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Chapter 502 - 467: The New King

Chapter 502: Chapter 467: The New King

At the critical moment, Zhang Ziyue showed his desire to survive, immediately leaping backward with one hand on the ground, while simultaneously throwing away the gun in his hand and reaching for the weapon on his back.

However, the enemy before him seemed not to plan to entangle with Zhang Ziyue too much and instead leapt forward, rushing toward the crowd ahead.

The advantage of one person rushing into a group of enemies is that others, to avoid accidental injury, often dare not shoot recklessly, while you can freely shoot anyone.

But this time, the newcomer’s calculation fell through.

The moment the pistol was drawn, another dart accurately shot toward the wrist of his gun-holding hand.

The newcomer shrank his wrist, dodging the incoming dart; his figure ghostly swept across the lawn, charging toward Wu Li standing at the entrance of the corridor ahead!

The two were only seven or eight steps apart. In the blink of an eye, a short knife in the newcomer’s right hand had already slashed in front of Wu Li.

Wu Li, holding a dagger in his hand, which had appeared from nowhere, swung it up against the newcomer’s short knife.

Clang—

A crisp metallic clashing sound suddenly rang out; in the dark corridor, the sparks created by the short knife and dagger formed a long trail of light in the dimness, dazzlingly enchanting for a moment.

In just a few seconds, sparks of metal continuously streaked through the air, both figures fiercely and quickly intertwined, battling, the crisp metallic sounds incessantly filling the air, almost giving an overwhelming sensation.

During the recent explosion, He Ye was protected underneath a bodyguard’s body, so she wasn’t impacted much. Upon seeing Wu Li and the newcomer fiercely fighting, she immediately shouted loudly, "Spread out!"

Tangled together, firing a gun could easily lead to accidental injury, and with this level of fighting, others couldn’t intervene, so rather than staying and distracting Wu Li, it was better to voluntarily spread out and leave the battlefield to Wu Li.

Thrust, retract, thrust, retract, thrust, retract...

In just a dozen seconds, the newcomer’s short knife had already clashed with Wu Li’s dagger dozens of times; he realized Wu Li possessed similar speed and power to him, and it wasn’t just sheer power—every time his short knife collided with Wu Li’s dagger, he could feel a strange vibration that little by little affected his attacks.

However, in a battle where life and death could be decided in a split second, he didn’t feel the need for long to establish the victor; the brief impact could be ignored.

With a subconscious feint, the newcomer parried away Wu Li’s dagger, and the next instant, he aimed to slash toward Wu Li’s throat.

It’s over...

Just as this thought arose, a sensation of hitting the void transmitted from the blade; immediately after, Wu Li’s dagger pressed downward along the newcomer’s blade, leading and pulling at once, instantaneously achieving three clever changes in power, completely diverting the newcomer’s blade.

Tai Chi Listening Skill, Hua Jin.

Seizing the moment of the newcomer’s astonishment, Wu Li punched with his left hand into the opponent’s chest.

Boom!

Thrown back like a cannonball, the newcomer smashed open the door behind him and fell into a room on the left side of the corridor.

"He’s really wearing a bullet-proof vest..."

Wu Li felt somewhat disappointed; if the opponent had not been wearing a bullet-proof vest, that punch should have directly fractured his ribs.

Without hesitation, Wu Li charged toward the room ahead, his figure submerging into the darkness, vanishing out of sight.

Just as he entered the room, a figure rushed up to him in an instant; as his body accelerated, a punch followed!

Boom!

Wu Li braced himself with both arms and couldn’t help but retreat two steps.

He was somewhat surprised internally; no wonder He Ye had said the opponent’s strength was terrifyingly great. Given Wu Li’s current strength, even just passively defending, there weren’t many who could repel him head-on.

The strength of the person before him was similar to that of the Demon King Jon, captain of the American Team and UFC fighter, after using stimulants to boost his strength; no wonder He Ye struggled.

Whish!

The opponent charged once more, swinging the knife furiously!

Wu’s dagger parried, blocking the blade before quickly diffusing the force.

The attacker kicked out, followed by a left punch, right leg... In the blink of an eye, a flurry of attacks, using his whole body as a weapon, smashed out!

However, after a few moves, the attacker’s surprise grew. He felt as if the Wu in front of him was like an unfathomable ocean. No matter how rampant his attacks were, they were silently absorbed and neutralized by the opponent.

"Just this?"

A few moves later, Wu’s voice echoed in the room.

Without waiting for the attacker to react, immense power came crashing down like a mountain collapsing!

How could this be...

Boom!

The attacker was thrown back, retreating more than ten meters across the huge bedroom, reaching the wall on the other side in just two seconds. During the retreat, a chair was smashed to pieces, and a desk was kicked flying out, along with a loud bang, the wall instantly dented...

For a moment, the attack seemed like a war chariot crushing everything in front of it; no method he used could stop it.

After countless battles, his pride in his strength was nakedly crushed for the first time...

In the world-class underground black market boxing, there are fighters who can easily kick through more than twenty inches of iron bars and tear apart polar bears! He used to be the top fighter among them. After reaching the peak of his strength, he formed the "Dark Clown" with a partner, seeking a breakthrough in skills. He practiced more efficient killing techniques, gun skills, and evasive maneuvers from gunfire.

As ’Dark Clown’ ruling the underworld, unlike his partner who preferred guns, he liked to resolve fights up close, and over the last decade, he had met no match until tonight...

People outside the room dared not enter, they could only listen to the noise inside and silently pray for Wu.

It had been less than ten seconds since the opponent and Wu entered the room, but the noises coming from inside grew louder and louder, making people gasp at the feeling that the two were going to completely tear down the room.

"Be careful!"

At that moment, He Ye’s voice suddenly rang out.

Bang!

A gunshot, a bodyguard was headshotted, and the others immediately sought cover, firing back in the direction of the gunshot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Consecutive gunshots followed by screams.

Three bodyguards taking cover behind a stone pillar and firing back were shot in the instant their bodies leaned out; two were shot in the wrists, and one in the right shoulder.

Such spear technique, astoundingly accurate and fast!

"It’s the other Dark Clown!"

He Ye shouted from behind a stone pillar in the outside corridor, his voice tinged with despair.

At this moment, Wu was held up, and with He Ye heavily wounded, the rest probably couldn’t withstand the opponent.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the newcomer seemed to make no attempt to hide, charging over with a gun.

Just then, a figure was thrown out of the room.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, everyone could see that the figure thrown onto the lawn was a corpse wearing a clown mask.

’Dark Clown’, a dominating force in the underworld, was now discarded like trash.

In the winner-takes-all underworld, this represented only one thing: a new king had been born.