Chapter 165: I Want You Dead

Everyone below the stage looked at Zuo Zhicheng in surprise. They had not expected him to appear at this last moment.

At the same time, Jiang Qing let out a cry and ran onto the platform to help Jiang Tianzheng down.

Styx did not stop her. His eyes were fixed firmly on Zuo Zhicheng.

Even though the other man seemed unfathomable, mere words would not make the four of them retreat. Especially with the demand to leave a hand behind.

A Hai gave a cruel smile, lightly rubbing his wrist. Looking at Zuo Zhicheng’s eye patch, he said, “Blind in one eye—so you’re Zuo Zhicheng?”

“It seems you don’t wish to leave on your own.” Zuo Zhicheng’s gaze swept coldly over the five men before him. Their strength was now clear to him. The strongest was the man in white holding a sword, whose Purple Innate Qi coverage was at 90%. Next was the muscular man who had spoken to him, with Purple Innate Qi coverage at 88%.

Their physical strength was not as great as that of Peter, Alice, and the others from before, but they had trained in Martial Arts and combat techniques. If they were to fight the Ghouls, they might still have a chance—though only a slim one.

“What is he doing?” Qingyue Qiu’s expression tightened as she watched Zuo Zhicheng appear. “Does he not understand the situation? Or has Ghost Fist made some arrangement?”

Turning, she ordered Lin Ganghao, “Quickly summon all the troops. The situation has changed. The Crimson Sun Monk and the others might take action.”

“Is he insane?” He Minghai stared blankly at Zuo Zhicheng’s back from afar. Beside him, Zhong Bo sighed. “He came to die for his master. What a waste of talent.”

He Minghai nodded in understanding and sighed. “Rare. After he dies—”

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widening like a bull’s as he stared fixedly at Zuo Zhicheng’s position. Not only him—everyone present stared blankly at Zuo Zhicheng. Each person looked like a duck whose neck had been grabbed, speechless and open-mouthed.

Just moments before, Zuo Zhicheng had spoken a few more words to them, then abruptly raised a hand.

“Then die.”

A sound like a giant bell striking rang out. Zuo Zhicheng’s voice seemed to roll and surge, each word clear and piercing, reaching everyone’s ears. Then they saw him throw a punch toward A Hai.

As his fist shot out, Zuo Zhicheng stepped forward. With that one step, a loud thump sounded from the ground, as if a prehistoric giant dragon had stomped its foot. It gave everyone the sense that the entire earth was shaking, making them unsteady on their feet.

In A Hai’s eyes, that punch filled his entire vision, as if everything had suddenly gone dark. Before the fist even landed, the rushing wind forced air into his eyes and mouth, like an elephant charging at him.

The brute force and overwhelming momentum drove A Hai to roar. A flash of madness crossed his eyes as he raised his arms, using every ounce of strength in his body for his defense, like a tiger fighting for its life. He made a desperate counterattack.

Bang!

Fist and arms collided. At that moment, A Hai felt as if he had lost all control of his body. His arms went numb and were flung apart. His entire frame was thrown backward by an unstoppable force, as if a mountain had slammed into him.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

He flew into the wooden platform. All kinds of wooden planks, dust, and stone chips flew everywhere. It was impossible to tell how many wooden beams he broke through before he landed in the center of the platform, surrounded by broken stumps and fragments.

A Hai wanted to stand up but felt a numbing soreness throughout his body, with blood and energy churning inside. Not only could he not stand—he couldn’t even move.

A single punch—just one punch—had nearly rendered him useless.

And under his horrified gaze, that devil-like man took one step after another, slowly advancing toward him.

“Attack together!”

“Kill him!”

Amid the familiar shouts, several throwing knives shot one after another at the back of Zuo Zhicheng’s head. Each blade whistled through the air, so fast that the people watching could only see a flicker of black streaks.

But Zuo Zhicheng didn’t even turn his head. He simply swept a hand backward in a grabbing motion. The knives flew like little fish into his grasp. With a flick, he sent them flying back in the opposite direction.

The knives returned two or three times faster than they had come. White Wraith gasped and frantically dodged to the side, a burst of gas shooting from the mechanism on her back to speed her up.

When she finally stopped, she was still wearing an expression of shock and fear. One of the throwing knives had grazed her thigh, and blood now soaked her skirt.

It was just a casual counterattack.

Meanwhile, after Zuo Zhicheng had deflected the knives, another gleam of metal shone at his waist. Yuwen Gege, carrying a large knife, had somehow slipped behind him. The blade moved as lightly as a ghost, silently slicing toward Zuo Zhicheng’s waist.

Just when it seemed he would succeed, a slightly bent finger appeared in front of the blade.

The finger looked as fair and fragile as jade, but it blocked the knife firmly.

A finger dares to block me? Yuwen Gege sneered inwardly and put more strength into his arms, intending to slice through both the finger and Zuo Zhicheng’s waist.

But at that instant, the bent finger suddenly straightened, dodging the knife’s edge, and flicked against the flat of the blade.

Clang! A powerful vibration traveled from the blade to his hand, then through his body. His whole frame went numb, his vision darkened, and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He had been kicked away, flying clear off the platform.

Yuwen Didi, who stood at the outermost edge with a gun, had just aimed at Zuo Zhicheng’s back when a shadow swept past. He collided with his brother, and the two tumbled together like gourds rolling on the ground.

A series of attacks had not only failed to harm Zuo Zhicheng—they hadn’t even slowed his footsteps. In just a few seconds, he had effortlessly countered three people’s moves and strode forward to stand before A Hai.

From start to finish, he had been determined to finish this.

A Hai stared up at the man before him in terror and roared, “Save me!”