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"Crack."
Han Peng arrogantly cracked his knuckles, the sound suggesting he might break his own bones.
A fierce smile appeared on his sharply defined face as he told Anqi, "Don't worry, I won't kill him. At most, I'll just break one of his legs. Let's see how he can be so arrogant after that!"
Anqi was anxious. "Breaking a leg is not acceptable! The strategist wants us to bring back Chef Chen in one piece!"
"Then how about I just give him a swollen face?"
Han Peng was actually bargaining with Anqi, huffing, "Anyway, I have to teach this chef a lesson. Who told him to wash the chamber pot right outside our War Strategist Office?"
Anqi looked exasperated and glanced at Chen Zao. She really wanted to advise him to pull out the knife and retract the battle flag; it wasn't worth risking lives over such a trivial matter!
But then she thought better of it. A man pulling out the battle flag after raising it would be even more contemptible than not daring to accept it at all. That would be the most cowardly display.
Since the battle flag had already been raised, there was no room for retraction.
"Sigh."
With a silent sigh, Anqi gave Chen Zao a sympathetic look, hoping that his dark and rugged face wouldn't be beaten too badly by Han Peng.
Seeing Han Peng continuously warming up by twisting his waist and wrists, Chen Zao patted the hilt of Curved Blade and urged Han Peng, "Are you going to accept the challenge or not?"
"Ha! I've seen people fight over food, but I've never seen anyone fight over punches!"
Han Peng motioned for Anqi and the other Female Guards to step aside. He squared up in front of Chen Zao and said, "You stinky chef want to die so badly? Don't blame me for being merciless then. Come on! I accept your challenge! I'll make sure you turn away from any chamber pot you see in the future..."
"To hell with you!"
Chen Zao was utterly annoyed and didn't wait for Han Peng to finish speaking before charging down from above!
"Ugh—"
A gust of wind swept through the hot, humid air!
Chen Zao moved like a shooting star, passing by in a flash.
Han Peng and his companions didn't even have time to react before Chen Zao had already lifted one leg in mid-air, thrusting it like a spear toward Han Peng's chest!
Han Peng was still foolishly posing with his fists, ready to continue cursing at Chen Zao.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Zao's fierce gaze was right in front of him!
Han Peng's eyes widened in shock!
How could this chef be so fast!
As waves of astonishment surged within him, his heart sank as he realized Chen Zao's powerful kick was already aimed at him from just 45 yards away!
Han Peng hurriedly tried to clamp Chen Zao's leg with both arms, hoping to lessen the impact of that forceful kick.
But by the time he reacted to block it, it was already too late!
Chen Zao's kick struck like lightning, breaking through Han Peng's arm defenses and landing solidly on his chest!
Bang!
It felt as if he had been hit by a cannon!
The powerful shockwave exploding from his chest instantly twisted Han Peng's expression!
What the hell!
As these two incredible golden characters flashed in his mind, Han Peng found the world spinning before his eyes!
His massive body was kicked backward and flew through the air.
First, he rolled upright like a human tire for a few spins, then collided with a large rock, causing his body to turn sideways and roll limply like a corpse for over ten more spins.
Finally, he landed on a slope more than twenty meters away, coming to a gruesome stop.
At this point, his angular face was nearly smashed into a pulp by the rocks, covered in wounds, with a fist-sized blood blister on his left temple.
His two thick arms were twisted awkwardly, in a completely unnatural position, with skin scraped raw and blood everywhere. It was truly a sight to behold!
This was the outcome of his attempt to punch Chen Zao in the face!
On the slope, Anqi and several Female Guards were all stunned!
Like Han Peng, they initially couldn't comprehend what had just happened. By the time they realized it, this one-on-one duel had already concluded!
This chef... actually kicked Han Peng flying with one blow!
As they recalled the horrific sight of Han Peng's massive body flailing helplessly in the air, waves of shock surged within the hearts of the Female Guards! Their astonishment lingered for a long time without settling!
Their gazes shifted from the already unconscious Han Peng on the hillside to the cold-faced Chen Zao.
What kind of cultivation does this chef have?
He has no aura, right?
And there is indeed a foul smell!
But how can his skills be so powerful?
Fighting against a junior-level Han Peng is like dealing with a weakling!
This is not the strength of a Junior Warrior with a foul smell; it could even be believed to be that of an intermediate-level warrior!
Even their Divine Bow Corps leader, Ren Long, would not be able to make Han Peng look this pathetic in a direct confrontation!
Han Peng couldn't even land a single blow; before he could finish speaking, this chef had taken half his life. This chef is truly terrifying!
Chen Zao, however, was not done yet. His fierce gaze turned towards the team leader, Anqi, making her feel a chill down her spine.
Pulling the Curved Blade from the ground, Chen Zao expressionlessly asked Anqi, "What is your name?"
Anqi tightly gripped the hilt of her sword, adopting a defensive stance as she retorted, "What do you want?"
"I want to challenge you to a duel."
With that, Chen Zao forcefully drove the Curved Blade into the ground again.
Anqi was so frustrated by Chen Zao that she felt like she might burst. With a pained expression, she argued with him, "I have no grievances with you. Why are you challenging me to a duel?"
The other Female Guards also displayed looks of helplessness and disdain, thinking to themselves, is this chef insane? Why does he insist on challenging people? With his strength, he actually bullies us ordinary guards—how shameless can he be!
"If you’re too scared to duel with me, then stop bothering me! Go back and tell your strategist that I’m not in the mood to discuss any important matters tonight! If she insists on talking, let her come to the camp and find Seventh Sister; I’ll be waiting for her here! If you want to take me back, then each of you will have to duel me one by one and see if my fists agree!"
Seeing that the Female Guards were stunned by his intimidation tactics, Chen Zao drew his Curved Blade and glanced at them. Noticing that one of the Female Guards with a Shoehorn Face was mumbling something, he pointed the Curved Blade at her and asked, "What’s your name?"
"What do you want? Are you going to challenge me too?" the Shoehorn Face Female Guard retorted angrily.
"Exactly! If you're not convinced, let's duel!"
To Chen Zao, challenging someone to a duel was like holding a treasure. He didn’t care about appearances; as long as he could avoid being ganged up on, he didn’t mind losing face.
The Female Guards were nearly driven mad by Chen Zao!
They gritted their teeth in frustration but dared not truly challenge him.
After exchanging glances, Anqi ultimately decided it was best not to engage with this chef. His strength was too formidable; even if they all teamed up, they might not gain an advantage. It would be better to report this situation back to their strategist.
"We're leaving!"
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Anqi led the few remaining Female Guards, along with the barely conscious Han Peng, back to the War Strategist Office.
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