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As Heizi watched Wang Mang, who had just been entangled with him, get taken down by Wang Zhao in just two moves, a chill ran down his spine. It was clear that Wang Zhao had been prepared for them, holding back his true strength; he was not the weakling they usually encountered.
Heizi scrutinized Wang Zhao again and realized that beneath his lean appearance lay a body full of muscle. It seemed he had underestimated him, and from now on, he would have to be fully alert during their confrontation.
"Heizi, I never thought we would end up like this!"
"Brother Lai, the mask has been torn off; we can never go back to how things were! Today, it’s either you die or I do!"
"Fine, let’s settle this today!"
Wang Zhao exchanged a glance with Wang Heng, who immediately dashed out of the tomb. Heizi attempted to intercept him, but it was too late. Previously, facing two opponents had been manageable; now that Wang Mang was dead, it would be easy for Wang Zhao to keep Heizi occupied and prevent him from dealing with Wang Heng.
As Wang Heng disappeared at the end of the tomb, Wang Zhao finally let out a sigh of relief. Human hearts are hard to gauge; former good brothers had turned against each other, and a bloody battle was inevitable.
Taking advantage of his agility, Heizi launched the first attack, aiming for lethal strikes. Wang Zhao no longer held back; he defended while looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Heizi. After several exchanges, they appeared evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
One was steady and balanced in both offense and defense. The other was agile and quick to react.
As the rounds continued, Heizi began to tire and clearly fell behind. Wang Zhao deliberately aimed to exhaust Heizi's stamina but hadn’t anticipated that he would be stronger than expected.
Noticing Heizi's movements slowing down, Wang Zhao began to search for an opening to strike. Heizi's heart raced; he knew that any misstep could lead to his demise at Wang Zhao's hands.
He steadied himself, positioning his hands in a tiger claw stance as Wang Zhao charged at him. Wang Zhao dodged swiftly but still felt a large tear in his clothing from Heizi's grasp.
As Heizi launched another attack, Wang Zhao reacted swiftly, grabbing Heizi's wrist and pressing it down while bending his other arm to strike Heizi's chest with his elbow.
Heizi winced in pain and took a step back, then summoned all his strength to grasp Wang Zhao's shoulders, lifting him off the ground entirely. If he were thrown now, he would either die or be severely injured.
Wang Zhao, seizing the moment, quickly maneuvered himself onto Heizi's upper body, locking his legs tightly around Heizi's waist. Heizi's hands became like iron claws as he bent forward, gripping Wang Zhao's back and pulling him down.
Wang Zhao dared not loosen his hold and clung tightly to Heizi. Seeing that this tactic was ineffective, Heizi turned around and fell heavily backward, crashing his entire upper body weight onto Wang Zhao.
Wang Zhao slammed into the ground with a thud, his chest striking hard enough to send a spray of blood flying half a meter away. Heizi was relentless and propped himself up, preparing for a second impact.
Wang Zhao released his legs and rolled to the side, quickly regaining his footing. He locked his feet around Heizi's neck and pushed off the ground to execute a roll. With a series of cracking sounds, Heizi's neck snapped.
Wang Zhao lay on the ground for a while, his chest heaving violently. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a button, kissing it gently before finally standing up.
Heizi lay there with a grotesque expression, his eyes wide open and bulging, refusing to close even in death. Wang Zhao crouched down and placed one hand over Heizi's eyes, gently closing them.
He sighed heavily before rising to his feet. It turned out that people could truly change; memories flooded back vividly—why had he been so troubled?
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