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Wang Chao remained silent, simply watching Zhang Fusheng. He sensed that Zhang Fusheng was holding something back, a palpable urgency emanating from him as if he had a mission to complete. Zhang Fusheng spoke rapidly, especially towards the end of his words, showing little interest in conversing with Wang Chao. It was as if he was suppressing an overwhelming desire to fight Wang Chao.
Out of nowhere, Wang Chao suddenly felt that Zhang Fusheng's days were numbered. He couldn't explain why this thought crossed his mind, especially since he himself was about to face the strongest opponent, Zhang Fusheng, and could die at any moment. Yet, this feeling lingered in Wang Chao's heart, refusing to dissipate. At that moment, Zhang Fusheng declared, "I've already given you one chance; this is the second. This is our battle!"
"It's been a month; I've given you enough time!" Zhang Fusheng continued.
Wang Chao noticed that Zhang Fusheng mentioned time again, which raised more questions in his mind. But before he could respond, Zhang Fusheng's expression twisted into something fierce as he said, "If you can't defeat me this time, I will kill you and then have my men take turns violating Yang Mengying. Don't worry; I won't let her die. By then, only we and one woman will remain in Huaxia. Just think about what will happen!"
Upon hearing such words, Wang Chao's fists clenched tightly. However, he did not act on his anger; that was just his nature. The more furious he felt, especially at such a critical moment, the less likely he was to lose control. He understood that any mistake could lead to his death and bring about the very scenario Zhang Fusheng described. He had to remain cautious.
"Follow me!" As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng began to retreat quickly. Wang Chao leaped onto Little Wolf and followed closely behind. Before long, they arrived at a square where the national flag was usually raised. In the center stood a woman bound—Yang Mengying without a doubt. From a distance, it appeared she had already fallen unconscious; she looked frail as if she hadn't eaten for several days, her face devoid of color and barely clinging to life. This sight pained Wang Chao deeply.
"See?" Zhang Fusheng taunted. "Your beloved woman is right in front of you, yet you can't do anything about it. Isn't it heartbreaking? Don't you want to come and kill me? Come on! I'm right here! Look at her; she hasn't eaten for half a month! What a beautiful woman! Do you feel what I felt back then? Hahaha..."
Listening to Zhang Fusheng's words only fueled Wang Chao's anger further. He fixed his gaze on Zhang Fusheng as if flames were burning in his eyes and said slowly, "Zhang Fusheng, you're no longer the person you used to be. I once held out hope for your change and return, but now all I want is to kill you by any means necessary!"
At Wang Chao's words, Zhang Fusheng initially looked pleased but quickly turned somber before regaining his arrogant demeanor. "If you really think you can kill me, then come at me!" He prepared himself for an attack as if waiting for Wang Chao to strike first. At that moment, Wang Chao could no longer contain his pent-up frustration.
If he could stall for time until Tang Feng and the others arrived, they would surely be able to take down Zhang Fusheng. With this thought in mind, Wang Chao gritted his teeth and resolved that even if Zhang Fusheng was the Greatest Expert of Huaxia and his brother, he had to act now. Wang Chao charged forward with the Panlong Blade in hand, which gleamed like a divine weapon under the warm morning sun.
Seeing this, Zhang Fusheng rushed forward as well, hands clasped behind him. As he ran, the air around him visibly rippled and shifted like waves in the ocean with each movement he made—an exaggerated display of power that astonished Wang Chao. In just this past month, it seemed Zhang Fusheng's strength had increased significantly; Wang Chao wondered how he had achieved such growth.
Had all his hard training been for nothing?
Without giving Wang Chao much time to think, the distance between them shrank to just two or three meters. Wang Chao's Panlong Blade sliced through the air in front of him, visibly parting the currents as they splashed to either side. The force struck the decorative pillars nearby, cleaving them cleanly in half and turning them into powder without leaving a trace. Meanwhile, Zhang Fusheng raised his hands again, causing the air currents on both sides to converge towards the center, aiming directly at Wang Chao.
Seeing this, Wang Chao swung his Panlong Blade in a series of intricate arcs, resembling a winding river as it merged with the oncoming force. It was as if two mighty rivers had collided, creating an explosive backlash that stirred up a hurricane around them. The members of the Avengers Alliance nearby struggled against the powerful gusts, clinging desperately to the surrounding structures to avoid being swept away. The flagpole tied to Yang Mengying bent at a ninety-degree angle under the fierce wind, as if it might be uprooted at any moment.
In an instant, the two engaged in fierce combat. Within just a few seconds, they exchanged blows numbering in the hundreds, neither gaining the upper hand as their movements intertwined seamlessly.
"His strength has become astonishing!" one member of the Avengers Alliance exclaimed in disbelief. "How could he have improved so much in just a month? Is he really a genius? He's even more formidable than Young Master!"
"That's right. If he had another year, I fear Young Master wouldn't stand a chance against him!" another replied, tightening his cap as he spoke.
At that moment, Yang Mengying, still tied to the flagpole, overheard their conversation. The speed of their attacks was so rapid that she could barely comprehend what was happening. All she knew was that Wang Chao had come to rescue her. She remained silent, not wanting to distract him or cause any unnecessary harm during this intense battle, which had already reached a boiling point.
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