"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Looking at Yang Zhanping's stubborn look, his wife knew that she couldn't control him, so she could only agree temporarily. Only then did Yang Zhanping reveal a smile on his face, and held his wife tightly

Hug...

A strong wind suddenly fell from the sky, awakening Yang Zhanping from his memories. The steel rod in Han Feng's hand had already hit his head. It was too late for him to dodge, so he could only hold the spear horizontally above his head, intending to hit Han Feng's blow head-on.

"Bang!" The steel rod hit Yang Zhanping's gun. In Han Feng's impression, this rod could at least break the gun barrel. However, he did not expect that this time, there was a sound of metal collision, and it was louder than the sound of metal collision.

The impact just now was still strong.

Yang Zhanping directly knelt on one knee on the ground. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the range of Han Feng's attack. Han Feng's hands, which had just recovered, were once again numb from the shock.

The attack was temporarily stopped.

Yang Zhanping looked at Han Feng, but he was still thinking about his wife...

"Doctor, how is my wife?" In the corridor of the hospital, Yang Zhanping held on to the doctor's arm and asked. He came directly from the martial arts gym. He only found out about his wife's sudden illness when he heard the neighbor's notice.

, was sent to the hospital.

"Master Yang, please don't get excited. I have some news to tell you." The doctor said with a heavy expression, "Your wife has been diagnosed with lung cancer due to long-term malnutrition and overwork.

It’s entering an advanced stage.”

"What, late stage lung cancer? This is impossible, doctor, if you want to save her, you must save my wife." When Yang Zhanping heard the bad news, he was stunned and held the doctor's hand tightly and begged.

"Master Yang, don't get excited. We will definitely use all our strength to treat your wife, but I have to tell you that because he needs long-term chemotherapy, the cost of treatment will be very high." The doctor.

Reminding Yang Zhanping.

"How much?" Yang Zhanping asked eagerly.

"At least around one million. This is just a preliminary estimate. The next step will be based on the results of chemotherapy," the doctor said bluntly.

"One million?" Yang Zhanping was stunned when he heard this number...

"Kill him, as long as you kill him, you will be happy and you can save your family!" Wu Tengwu's voice suddenly echoed in Yang Zhanping's heart like a curse.

Yang Zhanping slowly stood up and held the iron gun in his hand again. His eyes became determined. In just a few minutes, he seemed to have made up his mind to fight Han Feng in a life-or-death battle.

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When Han Feng looked at him, he could clearly feel the changes in Yang Zhanping. Compared with the beginning, when his murderous intent was exposed, now he has become deeper and more calm, but this calmness is even more terrifying.

"I'm going to fight you with all my strength now. Be careful, Han Feng." Yang Zhanping still maintained his master's demeanor and once again reminded Han Feng. And Han Feng also knew that the other party was not bluffing, but was really

It's time to show your real skills.

"We can't let him attack me first!" This thought flashed through Han Feng's mind...

In an instant, Han Feng took action, and the steel rod in his hand crossed the long void and stabbed towards Yang Zhanping. Yang Zhanping did not move this time, but looked at Han Feng indifferently, using all his senses to touch the stick in the air.

running trajectory.

Han Feng's heart trembled when he looked at Yang Zhanping. Looking at his motionless figure, an inexplicable fear arose spontaneously. Could it be that Yang Zhanping still had a back-up plan?

Masters compete for the front line, and this line often refers to the advantage of momentum. Since Yang Zhanping is immobile, of course there is no trace to be found. Han Feng is facing an enemy with no flaws. He suddenly increases his strength, and people follow the stick.

He was forced out of the shadow, heaving and leaping, covering all directions with force. Once he had taken action, there was no way out, so he could only attack with all his strength without hesitation.

Seeing the shadow of the stick approaching three feet in front of Yang Zhanping, Yang Zhanping moved. Without moving his body, he moved the gun first. The gun flashed and suddenly jumped into the void, covering the shadow of the stick like a dragon. There was an explosion.

A loud noise shook the whole place, powerful energy flew in all directions, and the air was suffocated.

Yang Zhanping's body used the force to shoot backwards, landing a few steps away. Since he was on the defensive, he was not fierce in aura, and although he had improved his skills, he was still wary of Han Feng, so under Han Feng's full strength

After one blow, he could only retreat with the force. But Han Feng was like a fierce fire, and the steel rod in his hand exuded a murderous aura, extremely fierce, and he moved forward with every move.

Yang Zhanping didn't have time to think about it, so he passed the stick and turned the gun into a stick. He swept across the area like an army of thousands of horses. Han Feng had no choice but to retreat and retreat ten feet away.

Han Feng looked at Yang Zhanping and felt that he had indeed changed a lot compared to before. And Yang Zhanping also found confidence after this round, because Han Feng's stick was far less terrifying than before.

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Although Han Feng had a new understanding of Yang Zhanping, he knew in his mind that he could not waste any more time, so he took action again without hesitation. But this time it was absolutely different from before. He did not rely on his extremely fast speed, but instead

It slowed down and the steel rod struck again

, across the void, seemingly motionless, but in fact it is approaching bit by bit at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to detect. Although his offensive is slow, like dark clouds slowly moving in the sky, every time he stretches out an inch, the stick moves forward.

His momentum increased even more, as if even the air had been ignited by him.

Yang Zhanping's expression changed, and he finally felt a bit of terrible pressure in his heart. He had never seen such a terrifying stick technique before, and there was an inexplicable feeling between the contrast between movement and stillness. In fact, as soon as Han Feng's steel stick came out

, he felt a sense of fright

A person's aura is like facing a huge and upright volcano. He seemed to hear a very strange sound, a bit like the crackling sound of a burning fire. When he used his own energy to feel this omen,

There is even a feeling of being in front of the volcano.

When the shadow of the stick was getting closer and closer to Yang Zhanping, Yang Zhanping remained the same, holding the spear in his hand and motionless.

In fact, Yang Zhanping couldn't start it first. Facing Han Feng's powerful momentum, he seemed to be pushed into a crater. He couldn't help himself and could only stop quietly. This was the only thing he could do at the moment.

Then his eyes quickly enveloped the fiery stick shadow, chasing the moment when the steel rod was about to explode. He was unable to resist Han Feng's astonishing stick, so he had no motive to block it. He suddenly

I thought of a way to escape from the top of the volcano. The way was naturally not to struggle hard or to fight desperately, but to run away without hesitation before being burned by the fire. Run as far and as fast as you can.

How fast, only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope.

But Yang Zhanping was not prepared to run away, but had to dodge. This was undoubtedly a feasible strategy to dodge the sharp edge of the momentum that was like a volcanic eruption. At this moment, Han Feng's stick force suddenly became silent, like the dead silence before the volcano erupted.

Just when Yang Zhanping was almost confused by the static, there was a loud bang, the stick vibrated, and thousands of sword shadows flew towards him like lava ejected during a volcanic eruption.

But in Yang Zhanping's eyes, the stick is still a stick, a fierce stick that shoots murderous intent.

The person didn't move, but his heart was surging. Yang Zhanping used all his senses to feel the force of the stick like a torrent.

Finally, Yang Zhanping moved, but this movement was as fast as the wind, which was in sharp contrast to Han Feng's slow pressure. The spear also made a sound like a dragon's roar at this moment, cutting through the void, welcoming

He stabbed Han Feng with his stabbing stick.

Han Feng was stunned. He did not expect that Yang Zhanping could resolve this wonderful move that he had devoted all his strength to. This was just because all the murderous intent of this stick was hidden here. It seemed like a stab with a stick.

Go, it is extremely powerful, but if you really move to dodge or use a weapon to block the attack, you will definitely be surrounded by countless changing killing moves from behind, and it will not end until you are devoured by fire.

However, Yang Zhanping found the flaw in his stick moves in an instant and stabbed the stick with his spear, immediately breaking through all the countless changes behind him.

It was too late, but it was too soon. The spear head of the spear collided with the steel rod. The impact caused the two airflows to suddenly meet and spray out in all directions. The powerful destructive force was like a strong wind passing by, lifting up the ground next to it countless times.

Sand and gravel.

But after the strong wind passed, looking at the center of the whirlwind, Han Feng and Yang Zhanping were standing still, with the spearheads of the spears and the tips of the steel rods facing each other, horizontally in the air.

Just this duel was enough to show that both of them were top masters. The tip of the spear and the top of the steel rod were no more than the thickness of a thumb in comparison, but the two of them were able to prepare and use their own strength in a fierce mobile battle.

The smallest point of the weapon launches an attack and collides with the opponent's strongest attack point. This kind of vision and strength can only be achieved by those who have reached the peak.

Wu Tengwu paced anxiously by the building. She really wanted to go downstairs to see how far the fight between Han Feng and Yang Zhanping was going, but she couldn't worry about the celebrities around her. After all, their worth could no longer be considered simple.

It was measured in terms of money. Without Watanabe and only the remaining ninjas in white guarding her, she was absolutely worried.
Chapter completed!