Guan Hong wept uncontrollably, kneeling beside Zhang Cheng's corpse, vowing to avenge his fourth brother!
Who could have imagined this outcome?
Qian Deshui's eyes also welled up with tears, his body trembling slightly, showing extreme anger.
"Old Fourth, rest in peace. I will definitely avenge you," he murmured, his gaze turning cold and sharp. Even Hong Xingwen felt a hint of pressure.
Hong Xingwen took a deep breath to calm himself, then said mockingly, "The hero's twilight, it's time for Jiangnan to change hands. Jiangnan will be the land of my Qian Men, hahahaha."
The crowd also buzzed with discussion, taunting Qian Deshui, believing he had no countermeasures and would likely fall to Hong Xingwen today.
Tao Qiyue's lips were pale. She had underestimated the cruelty of Hong Xingwen and his ilk!
A living person had just died before her eyes, and she could do nothing.
"Perhaps—"
"Chen Jinzhao's choice was correct," she muttered to herself.
To deal with people who play without rules, one must use even more brutal means. In chaotic times, stern measures are needed!
However, Tao Qiyue also worried for Chen Jinzhao, unsure of his strength and whether he could withstand the onslaught of Qian Men's divine generals. If he was outmatched, Tao Qiyue would draw her gun and shoot, rescuing Chen Jinzhao from Mo Zongmao.
Many eyes were on Chen Jinzhao, the pressure now on him.
After witnessing Zhang Cheng's death, Chen Jinzhao emanated a chill. He said to Qian Deshui, "Since they don't play by the rules, I won't let them have it easy. But you guys need to be careful. After I kill Mo Zongmao, Hong Xingwen and Ning Fei will surely lose their composure and open fire on us. You can then fire first to gain the advantage."
In this lawless zone, Chen Jinzhao's cruel nature was revealed.
Qian Deshui pursed his lips. "Young Master Chen, I understand!"
The female host on stage introduced the strengths of Chen Jinzhao and Mo Zongmao, and presented their odds. Mo Zongmao's odds were 1.5, while Chen Jinzhao's reached 5.0.
From this, it was evident that
the third party was very optimistic about Mo Zongmao, attracting many bets.
Seeing these odds, Tao Qiyue felt a sense of déjà vu. After much hesitation, she took out her 500,000 savings and bet it all on Chen Jinzhao.
For this, she was mocked by several nearby spectators, who thought Tao Qiyue was overestimating herself.
Tao Qiyue offered no explanation, waiting for the fight to begin.
After both sides warmed up, the betting was officially closed. The female host announced, "I declare the third round of the match officially open! Whoever wins this third match will be the victor of this challenge! As agreed, the winning side will gain the right to develop in the Jiangnan region, and the other side shall not obstruct!"
The female host stepped off the stage.
On the stage stood Chen Jinzhao and Mo Zongmao. Mo Zongmao stretched his muscles and smiled, "Did you see Zhang Cheng's fate just now? That will be your fate."
Chen Jinzhao's face was grim, and he remained silent.
Mo Zongmao was not in a hurry to attack. He continued with a faint smile, "Playing the master by not speaking? I think you'd be better off kneeling before me and begging for mercy. What do you say?"
"Who's that buzzing fly?" Chen Jinzhao retorted.
Mo Zongmao's expression turned cold. "You're still tough-mouthed on the brink of death. I'll send you on your way now."
"Die!"
Da da da!
Mo Zongmao moved with lightning speed. Each step he took on the stage produced a dull thud, like war drums being beaten. To everyone's ears, it made their hearts pound faster.
Qian Deshui said with a shocked expression, "Is this what an B-class expert is like?"
Guan Hong also set aside his grief, his tone heavy. "If I were to face Mo Zongmao, I probably wouldn't last three moves. If he went all out, I might be defeated in one."
This also made their hearts sink, and they worried for Chen Jinzhao.
On the stage,
Mo Zongmao, like a speeding truck, barreled towards Chen Jinzhao.
Whoosh!
He threw a punch, his finger pointing at Chen Jinzhao's face.
Just as everyone thought the punch would definitely hit Chen Jinzhao, Chen Jinzhao, as if he had anticipated Mo Zongmao's attack, tilted his head slightly and dodged it, drawing gasps from the audience.
"Hm?"
"You've got some skills." Mo Zongmao muttered.
Then,
Mo Zongmao attacked continuously, his fists raining down like a dense downpour.
But to everyone's astonishment, Mo Zongmao threw over twenty punches without touching a single hair on Chen Jinzhao, causing Mo Zongmao to feel anxious!
"This is impossible!"
"Even an B-class shouldn't be able to do this so easily."
Mo Zongmao muttered as he maintained his offensive, even starting to use his footwork.
Guan Hong's expression grew increasingly solemn, deeply feeling the gap between him and Mo Zongmao. "The difference between B-class and C-class is like a chasm. Only by breaking through physical limits can one become an B-class expert."
"What kind of expert is Young Master Chen?"
Qian Deshui hesitated. "I'm not sure either, but it seems Young Master Chen is very relaxed. Could he be A-class?"
Guan Hong's pupils contracted. "If he is truly A-class, that's terrifying."
A-class individuals are extremely rare and powerful. Those who reach this level are either top-tier elite soldiers in the military or influential figures hidden among the common folk.
On the opposite side of the stage,
Ning Fei's expression grew increasingly grim. Anyone could see that Mo Zongmao was at his wit's end, yet he still couldn't do anything to Chen Jinzhao. It seemed even more difficult for him to achieve anything now.
"Hong Xingwen, what the hell is going on?" he turned to Hong Xingwen.
Hong Xingwen's forehead beaded with cold sweat. Under Ning Fei's pressure, he said, "Mr. Ning, the outcome hasn't been decided yet. We can wait a bit longer. Perhaps Mo Zongmao is feigning weakness."
"Besides,"
"Even if Mo Zongmao loses, we still have our second plan."
Ning Fei took a deep breath. "I don't want to accept defeat; I only want to taste victory! Tell Mo Zongmao not to hold back and kill Chen Jinzhao as quickly as possible!"
Hong Xingwen nodded and shouted at Mo Zongmao, "Old Mo, stop playing with Chen Jinzhao. Kill him!"
Mo Zongmao was panting. Even after hearing Hong Xingwen's words, he couldn't respond. It was at this moment that he slightly lost focus. A sharp glint flashed in Chen Jinzhao's eyes, and he seized this opportunity to attack!
Mo Zongmao sensed danger. Before he could react, Chen Jinzhao had closed in. The shadow of a fist grew larger in his pupils. Mo Zongmao's hair stood on end, his muscles and nerves tightened, making him stiff. Mo Zongmao was like a locked-on target, completely unable to move, and could only watch as the fist landed on him!
Bang!
The iron fist struck, hitting Mo Zongmao squarely in the face!
A few blood-stained teeth flew through the air, then fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
As for Mo Zongmao, he was sent flying backward, crashing onto the stage.
Everyone watching was stunned.