Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

These are rare insights into life that he has gained from his journey.

The captain advised him to bide his time. This was because, being part of the Illuminati, he knew all too well just how vast the organization was. At the very pinnacle of power in the nation, even a tiny fraction of its influence could cause immeasurable destruction.

Before you grow into a behemoth, it's best not to openly wage war against him.

But the situation is completely different now.

Whether by coincidence or fate, Zhang Renfeng stumbled into the headquarters of the Guangzhao Sect. Such a golden opportunity, if missed, might never come again in this lifetime!

……

"Guards?! Guards! Kill him!" Istova had already sensed something was wrong, but he still believed he had someone protecting him and that the situation was still under control. So, he waved his arm from his high position and shouted, "Kill him now!"

According to the rules, firearms are not allowed within the arena, in order to restore the city's "worldview" as much as possible. Therefore, after Istova shouted, soldiers in armor, carrying spears, rushed out from the small gates on the east and north sides.

They had already sold their lives and values ​​to this city. With a shout, they charged towards Zhang Renfeng, instantly surrounding him and wielding their spears like hunters attacking wild beasts from all directions!

shoulder.

chest.

belly.

neck.

waist.

leg.

……

Almost every empty space on his body was covered with quills, making him look like a hedgehog.

however……

The countless spear tips failed to pierce his body, and the initial surge of passion gradually cooled under the gaze of those black pupils.

As we all know, the arena must be competitive.

When fighting such a monster, the level of "skill" is no longer important; whether one survives depends entirely on luck.

Those unlucky guys who were first targeted by his gaze were clearly in bad luck.

"top--!!!"

Zhang Renfeng exerted all his strength, his eyes suddenly wide open, glaring angrily, and he let out a powerful low roar. He assumed a horse stance and, in the process, grabbed a long spear.

With his strong arms as a clamp, he suddenly lifted it up!

"ah----!!"

Amid screams, two or three people were thrown out like bowling balls, crashing into the crowd and knocking over even more guards.

The tight formation crumbled in an instant.

Zhang Renfeng wiped the wind-blown hair from his forehead. Even with a dozen or so spear tips pressed against his body, he continued to laugh wildly. As he roared with laughter, he suddenly grabbed a man with one hand, seized his ankle, and began to swing him around like a weapon!

Based on his experience, in such a chaotic battle where one is surrounded by multiple people, there is no better way to break the deadlock than simply grabbing someone and using them as a weapon.

Sure enough, the tactic of making an example of someone to scare others works in any situation—when everyone saw with their own eyes how the "monkey" whose ankle he was holding left trails in the air at a speed that was almost a blur, and how blood escaped from his mouth, nose and eyes because of the speed, their morale collapsed instantly, and they all screamed and ran away.

As Zhang Renfeng got carried away with the killing, he showed no mercy to these henchmen of the Guangzhao Sect, ignoring their pleas for mercy and simply swinging the human-shaped "club" in his hand.

Being slammed into someone's body, armor and all, weighing approximately ninety kilograms, at an extremely high speed, would not leave any open wounds like knife cuts. There would usually only be two sounds: the cracking of bones and tendons, and the spray of blood.

In an instant, the arena descended into chaos, becoming a true battleground of carnage.

The sand and dust flew up, temporarily obscuring the people and objects in the arena, but the sound of Zhang Renfeng swinging his "weapon" never stopped.

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"Damn it, that guy's a madman! Who let this madman in?!" Istova finally came to his conclusion, while the audience seats on this floor were already in complete chaos.

Panic spread rapidly, and those who were unaware of what was happening all chose to run away. Like a quail startled by the gunshot, he propped his head up, looked around, took a couple of deep breaths, and quickly made a decision.

run!

Career, power, money, connections… these things are certainly important, but none are more important than life. If I lose my life here, everything else is meaningless. Saving my life is the most urgent matter!

Driven by this thought, he abandoned everyone else in the audience, even his emperor, and fled towards the exit.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

Istova rudely pushed aside the people blocking his way, like a fish leaping at the edge of a puddle during the dry season. He used every ounce of strength he had to get closer and closer to the puddle, not seeking to escape, but even just to survive temporarily, which would be worthwhile.

The escape archway was right in front of him, seemingly within reach, and a faint smile finally appeared on Istova's stiff facial muscles.

……

"boom----!!!"

A soldier's spear pierced through the wooden fence and nailed through the wall, startling him so much that he turned pale and fell to the ground.

A hand, as hard and powerful as if cast from black stone, gripped the protrusion of the wooden fence from below.

"Where are you going?"

A chilling smile appeared on Zhang Renfeng's face. His hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in bloodstains that hadn't yet dried, as if he had stepped out of hell. With a nimble flip, he landed in front of Istova.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Istova trembled as soon as he was swept by his gaze, and quickly begged for mercy, "I don't know anything! Arresting me won't do any good. I was just following orders. You'll have to ask him for details!"

He casually pointed to His Majesty the Emperor, dressed in magnificent robes, not far away.

His clothes made it difficult for him to run, as they not only restricted his movements but also made him very conspicuous, easily spotted in a crowd.

Zhang Renfeng glanced at him, not in a hurry to chase after him, but simply asked, "Who is he?"

“Samuel Graves!” Istova exclaimed hastily. “He’s the culprit behind the creation of this city! You should go to him for everything, no matter what grudge you have. As for me… I’m just an insignificant nobody, nothing more!”

……

Zhang Renfeng's mind went blank for a moment, and he felt a little uneasy.

Not far away, His Majesty the Emperor's escape looked so disheveled, so comical, so desperate, showing no signs of being a shrewd and calculating mastermind.

Is this the guy who is the leader of the Gilded Party, who controls most of the American government, and who is the undisputed leader of the Illuminati?

Or was it the fear of death that turned him back into an ordinary person?

"..."

Zhang Renfeng nodded, then suddenly smiled, "So, he must know more than you do."

“Of course.” Istova nodded subconsciously, then suddenly sensed something was wrong. Realizing what was happening, he hurriedly shook his head in panic, “No! I… I just…”

Zhang Renfeng didn't waste any more words with him. He grabbed Istova by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him down onto the arena below.

Chapter 795: But We Are All Still Alive

"How could this happen..."

Before she could catch her breath, Lydia was bewildered as she looked at the empty camp before her, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming.

More than four thousand people!

This camp, which once housed more than four thousand people, is now deserted, with not a single person in sight.

The traces of their lives have not been erased: tents, campfires, even unburnt wood, and food still cooking in the iron pots. All of this indicates that these people lived there for a considerable period of time.

But not long ago, they suddenly disappeared all at once.

……

The moment Zhang Renfeng abruptly launched his attack in the arena, Lydia had a premonition of what was going to happen, and she made what, from her perspective, was the most correct choice.

Pull your legs and run.

She had no fighting ability whatsoever, and even if she stayed here, she couldn't offer Zhang Renfeng any help. It was better to simply trust that he could handle the current battle. Having witnessed firsthand how he pulled the locomotive, Lydia was quite confident in his fighting prowess.

Right now, all she can do is relay the news of the start of the battle to her camped comrades as quickly as possible. It's easy to imagine that Zhang Renfeng has already started a battle, and the aftershocks will eventually reach the camp.

Even if everyone has nothing, knowing the news in advance is much better than being suddenly attacked.

Over the past few days, most of the refugees have regained some strength. Even if they don't want to fight, they'll still run into the mountains.

If you can't be his help, at least don't be his burden.

But the current situation is completely different from what Lydia imagined.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, I finally managed to run all the way from Oak City, only to find that the place was deserted and there wasn't a single person left.

She felt a little dazed and rubbed her eyes.

The extreme quiet in the forest contrasted sharply with the earlier hustle and bustle of the city, making her laugh in exasperation.

"Sophia—!! Sam—!!"

She shouted with all her might, but no one answered her; she only stirred up flocks of birds.

After shouting, Lydia felt a bit short of breath and leaned against the tree trunk to catch her breath for a while. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back.

Looking back, a figure was standing there.

This was clearly the only living thing in sight, yet it sent chills down Lydia's spine.

His immense height created a subtle angle between the shadows of the trees, bushes, and grass, completely blocking her escape route.

Her hair was loose, and she carried a large sword in both hands, as if she was quietly waiting for him.

“You are…” Lydia recognized him, and her heart raced. “The bodyguard next to the mayor?”

Jacques didn't answer. His crystalline blue eyes swept over her, and he slowly approached her, dragging his greatsword. The blade scraped against the ground with a soft, grating sound, causing every pore on her skin to open in fear.

“Don’t do this…” Lydia said softly, extending a hand to try and soothe him. “I’m… from the Customs Special Investigations Unit, directly under the Finance Department. If I die, someone will come to investigate, and then…”

“I don’t care.” Jacques’ breathing grew heavier. “Your father, Istavo White Ulysses… he stole all my markets in the south, making my plans there a complete failure… a joke! He made me lose everything!”

"You are his daughter, and that reason alone is enough for me to kill you ten thousand times over!"

Jacques gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his face contorted with hatred that erupted from his eyes like volcanic lava.

He swung his longsword and slashed at the girl without saying a word!

Lydia screamed and fell to the ground, watching as the sword's edge grazed her head, slicing a tent in two.

"Ha...hahahaha!"

Jacques's expression was almost manic, a stark contrast to the cold, aloof swordsman Lydia had seen in the office. The emotions suppressed within him erupted like a volcano, as if he were being consumed by something.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; this saying is absolutely true.

But he wasn't in a hurry to kill her. He swung his sword again, striking the mud and splashing mud onto Lydia's face.

“He’s dead… I heard he died together with another madman. Hearing this, I feel no joy at all; on the contrary, I feel incredibly heartbroken! How could you just die like this, Istavo? I haven’t even let you taste the agony of unbearable suffering yet!”

“God has indeed been kind to me, sending me his daughter.”

He raised his longsword, pointing it at Lydia's throat, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, things are chaotic everywhere right now. We'll have plenty of time to finish this game."

"After you go to hell, remember to tell your father that I was the one who gave you these scars on your face..."

……

"?!"

Jacques suddenly sensed something was wrong. Immersed in his game of revenge, he became less alert to his surroundings.

Of course, it was also because Ah Tian didn't wear shoes. He was used to running barefoot on the ground. He leaped up and delivered a powerful scorpion kick in mid-air, striking Jacques hard in the side of the face!

"Thump—!!"

"Woo..."

After taking the blow, he instinctively covered his cheek, only to see another figure swift as lightning step out from the bushes towards him!

He snorted coldly, raised his longsword, and stood up as if to stab.

But in that instant, Jin completed a reverse iaido.

"when---!!"

After a brief clash of swords and knives, Ren, following Jacques's momentum, pushed the blade forward and slashed at his side.

Because he wasn't wearing armor, his body was instantly slashed through, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ugh!"