang Wei of the Weiyuan Escort Agency thwarted his plan.
How could an ordinary bodyguard make such a decision?
Standing amidst the pool of blood, Zhang Yuan gazed at the imposing, menacing black cavalry, feeling their collective pressure—colder, more ruthless, and more overwhelming than Zheng Chaoyang's Grandmaster-level aura—and his heart pounded violently.
This is Zhenwuwei!
One of the three pillars that suppressed the world and subdued all directions in the Great Yu Dynasty!
They control techniques, resources, and power that are unimaginable to ordinary people!
A strong sense of longing rose in his heart.
He craved power, he craved control over his own destiny, he craved to stand taller!
Becoming a member of Zhenwuwei and inheriting Zhang Zhenshan's legacy seems to be the stepping stone to all of this!
He wants to be the real Zhang Qingyang!