Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 144: Life and Death
Black flames exploded, and Fu Zheng's body turned into a bloody light, instantly flying a thousand meters away. When they reunited, his body was completely devoid of blood, and his skin was as pale as a dead person.

Wen Lie smiled softly, "You didn't expect that, did you? I have a trick up my sleeve. This is my home turf, you've fallen into my trap!"

Fu Zheng looked around with a grim expression.

He could sense that, apart from dozens of crosses containing holy light power but only of D-level at most, there were no other supernatural powers in all directions. There were only tens of thousands of ordinary people.

However, it was this kind of environment that made him feel suppressed.

His body and soul were all affected. He only had 60% of his strength left, and in this environment, it was weakened by another 10%. When fighting, he felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, and the heavy burden made him very tired.

"unhappy!"

A coquettish male voice sounded from the side, giving Wen Lie goosebumps all over his body.

The spear thrust out at an angle that was not suitable for exerting force, piercing the sky. The spear tip and fingertips hit each other, and the atom-shattering spear light shattered the nails. The palm shook, and heavy phantoms entangled the spear tip in the middle. A silent and soundless palm fell lightly on Wen Lie's body. The extremely powerful penetrating force penetrated the holy light and holy scriptures, causing Wen Lie's internal organs to twitch.

The holy light energy burst out fiercely, like a self-protective hedgehog, countless golden light thorns burst out, Zhao Zhuikong's body kept flashing in the air, and finally landed on a wall a hundred meters away.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, but he also revealed a bit of grievance.

"That's so unfair! Why is it that only Zheng Zha has seasonings? Why don't I have any?"

Like a little girl protesting against favoritism, Zhao Zhuikong complained to Wen Lie.

Wen Lie's preparations can only be effective for the restoration of Zheng, but have no effect on Zhao Zhuikong.

"Isn't Madam Fungus enough? Is my holy axe too light? Or, after killing Zhao Yingkong, have you become too proud and lost your sense of self?"

Wen Lie's words were like a sharp dagger piercing Zhao Zhuikong's heart. Zhao Zhuikong stuck out his tongue and licked the scar on his finger, his whole face distorted beyond recognition.

"That's the fun of it. That's what eating durian is like. To enjoy the delicious flesh, you have to endure some costs first."

Zhao Zhuikong's voice became hoarse, and the murderous intent that rose to the sky seemed to dye the daylight with a light layer of blood. His body dissipated like a phantom, and five figures appeared around Wen Lie, launching a killing move with no retreat.

Zhao Zhuikong began to fight for his life, attacking without regard for the consequences. Although there were only five of them, they created thousands of afterimages around Wen Lie.

Wen Lie's holy light armor gradually cracked into pieces. He shook the Spear of Destiny and released a gun flower that covered the sky and the sun. The afterimages and gun shadows canceled each other out and then appeared at the same time.

The blood flowers gradually blossomed with gorgeous colors, but Zhao Zhuikong did not distance himself from them for even a second.

He was approaching Wen Lie, 1 meter, 0.9 meters, 0.8 meters...

If this holy land is Wen Lie's home ground, then the area of ​​dozens of centimeters is Zhao Zhuikong's territory. The closer the distance, the stronger his strength.

However, fighting alone, the seriously injured Zhao Zhuikong was no match for Wen Lie.

The impact of the holy light shattered a physical mirror, and a flaw immediately appeared in Zhao Zhuikong's encirclement. Wen Lie's four wings shook, turning into a golden light and distanced himself from Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Zhuikong immediately chased after him. Wen Lie brandished his spear, covering the front of Zhao Zhuikong with the force of the spear like a storm, while controlling the holy light to bombard Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Zhuikong dodged with a swift dodge, and in the blink of an eye, he circled behind Wen Lie. Wen Lie turned and fired a rifle, striking him in the side of the waist. Although Zhao Zhuikong disappeared in an instant, Wen Lie could still feel the impact. Sure enough, Zhao Zhuikong reappeared from his side, with several bones in his waist broken.

At this moment, Zhao Zhuikong looked horrible, but he completely ignored the injuries on his body. He seized the opportunity and moved closer to Wen Lie's body, completely ignoring the fact that his condition was not suitable for such a fighting method.

But because of this, in another confrontation, Wen Lie's neck was broken by Zhao Zhuikong's palm knife.

Wen Lie lowered his head, paused his hand movements, and suddenly thrust forward with a spear. The tip of the spear passed through Zhao Zhuikong's abdomen, but Zhao Zhuikong did not rush to retreat. He raised his palm knife and chopped at Wen Lie's most vulnerable neck again.

A crack appeared in the holy light energy, and Zhao Zhuikong's palm power penetrated in, shattering Wen Lie's Adam's apple.

Wen Lie clenched his teeth, and ripple qigong flowed throughout his body, suppressing the pain of his injuries. He grasped the Spear of Destiny with both hands and raised it upwards, ripping open Zhao Zhuikong's stomach.

Exchanging injury for injury is not a loss.

The muscles on Zhao Zhukong's abdomen hung down and turned outward, and Wen Lie could even see what his internal organs looked like.

Zhao Zhuikong retreated several kilometers and took out a piece of metal wire from the storage item. He actually used this weapon, which he usually used to set traps, to sew up his chest.

Wen Lie couldn't do it to his level. The time was short and the broken bones couldn't be repaired. The ripple qigong could only maintain the normal functioning of the respiratory tract.

Even at this point, his little bit of ripple qigong was no longer useful except for relieving pain.

"Great! Great! The harder it is to eat, the more satisfying it is once it's in your mouth!"

Zhao Zhuikong sutured the wound within three seconds, and rushed towards Wen Lie with a wild laugh. His body flashed, and he ignored his own injuries and approached Wen Lie again.

This was a real life-and-death fight. It had only been half a minute since the fight started, and both of their vital points had been attacked.

What about restoring Zheng?
He did not join the fight.

A one-on-one fight is different from a one-on-two fight. Given his restrained situation, if he easily participates in the battle, it will affect Zhao Zhuikong's performance.

However, Fu Zheng did not do nothing.

"Very good! Zhao Zhuikong! Hold him back! I'll use my killer move!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Fu Zheng's eyes, and a surging flame of violence was released from his body.

"Li Yan, Tornado Sky!"

Fu Zheng waved his hand, and the flames that had spread for hundreds of meters gathered towards the center, condensing into a tornado that was twenty meters high and ten meters wide.

The flames that formed the tornado seemed to have solidified, so dark that not even light could penetrate, exuding a powerful sense of weight.

The tornado formed by Li Yan roared towards Wen Lie, but its speed was not very fast. If it was a one-on-one situation, Wen Lie could easily break this move.

But now it was a one on two situation. Zhao Zhuikong was entangled and Wen Lie couldn't get away at all. He could only watch Fu Zheng use his strongest move so far to attack him.

(End of this chapter)