The Top Soldier King in Metropolis - C272

Dragon One and Ye Zheng battled intensely for a long time. Even though he had the upper hand, he was still unable to give Ye Zheng a fatal blow.

The chances of Ye Zheng winning seemed very slim, but he was still clenching his teeth and fighting for his life.

After exchanging more than ten blows, Dragon One suddenly leapt out of the fray.

Ye Zheng wanted to give chase, but his body seemed to not be controlled. Just as he took a step forward, he knelt down on one knee.

“You’re finished!”

With a loud shout, he swept his left hand across his waist and quickly waved it. A black sphere flew straight towards Ye Zheng, and made a “boom” sound in the air.

With a loud sound, a dazzling light burst out, and thick smoke filled the air.

Ye Zheng groaned, and for a moment, he could not see anything clearly.

Dragon One carried quite a few life saving and escaping tools with him.

“Thunderbolt Smoke Bomb!”

Even a strong Ranker like Ye Zheng could not resist in such a short time.

At the same time, with a wave of his left hand, a dozen or so ninja darts were sent flying.

He threw out a move, attacking towards Ye Zheng who was in the smoke.

The Thousand Sunsets was completely confident that he would be able to destroy Ye Zheng with this one strike.

Since Ye Zheng was dead, he should look for him now.

There was a high chance that the Beitiao would be able to kill the half-dead Kessler. Of course, even if Kessler won, he would still be at the end of his tether.

In just one night, he was able to kill Ye Zheng and Kessler!

However, the ideal was very full, but the reality was very hard … Dragon One felt a fierce killing intent emerge from the thick smoke and rush towards him.

Soon after, Dragon One heard an ear-piercing sound, as if cloth was being torn apart.

Then, he encountered the darkest moment of his life.

“It doesn’t make sense at all …”

Thousand Tang Long took two steps back, and his eyes became unfocused. He let out a owl-like laugh, “I actually …” “I actually …”

A thin red line of blood appeared on Dragon One’s face, from his forehead to his chin.

Ye Zheng stood proudly in the smoke, his eyes shining with a piercing gaze.

“Pfft!”

The line of blood gradually widened as blood gushed out. With a hideous expression on his face, Thousand Sunsets’ eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. He then fell backwards, his body twitching a few times as his soul returned to the void.

Ye Zheng unleashed a palm strike that swept up from the bottom, bringing along a burst of inner Qi, like a sharp blade, killing the opponent with one strike!

If Dragon One could continue his attacks, Ye Zheng’s injuries were too severe, he would lose too much blood, and could not gather energy. After ten more moves, he would be powerless to defend.

However, the steadfast Dragon One leaped out of the fray and used the Thunderbolt Smoke Bomb.

and ninja darts for long-range attacks.

In a few seconds, Ye Zheng gathered all the remaining Qi in his body and released it with his palm.

If this move did not work, Ye Zheng would only be at the mercy of others. In the battle, he used his own life as a bargaining chip and placed it on the Fate Table.

In the end, he won the bet!

Ye Zheng was no longer able to fight. He felt all the energy in his body being drained and fell to the ground.

A dozen or so of the “Ghost Fog” that hadn’t fled.

The Ninja surrounded him.

“Well, who takes off my head?”

Ye Zheng asked.

The current Ye Zheng had completely lost all ability to fight. Even if a third-rate ranker attacked him, he would not be able to defend himself.

“Ghost Fog!”

The ninja stood in front of Ye Zheng, and bowed to him respectfully.

Ye Zheng was startled, then immediately understood: His heroic actions had garnered the respect of the enemy.

Especially compared to Beitiao Deyu who abandoned her subordinates to escape for her life, she was more of a shining hero.

Ye Zheng’s face was as pale as a corpse. He nodded his head to show his respect.

An older man named “Ghost Fog”

Ninja took out a box of ointment from his bosom, respectfully placed it at Ye Zheng’s feet, turned and left.

The others followed him deeper into the woods.

Ye Zheng struggled to pick up the ointment. It was an exquisite iron box, but if he guessed right, it must be the “Ghost Fog”.

A healing ointment made by a ninja.

Ye Zheng laughed bitterly and struggled to crawl a few steps. He leaned his back against a large tree and sat properly, then closed his eyes.

Pain and exhaustion finally pushed the man down.

In the depths of the forest, Beitiao Deyu was nimbly escaping while Kessler was chasing closely behind.

The Northerner’s thirst for blood had not yet been satisfied.

“Old thief Beitiao, aren’t you going to fight me one-on-one?”

Kessler shouted. Despite his old wounds, a strong sense of revenge drove his body forward, ignoring pain and fatigue.

Beitiao Deyu, the hunter who had already won, had now turned into the prey she was chased after.

Suddenly, Beitiao Deyu jumped off a big tree in front of him and changed her direction, rushing towards Kessler who was rushing towards him. With his right hand waving, he wielded his long blade, releasing a sharp and cold light.

With a flash, it tore through the air and emitted an ear-piercing cry.

Kessler did not back off at all. The katana slashed out and the two sharp weapons clashed, producing dazzling sparks.

“Beitiao, you’re not running anymore?”

Kessler shouted and slashed with his sword.

The two long blades intersected and immediately separated, ready for the next swing and thrust.

Beitiao Deyu did not say anything, her expression was stern. His movement technique and footwork were merged with the long blade in her hand, forming a cold blade net that pressed down towards Kessler.

Suddenly, Kessler understood: This man’s blade technique was even stronger than his brother, President Beitiao Zhenwu!

For a moment, it was as if Beitiao Deyu’s attack could swallow up Kessler’s body.

Kessler knew that this battle was dangerous. If he failed, all the sacrifices he would make tonight would be for naught.

He did not blindly and crazily attack, the katana was very cautious with its attacks, and in three moves, he had only used two moves to block and defense.

After more than twenty exchanges, Beitiao Deyu realized that the old Kessler who had not recovered from his injuries still did not show any signs of losing energy.

After fighting for a long time, Beitiao Deyu kept changing her blade techniques. She changed from strong and fierce to agile, then from hacking to lifting up her blade. In addition to her own ghost-like movement and footwork, he kept launching attacks around Kessler.

With his back leaning on a large tree, he stood firmly against it, blocking his back. He only focused on the enemy in front of him, causing Beitiao Deyu’s movement and footwork to be greatly reduced.

Beitiao Deyu realized that the man in front of him, with his high level blade techniques and battle intelligence, was not just relying on his bravery to win, he had also switched to two different styles of blade techniques.

However, in the Ninja world, martial arts wasn’t everything.

Beitiao Deyu suddenly jumped out of the battle. With a wave of her left hand, a black ball flew towards Kessler.

Just as Kessler was about to dodge, Beitiao flicked her right hand and another ball flew over.

The ball was slow in the front and fast in the back. “Bang!”

The two balls collided in the air, producing a dazzling spark.

Kessler cried out miserably. He knelt on one knee, one hand covering his eyes as he let out a beast-like roar.

“I’ve deprived you of your sight.”

Beitiao Deyu laughed sinisterly as she approached.