The sudden attack caused Ward the werewolf and the others to change their expressions. Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Jin Zhenghe, Ward's heart pounded as he recognized the opponent's strength.
At the same time.
Zhang Chao and Wu Nian also reacted, but they did not intervene. Not to mention whether they could stop the opponent given their strength, but considering Ward the werewolf's status, they didn't need to help block.
As expected.
Just as Jin Zhenghe approached.
Bang!
A figure appeared before Ward the werewolf. It was Zhang Wei. He calmly raised his hand and met Jin Zhenghe's outstretched hand. Their palms collided, emitting a deafening roar.
The sound was so loud.
Even the passersby who were still paying attention to the deep pit were startled, thinking there was an explosion behind them, and turned to look.
But as they looked, the passersby were confused.
There was no fire or explosion dust behind them. Apart from people everywhere, there was nothing strange. The only strange thing was that there were two men, one young and one middle-aged, whose palms were pressed together. No one knew if they were engaged in some homosexual activity or what.
However.
Compared to the confusion of the passersby, Jin Zhenghe was stunned. His heart was filled with shock, and he looked at Zhang Wei with disbelief:
"Half-step Zhenguo level?"
To vent his anger, Jin Zhenghe had not held back, using his half-step Zhenguo level strength. Yet, the young man in front of him had blocked it with a raised hand, and his face showed no change, clearly at ease.
Inevitably.
Jin Zhenghe thought of someone. To reach the half-step Zhenguo level at this age, and with an Asian face, he thought of someone.
"Are you Zhang Wei?"
As the words left his mouth.
Zhang Wei's response was to raise his hand and slap him.
Zhang Wei didn't care who it was if they dared to attack his people. He dared to provoke the Senluo Division, let alone other ghost exorcists.
This palm strike.
Zhang Wei did not hold back at all, unleashing his full strength.
[Ghost Back Tattoo activated, borrowing partial strength from Old Man Willow, bestowing it upon the host.]
It should be known that Zhang Wei's own strength was already at the half-step Zhenlong Guard level. Now, borrowing part of Old Man Willow's power, Zhang Wei was like a god incarnate at this moment, his raised hand like divine punishment.
Jin Zhenghe's pupils contracted, and he quickly raised his hand to block.
The next moment.
With a whoosh, like the sound of air friction, a sonic boom.
Jin Zhenghe was sent flying, crashing heavily into a distant wall with a thunderous roar. The wall was smashed into a deep pit, and Jin Zhenghe lay in the ruins of the wall, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Too strong.
Zhang Wei was far stronger than he had imagined. It turned out that the rumors on the international forum about him being in the top ten of the veteran rankings were not rumors, but true. No, his ranking should even be higher.
But before Jin Zhenghe could even think.
Zhang Wei had already appeared before him, unleashing a dense barrage of punches.
"Wait, it's all a misunderstanding."
Realizing that the opponent was Zhang Wei, Jin Zhenghe knew he had mistaken him. However, Zhang Wei did not listen. No matter who he was, if he dared to attack his people, he deserved at least a beating.
"Sibada."
Jin Zhenghe clearly noticed this too. After taking several punches to the face, he was also provoked. He was a renowned half-step Zhenguo level expert, and now he was being beaten by a young ghost exorcist from Great Xia. If this got out, he would have no face to show.
Boom—
Jin Zhenghe struck, his fist glowing with black light, and he exchanged a punch with Zhang Wei. The resulting shockwave caused the ground around them to tremble, making people instinctively think it was an earthquake. Then, he lifted a leg and kicked at Zhang Wei who was pressing down on him.
In response.
Zhang Wei dodged Jin Zhenghe's kick with a flash, and then they both raised their legs and whipped them towards each other.
Another deafening roar.
Their legs whipped and collided, creating shockwaves that sent the surrounding onlookers flying.
Just then.
Jin Zhenghe seemed to sense something. He felt two figures appear on his left and right. They were Zhang Chao and Wu Nian.
Although they didn't know Jin Zhenghe's identity, they realized that he was likely a ghost exorcist. Otherwise, a person at the half-step Zhenguo level wouldn't act so brazenly. However, Zhang Chao and Wu Nian exchanged glances, and they didn't care about that.
They were from the renowned righteous sects of Great Xia and were also good brothers to Zhang Wei.
"Someone hitting my brother? A Korean from Sibada."
Zhang Chao gave Jin Zhenghe the middle finger. At the same time, a rune glowed in his palm, ancient and majestic. His Ghost King level aura also erupted at this moment, and he unceremoniously slapped Jin Zhenghe's face.
At the same time.
A serene and detached voice echoed.
"Amitabha, may Buddha forgive my rude behavior today. Sinful, sinful."
Wu Nian clasped his hands together. His originally detached and ethereal demeanor became even more detached and sacred at this moment, as if he were a living Buddha. His five fingers were joined into a palm, like a golden Buddha hand, and he slapped towards Jin Zhenghe's face.
Seeing this.
Jin Zhenghe raised his hand to block, but at this moment, Zhang Wei appeared before him from nowhere and pressed his five fingers towards his face.
Everything happened too quickly.
Jin Zhenghe had no time to react. In an instant, Zhang Wei pressed his face and smashed him fiercely towards the ground.
Boom!!!
Like a thousand-pound stone falling to the ground, centered on Jin Zhenghe's face, the ground caved in with a roar, forming a huge pit. The pit was so large that it was even bigger than the pit left by the Ghost King's self-destruction.
This scene.
The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded, as if they were dreaming. Even the crying children stopped:
"Sibada, is this Marvel invading? Is Superman alive?"
"Are we still on Earth?"
"Dad, there's Superman, you said there wasn't."
Watching Zhang Wei and the others fight Jin Zhenghe, everyone felt it was dreamlike. This was no longer a fight; it was a battle of gods, a battle of Supermen. Any punch could send a truck flying, creating a highly visual impact.
The battle did not last long.
After all, it was a battle of half-step Zhenguo level. The ghost exorcist organization of the "Stolen Country" soon learned of the situation and sent people to stop the fight between Zhang Wei and Jin Zhenghe.
However...
When they stopped the fight, they were also stunned.
"Mr. Jin Zhenghe, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?"
A ghost exorcist from the "Stolen Country" asked hesitantly, unable to help but glance at Jin Zhenghe again.
At this moment.
Jin Zhenghe had lost all semblance of his half-step Zhenguo level majesty. Both his left and right cheeks bore swollen palm prints. His clothes were tattered, his body covered in dust, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his arms and face were bruised and swollen. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he looked like a pig's head.
Seeing this.
All the ghost exorcists present were shocked. This was Jin Zhenghe, the half-step Zhenguo level expert, who had been beaten into such a state by three young men.
In response.
Zhang Wei laughed heartlessly:
"Sorry, Mr. Jin Zhenghe, I thought you were my enemy. Seeing you attack my subordinate, I couldn't hold back."
Zhang Chao chimed in:
"Very sorry, sumida. I saw you fighting my brother, so I also intervened. How about, Mr. Jin Zhenghe, I buy you some band-aids?"
Wu Nian clasped his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, this humble monk's blows were a bit heavy. Please, Mr. Jin Zhenghe, do not take offense. As for your medical expenses, please allow me to cover them."
As they spoke.
Jin Zhenghe: "..."
Although he could see the monk's good intentions, hearing them made him want to curse. He was a half-step Zhenguo level expert.
...