Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Hey you……"

As soon as he looked up, the second half of his sentence caught in his throat, turning into cold sweat that broke out on his forehead.

Standing before them was a tall, strong man, easily over two meters tall, a veritable giant in their eyes. He wasn't wearing a military uniform, a suit, or the black and blue uniform of a sheriff; instead, he was dressed like an executioner from the Civil War—wearing an extremely plain, pale white outfit, his muscular arms completely exposed.

The most terrifying thing is that what hangs around its neck is not a head, but a metal triangular helmet with sharp angles and pointed edges.

We were so close that we could hear the heavy breathing coming from under that metal triangular helmet.

"Kachi!"

With a gentle clench of his hand, he crushed the Sacred Heart pendant into pieces.

"Sir!" His companion swallowed hard, his face turning pale with fright. He quickly stood at attention and explained, "We...we didn't slack off, it's just that..."

"Here. No need. God."

The executioner's head drooped slightly, the sharp point of his triangular helmet pressed against the praying man's neck like a blade. Just a little more pressure and he would slice the man's neck open.

He didn't dare to utter a sound.

But the executioner didn't kill him. In the end, he only uttered these words in a deep, rough voice, breaking them into fragments, before pouring out the crushed powder, "Do what you're supposed to do..."

This was one of the few times he didn't finish his sentence.

As if they had heard something, the huge, heavy metal triangular helmet turned to the end of the line.

……

Something heavy and fast seems to be coming this way.

Chapter 745: It's all too late!

"Click!"

Within firing range, Zhang Renfeng spotted several men dressed as private soldiers. As he ran, he drew his two pistols and pulled the trigger, but failed to hear the sound of bullets being fired.

Dud!

Zhang Renfeng's heart tightened, but he quickly realized it was normal. In such heavy rain, even his best holster was bound to get wet. Conversely, the enemy was in the same boat. Their weapons would also be affected by the weather; their revolver cylinders were more prone to water ingress. This meant that both sides would have to engage in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat!

Thinking this, a smile even appeared on his lips. He took a deep breath, added more force, and launched a solo charge in the pouring rain!

……

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

Amidst heavy footsteps, Zhang Renfeng burst through the window of the city hall, displaying extraordinary explosive power and endurance upon landing.

It's no exaggeration to say that at that moment, he was like a human locomotive. His speed was so great that he pierced through the dense raindrops, creating a gap in the curtain of snow. Coupled with the penetrating sound of his footsteps, people noticed him even from a distance.

However, no one's first reaction was to treat him as a person.

"Wait a minute!" Finally, someone realized something was wrong and shouted, "What the hell is that thing...?"

In their eyes, this wasn't even running; a more accurate description would be "flying" on the ground. Each step he took was like a leap, allowing him to soar a considerable distance, making one wonder: even though we're all on the same planet, why does gravity seem to bind us differently?

Shock and hesitation wasted several seconds, causing them to lose their optimal distance.

That expressionless face, yet radiating enough pressure, was already close at hand.

"He's trying to steal our explosives!" Finally, someone realized what was happening, instinctively drawing their weapon from their waist and shouting, "Stop him!"

"Crack!"

The hammer fell, but there was no sound, only a few drops of rain splashed out. This was exactly what Zhang Renfeng expected, and he didn't even try to dodge.

He charged straight forward, his raised right leg disappearing briefly into the heavy rain. With astonishing force, he delivered a powerful front kick.

"Thump—!!"

A powerful kick landed squarely on his abdomen, sending rain splashing out in a ring. The immense force instantly snapped his spine. His abdomen caved in, while his back bulged out, looking like a broken bone. He flew backward several meters before crashing to the ground with a rather grotesque thud.

It must be said that the private soldiers raised by the Wagner family were indeed different from ordinary private bodyguards. Zhang Renfeng often used extremely exaggerated methods to kill one person at the very beginning of a battle. Seeing his fate, most of the remaining men would be wary and hesitate to advance. After all, they only earned that much a month, why risk their lives?

A less organized team might simply turn around and run for their lives, abandoning everyone when disaster strikes.

However, the private soldiers they encountered this time showed no signs of abating. Instead, they shouted loudly and rushed at Zhang Renfeng from all directions, clinging to him. Some grabbed his arms, others strangled his neck; all of them exerted their strength together, trying to use their numerical advantage to suppress him.

Being surrounded and attacked by them filled Zhang Renfeng with utter disgust.

And anger.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

With his eyes wide open, Zhang Renfeng let out a powerful battle roar, opened his large hand, grabbed a person's head, and slammed it against the weight of so many people, slamming it violently to the ground!

"boom!!"

There was absolutely no room for resistance.

The unfortunate man who was caught gave his life, demonstrating what it means to have one's head blown off. In less than a second, his head made direct contact with the cold ground from a height of more than a meter, splattering red and white fluids. He didn't even have time to feel the pain before he was lifeless.

Such a tragic scene finally deterred some of the private soldiers. They could clearly feel that the force suppressing them was not as strong as before, and some of them were already considering retreating.

With a swing of his arm, he flung the four or five people hanging on his arm away, then kicked the rest away. Zhang Renfeng broke free from their grip with ease, as if shaking off leaves stuck to his body.

"Die, you yellow-skinned monster!"

A private soldier gritted his teeth, suddenly leaped out from behind, pulled out a short dagger, and stabbed him hard in the lower back with his full weight.

"when!!"

"..."

The moment he failed to pierce through, his expression changed drastically. Judging from the thickness of the clothing, he was almost certain that the man wasn't wearing any soft armor or chainmail. It really was just a thin layer of cloth.

So, what lies beneath this layer of fabric...

What is it?

Zhang Renfeng turned around and looked at him calmly.

"Ah...ah!!"

He cried out in terror and turned to run away, but was grabbed by the ankle. Zhang Renfeng grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand and easily lifted him above his head.

The rapid elevation of the field of vision, making it impossible for the feet to touch the ground, would instill immense fear in most humans. The private soldier, completely flustered, his face contorted with terror, immediately screamed, "No! No! Don't—!!"

……

"pity."

Zhang Renfeng revealed a sinister smile, something he hadn't done in a long time. "Everything..."

"It's too late!"

With a force exerted by both hands, as if throwing a bag of flour, Zhang Renfeng slammed the living person hard onto the ground!

"Thump—!!"

The pleas for mercy abruptly ceased, and water and gravel splattered everywhere. Zhang Renfeng's force was so great that it created a small crater in the ground. In that one blow, all his internal organs were shattered. Blood mingled with the rainwater and gushed out. He struggled twice as if by reflex, and then fell silent again.

At the same time, the Fish Intestine Sword was silently drawn from its sheath and held in his hand. Raindrops dripped onto the blade, as if one could hear its cheerful buzzing.

Yes.

From any perspective, it's been a long time coming.

"..." Zhang Renfeng raised the Fish Intestine Sword, his expression indifferent, his upper body slightly leaning forward, maintaining a posture as if he were about to pounce at any moment.

The next moment, the heel lightly touches the ground!

The sword light swiftly pierced through countless human bodies, then emerged from the other side, carving out blood flowers against the backdrop of the continuous torrential rain.

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high places.

Lu Aniu watched all of this calmly.

A smile, the meaning of which was ambiguous, curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 746: Tombstone

"??!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if struck by lightning, and his hair stood on end. He hadn't experienced this alarming physiological reaction in a long time, so he dared not ignore it. He immediately turned his head to look at the source of the chill.

Nothing at all.

The city remained silent despite the heavy rain.

Regardless of the source of his alertness, once he realized his unusual reaction, he immediately composed himself, seamlessly blending into the city and the sound of rain. Looking around, there was only darkness and silence; it seemed that the chill he had felt earlier was merely Zhang Renfeng's illusion.

……

illusion?

"No, absolutely not!"

Looking at the church dome in the distance, Zhang Renfeng wondered, "There should be... something in that direction..."

A heavy whooshing sound rang in his ears.

"Thump—!!!"

A large, black iron-forged cleaver swung through the air in a semi-circle, cleaving through the raindrops, striking Zhang Renfeng squarely to the side.

The executioner didn't deliberately use the sharp edge of his blade against his opponent; instead, he used the side of his cleaver to strike heavily, treating it entirely as a useful blunt weapon. He seized the moment when his opponent was distracted, and with a speed disproportionate to his massive physique, he closed in and delivered a sudden, devastating blow.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have their brains splattered by such a blow.

But Zhang Renfeng possessed exceptional martial arts skills, and even without deliberate defense, the feedback he received was vastly different from that of an ordinary person. The executioner felt as if the blade had struck an incredibly hard stone, the impact leaving his wrist somewhat numb.

"What's this……?"

Through the triangular iron helmet, he witnessed an incredibly astonishing scene.

As Zhang Renfeng flew backward, he twisted his waist in mid-air, took a step, and used the rotation to completely dissipate the force of the attack.

……

“You killed us…dozens of people…” The executioner gripped the hilt of his sword, his words trailing off, echoing in the heavy metal helmet. “They were all quite skilled. Training them…it took a lot of time.”

“Compared to what you’re about to do, this is nothing,” Zhang Renfeng said coldly. “If there really is a hell, it’s prepared for you.”

"There is only one hell." The executioner swung his greatsword. "And we are in it!"

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He dragged the large cleaver with one hand as he ran towards himself, using the speed of his sprint to swing the black iron. A heavy arc of black light pressed into the air, showing that his strength and speed were far superior to those of ordinary people.

This enormous cleaver, forged entirely from solid black iron, must weigh around 150 kilograms, yet he could wield it with one hand. Running, sprinting, and leaping, he moved like an ordinary person, the blade aimed directly at his own neck, demonstrating his understanding of the human body's weak points and proving he was not a reckless brute lacking skill.

Right.

If he didn't have some special skills, he probably wouldn't have been asked to handle such shady private matters for the Wagner family.

In a different setting or under a different circumstance, Zhang Renfeng might have been interested in sparring with him and testing his strength. After all, most people were not on his level, and this man before him seemed like someone he could at least exchange a few blows with. But right now… with over three thousand eight hundred lives on his shoulders, his anger towards Waglet had reached its peak, and he had no interest in playing cat-and-mouse games with him anymore.

The blade is about to fall.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

"when---!!"

With both hands outstretched and his lower body slightly bent, he steadily caught the downward chop!

"??!"

The executioner paused noticeably; clearly, he had never encountered such a situation before, not even with Zhang Renfeng.

He tried to drag the blade, intending to use the edge to slash Zhang Renfeng's hand. But as soon as he tried, he found the blade stuck in a crevice, completely immovable. The opponent's grip strength, finger strength, and overall power far exceeded his expectations!

Just as he attempted to drag the knife...