Qin, Shu, and Hua looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes. They suddenly rushed forward and attacked Liao Zhan again.

Offense is the best defense.

However, this time they learned the lesson and did not swarm in like last time. Instead, one person was the main attacker and two were the assistants, like a well-trained wolf pack.

The individual combat power of the wolves is not outstanding, but with perfect teamwork, they can fight against enemies several times stronger than themselves, thus dominating the entire grassland.

The main attacker is Qin, the strongest among the three. She relies on her body to be more flexible than Liao Zhan, and keeps circling around the latter. Her hands are like butterflies walking through flowers, changing in many ways, sometimes they are fists, sometimes they are palms, sometimes they are claws, and so on.

Attack Liao Zhan's weak points.

The books and paintings were separated on the left and right sides, restricting Liao Zhan's actions. Once Liao Zhan was about to launch a counterattack or exposed a flaw, they would immediately take action, forcing Liao Zhan into a state of embarrassment.

The three people have the same mind, and their cooperation can be said to be an integrated whole, just like flowing clouds and flowing water. In the eyes of outsiders, it is indescribably pleasing to the eye.

However, Liao Zhan, who was involved in the incident, had another feeling.

He had no way to display his powerful strength, and he felt extremely frustrated. He tried several times to kill the three little mice even if he was injured, but in the end he still held back.

Because that would be too risky and not worth it.

Liao Zhan has not forgotten who his real opponent is. If he gets injured trying to deal with these three little mice, what should he do when facing Lin Zhong?

Just when Liao Zhan was entangled by three girls in black, the battle on the other side had entered a fierce stage.

"Bang!"

Following a deafening explosion, white air waves visible to the naked eye exploded in all directions.

"Thump thump thump thump!"

Mr. Wei took four steps back, each step digging deeply into the ground. His whole body was covered in white mist, as if he had just been fished out of a steamer.

In a head-to-head fight with Lin Zhong, even with Wei's strong physique as an aging warrior, he still felt a tightness in his chest, his heartbeat was pounding, the energy and blood in his body were churning, and his fists were in unbearable pain.

"Is this guy... really a monster?!"

Mr. Wei's previous calm demeanor had long since disappeared. His eyes were fixed on Lin Zhong, his pupils shrunk to the size of needle tips, and there seemed to be a voice shouting in his heart.

After knocking back Mr. Wei with one punch, Lin Zhong was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack. At this moment, two fierce and vicious winds suddenly struck behind him!

"Die!"

Meng Xuan clenched his teeth, his face full of murderous intent, the five fingers of his right hand were pressed together like knives, and the inch-long nails popped out and stabbed straight at Lin Zhong's back!

Next to Meng Xuan, Lu Zhichao had a cold expression and said nothing. He held a willow leaf dagger about a foot long in his hand and swung it horizontally at Lin Zhong's head!

"Whoa!"

The short knife is made of hundreds of refined steel. It is as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely sharp. It cuts through the air with almost no sound. It is really a weapon for sneak attacks and assassinations.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhong made a decision and ignored Meng Xuan's attack. He raised his left hand hanging by his side with lightning, his five fingers bent like hooks, and grabbed Lu Zhichao's willow leaf dagger.

"How dare you look down on me? You are dead!"

Lin Zhong ignored his behavior and made Meng Xuan furious.

His face was distorted, his cheek muscles were pulsing, and his inner energy surged into his right hand. The entire palm instantly turned blue-black, and the surface shone with a metallic luster, making it look like it was made of steel.

The next moment, Meng Xuan's hand knife stabbed Lin Zhong's back fiercely, and Lu Zhichao's short knife was also grabbed by Lin Zhong.

"Chila!"

"Crack!"

Two completely different voices sounded at the same time.

Although Meng Xuan's palm knife hit Lin Zhong, it was unable to penetrate the defense of the alloy-embedded armor suit. The sharp and sharp nails were all broken, and even the fingers became bloody.

"hiss!"

Meng Xuan couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air, his expression changed dramatically, he covered his injured hand, and hurriedly stepped back to distance himself from Lin Zhong.

Lu Zhichao on the other side was the same, he didn't even want the dagger caught by Lin Zhong.

"What's going on with this guy's body?"

Meng Xuan retreated three to four meters in one breath, his eyes filled with confusion: "If I strike with all my strength, I can penetrate even a stone slab several inches thick, but I can't pierce his clothes? What a joke!"

"Young master, please be careful, there is something weird in the suit he is wearing!"

It was only then that Mr. Wei, who had regained his composure, spoke up to remind him.

"……I see."

Although Mr. Wei's reminder was a bit late, Meng Xuan felt relieved after hearing his words and gave up the idea of ​​​​escape.

If Lin Zhong is really invulnerable, then what's the point of continuing to fight? It's better to escape as soon as possible.

Lin Zhong lowered his head and glanced at the short knife in his hand. There was no movement in his eyes. He closed his fingers and crushed it into a ball of scrap metal, then threw it aside.

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhichao's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

That short sword had been with Lu Zhichao for many years and he had always cherished it. But now Lin Zhong threw it away like garbage. How could he not be angry and heartbroken.

However, no matter how angry and heartbroken he was, Lu Zhichao would still make the same choice if he had it to do over again.

Compared with life, a mere weapon is nothing.

"Warm-up is over."

After Lin Zhong dropped the short knife, he twisted his neck again, and his whole body's bones made a series of explosions like exploding beans. His body instantly grew several inches taller, and his eyes behind the mask suddenly flashed with cold electricity: "Come on, let me see you.

Really capable."

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a more dangerous aura than before suddenly burst out from Lin Zhong's body and swept in all directions.

"Um?"

Lu Zhichao, who was closest to Lin Zhong, took the brunt of the attack. He was shaken all over, with goosebumps appearing on the surface of his skin. He subconsciously raised his hands in front of him in a defensive posture: "Such a strong murderous aura... Is this guy going to kill me?"

How many people passed by?”

Frightened by Lin Zhong's terrifying murderous intent, Lu Zhichao couldn't help but clench his fists.

Due to excessive force, the veins on the back of Lu Zhichao's hands were exposed, and his nails were almost embedded in his flesh. However, he was not aware of this and just stared ahead for a moment, lest Lin Zhong burst into trouble.

"I was too careless!"

Meng Xuan's face changed, and the waves in his chest were rolling, and it was difficult to control himself: "If I had known that he was so dangerous, I should have brought more helpers..."

Thinking of this, Meng Xuan immediately felt a sense of regret in his heart.

But now that it's over, it's useless even if he regrets it anymore.

"Young Master, Team Leader 6, prepare to fight hard."

Mr. Wei lowered his eyes, his old face was calm, his hair was white and his clothes were bulging as if inflated: "If we don't fight now, we will be the ones who die later."

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Chapter completed!