Chapter 16 Bloodshed

Author: Shifangwenchao

Chapter 16 Bloodshed

Jiang Ziheng is a standard warrior who picked up a secret book and practiced his martial arts on his own.

Forty years ago, the emperor of the Daqian Empire suddenly died inexplicably, seven sons fought for the dragon, and the country was in chaos. Nahui took the opportunity to rise.

Relying on his ruthlessness, observation of words and a little bit of indispensable luck, he has made a name for himself.

Thirty years ago, after the ninth emperor of the Daqian Empire came to power, Jiang Ziheng quickly cleaned himself up. Not wanting to give up the world he had finally won, he simply opened a martial arts gym privately.

Because he does not have the status of a martial artist, the martial arts gym opened by Jiang Ziheng is not recognized by the Wushu Association and cannot recruit students. Therefore, Jiang Ziheng's direct disciples are all ruthless people selected from the underground world. Among them, there are eight direct disciples and more than a hundred nominal disciples. Each one of them is a prominent figure in the underground world.

Although his own strength is insufficient, he has only been a dark martial artist for many years, and he has a lot of bad records, so he is not allowed to register in the martial arts association, but he relies on giving a lot of money, pouring wherever the wind blows, and using his disciples to make white gloves With these three moves, Jiang Ziheng was invulnerable, and he could even hold a review meeting at the end of every month to sort out the month's earnings.

But today is an even more special day.

He dismissed the irrelevant people and asked his close followers to guard the door. In the secret room, a middle-aged man sat at the top with a golden sword. The eight disciples had already taken their seats. The aroma of hot pot lingered, and everyone was excited. A rosy face is for money and power.

"Forty years ago, the empire's bureaucrats were all dreaming of heaven and all nations coming to the empire. The Morning Star Alliance, the Irish Empire, and the Dexin Dynasty were all vulnerable in the eyes of the gentlemen, but they Unexpectedly, in less than ten years, countless colonies under the empire's rule have turned into worthless real estate. Some places are difficult to rule, such as the Paracel Islands, and some places are not worth ruling, such as the Ocean Islands. Continent, only three years later, before the war between the seven princes officially ended, the empire lost nearly two-thirds of its colonies."

Jiang Ziheng recalled the past, recalling the past of thirty years ago when you killed me and I killed you. At that time, a large number of factories went bankrupt, workers were laid off, four of the seven princes fought openly and openly, and the whole country was in turmoil.

But for Jiang Ziheng, it was an unprecedented good time.

Only when the country is about to be in chaos and gangsters are rampant, can a black rat like him, who has no background, no talent, and only ruthless "advantages", be able to rise up and build this foundation.

So every time when he was drunk, Jiang Ziheng would tell his glorious history to his cronies, how he came from poverty to where he is now, enjoying the adoring eyes of his 'disciples'.

Of course Jiang Ziheng knows that most of them are just pretending, but so what? He has worked hard all his life, isn't it just for what he has now? Can't he still enjoy it?

"I have struggled for forty years for this prosperity." Jiang Ziheng raised the wine glass in his hand, "In forty years, I have grown from nothing without any leverage, but I am also old and have no heirs, so... It’s time to officially choose a successor among the eight of you."

"I have seen all your efforts over the years." Jiang Ziheng's voice was low, "Everyone has made great contributions. I have been thinking about which of you should be appointed as the successor, but I can't think of it after thinking about it.

, but finally, today I made a decision."

"Chu Yun, according to my accurate information, he is now hiding in Beichen Building, healing his wounds while watching us covetously. Whoever wants to find a way to kill him, bring his head and the other half of the secret technique he has practiced,

Who is my heir!" Jiang Ziheng slammed the empty wine glass in his hand on the table and smiled ferociously.

This was the first time that Jiang Ziheng clarified the criteria for a successor. Perhaps it was because he was already old and frail in his sixties and was indeed no longer able to control his disciples who were in their prime.

But before the eight disciples, whose faces were full of ecstasy, could express their loyalty and will one by one, a blade suddenly passed through the wall on one side, and immediately there was a dull voice.

"Inherit? Are you going to hell to inherit?"

The sharp blade was gently swung downwards, cutting through the entire wall as easily as cutting tofu.

boom!

Without giving anyone a chance to react, Liu Wu kicked the wall. With the support of the blood-burning secret method, with up to four times the strength of an ordinary person and the forceful technique, the cut wall was shot out with electricity like a cannonball.

came out and hit the center of the table hard.

The boiling soup rose into the sky, and immediately bags after bags of flour were thrown in. White powder flew all over the sky, covering everything.

"who is it?"

"enemy!"

"careful!"

…

The warning sound sounded, and the three men with first-level warrior qualifications suddenly stood up, activated the blood-burning secret method, and pounced towards the enemy in their memory.

A flash of sword light flashed from left to right.

Cutting steel is as easy as cutting tofu, and Onikiri is even easier to cut people. There is no distinction between before and after, and there is no lag. Huge wounds appear on the body, blood spurts out, and the severed organs slowly fall off one by one, and soon

The fire suddenly appeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a continuous sound of gunfire. Jiang Ziheng, the only one holding a firearm, seized the opportunity, took out his pistol, pointed it at the looming shadow in the dust, and shot seven times in a row with rapid accuracy.

"Warriors still use guns? I don't know." Liu Wu casually grabbed half of his body to block the bullet, and threw the body towards Jiang Ziheng at will. He immediately rushed towards the remaining disciples, and the sword light reappeared and blood spurted out. In less than three seconds,

In a matter of seconds, there were only two people left in the entire secret room who could still breathe.

"As long as it's useful, I'll use anything."

Also activating the blood-burning secret technique, Jiang Ziheng fired seven consecutive shots without aiming, and immediately moved towards the hole with his back to the wall. The closed room plus a lot of dust was really not suitable for him to perform. As long as he walked out and had a slightly wider field of vision,

You can immediately make this sudden and evil visitor understand what it means to shoot fast from ten paces, and to shoot fast and hard within ten paces.

But no chance!

Liu Wu, who deliberately waited for more than ten seconds to let his power reach its peak before coming in, had no intention of leaving Jiang Ziheng any chance. He tried his best to block the bullet and left a mark on the concrete floor with a single step of his foot.

The lower three inches of shoe prints.

Immediately he shouted loudly and waved his sword!

"Roar!"

The roar vibrated back and forth in the sealed room, like a tiger's roar. The bones in his body exploded, and the power erupted in his body had exceeded the normal limit.

Powerful power surged out from the soles of the feet and immediately poured into the body. The power of the earth was mixed with the power of the whole body, and the blade swung out was like a crescent moon.

"asshole!"

There was no need to retreat or change ammunition. In this situation, the blood in Jiang Ziheng's bones was aroused. As he punched out, the force of the punch collided with the airflow in the virtual space to create a wave that was as real as a wave.

But how could Jiang Ziheng be so unwise when he used his fist to collide with a sword that was obviously as sharp as clay?

Before the fists collided, Liu Wu seemed to hear a thunderous explosion, his whole mind froze, and his consciousness instantly went blank.

This was Jiang Ziheng's original adventure, a powerful secret technique that allows practitioners to gather their will in advance and suppress the enemy before the energy is transformed and before the qi and blood enter the brain.

A long time ago, Jiang Ziheng relied on this skill to dominate the streets. Now, he relies on this skill to give his disciples the impression that he is invincible.

And now, it seems that he is going to rely on this hand to fight back against the enemy?

But even though Liu Wu was distracted, the Onikiri in his hand did not hesitate at all.

Not only that, as his spirit was lost and his consciousness was unable to control his body, the original muscle restrictions were lifted, and Liu Wu's strength actually increased by three points again. The powerful force had already damaged his own muscles before he could exert it.

The speed of the knife increased by another three points, and a substantial barrier appeared at the tip of the blade. From top to bottom, Jiang Ziheng was completely cut open in an instant.

At this time, Jiang Ziheng's fist was even three points away from Liu Wu's chest.

This is life and death with one sword, swinging the sword without regrets.

Even if you are conscious, you may not be able to stop yourself from swinging the blade, let alone unconsciously.

Jiang Ziheng's willpower attack can indeed make people lose consciousness when used on a normal martial artist, and it can't be used even if it's very powerful. However, when used on someone like Liu Wu who practices abnormal martial arts, it will only leave him with no strength at all.

Can't come down.
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