The man in black was knocked back by Wang Gang's palm, and he stopped his retreat after hitting the wall. The long sword in his hand was cut off by Wang Gang, leaving only the hilt. Even so, the man in black never discarded it.
The man in black who was hit by the arrow ran to his companion and shouted softly: "Dad, are you okay?"
It turned out that the two assassins were father and son.
After Wang Gang struck, he didn't take another shot. Instead, he looked at the assassin with interest.
"It is rare for a father and son to come together to assassinate this king."
"Poof!" The assassin in the palm covered his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, but it was blocked by the black scarf on his face. The blood flowed down the black scarf and dripped onto his chest.
"What a strong hand." The assassin's father looked at the bare hilt of the sword and threw it away.
The assassin's son quickly handed the sword to his father, while he drew out his dagger, always on guard against Wang Gang.
"I didn't expect that your majestic prince would be able to attack and plot secretly." The assassin's son said unconvinced.
Wang Gang chuckled and said: "You came in the dark to assassinate me, do you still want me to follow the rules of the world?"
The assassin's son wanted to say something more, but was stopped by his father.
"Stop talking, it's us, father and son, who are in trouble today." The assassin's father said with deep weakness.
Just now, Wang Gang's palm not only broke his long sword, but also shattered his sternum. Some of the bone fragments should have pierced his lungs. Now his chest was burning with pain, and it was starting to become difficult to breathe.
The assassin's father realized that he and his son might not be able to escape safely today.
"Your Highness Prince Jing, can you let my son leave? I'll leave it to you." The assassin's father said.
"Dad, we'll fight him." The assassin's son said hurriedly.
The assassin's father shook his head. After feeling Wang Gang's palm power, he knew that even if he was not injured, he might not be his opponent. His only hope now was to save his son's life.
"I already have a chance to win, why should I let your son go?" Wang Gang said with a smile.
The assassin's father said solemnly: "You let my son go and I will capture him, otherwise you will only get two corpses.
Don’t you want to know who sent us here?”
Wang Gang said with great interest: "Are you different from the assassins I met before?"
Jamel Xiao had been assassinated several times. Those assassins were all dead men and would commit suicide if their mission failed.
But the assassin father and son in front of him were a little different.
"Your swordsmanship is good, and you are probably a famous master in the world." Wang Gang mused: "As long as I catch you and reveal your identity, I will naturally find out who is behind the scenes. Whether you are alive or dead, I have no control over you.
It has nothing to do with it."
The assassin's father's breathing was stagnant. He felt that the injury to his lungs was getting worse and he might not be able to last long.
He was about to bargain, but Wang Gang spoke first.
"But I will give you a chance." Wang Gang looked at the assassin's son provocatively and said, "As long as he can take the next move, I will let him go."
The assassin's father's eyes lit up. He knew his son's martial arts skills, and he would definitely not be able to defeat Wang Gang, but it shouldn't be difficult to catch the next move.
"Father." The assassin's son couldn't help but look at his father. According to his opinion, it would be better for the father and son to fight to the death than to be played by Wang Gang.
"Your Majesty means what he says!" the assassin's father said.
"I keep my word." Wang Gang glanced at the postmen around him and asked them to open the door of the post.
"As long as he can take the next move, he can walk out of this gate."
The assassin's father grabbed his son's arm and said with blazing eyes: "Strike with all your strength, don't hold back."
The assassin's son felt the inner power sent by his father and was very shocked.
He saw the will to die in his father's eyes.
"Son! Whether you can survive or not depends on this move." The assassin's father said seriously.
The assassin's son understood his father's thoughts, couldn't help but burst into tears, and took the sword from his father's hand.
Wang Gang said impatiently: "Have you transferred enough internal energy?"
The two were shocked, not expecting Wang Gang to discover their intentions.
Logically speaking, the assassin's son's martial arts skills were far inferior to Wang Gang's, and he couldn't even catch the arrows he threw casually.
But after absorbing his father's inner strength, he may not be incapable of fighting, let alone be unable to take any move.
The internal power in the world of Langya Bang is formed by the physical energy of the warrior combined with the spiritual energy. There is no way to transfer the power, and the internal power of others cannot be used by oneself.
But there are exceptions to everything.
If a father, son, brother, etc. are closely related by blood and practice the same internal energy, they can temporarily borrow their internal energy through their blood relationship.
However, this kind of borrowing is different from passing on Qigong. Firstly, the recipient cannot retain the inner strength of others for a long time. Secondly, accepting other people's inner strength will damage the foundation of one's own internal strength.
Therefore, teaching Qigong is an act that harms others and does not benefit oneself. No one is willing to do it unless it is absolutely necessary.
Now the assassin father and son have no escape route, and there is no other way except passing on their skills.
"Kill." After receiving his father's internal power, the assassin's son chose to attack first, because his father's internal power could not be retained for long, and the longer it took, the more disadvantageous it would be to him.
Wang Gang faced the menacing attack without any nervousness. He just slowly stretched out two fingers, and then the long sword pierced between his two fingers like a long eye.
"Impossible." The assassin's son's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that when he struck out with all his strength, Wang Gang could easily hold it with two fingers.
Wang Gang smiled slightly, and with a movement of his wrist, the sword was twisted into a twist, and the assassin's wrist was also twisted, but even so, he did not let go of the hand holding the sword.
Hoo ho ho!
The assassin's son gasped for air and was unable to fight anymore.
"It's a pity that you can't even catch one of my moves." Wang Gang casually threw away the twist sword, stared at the assassin's father and said, "Are you going to capture him without any help, or do you want me to take action, Master Zhuo?"
"What did you say?" The two assassins were shocked.
Wang Gang snorted coldly: "In the entire world, there are fathers and sons with swordsmanship like yours. After much deliberation, I can only find the second largest force in the world, Tianquan Villa Zhuo Dingfeng and Zhuo Qingyao."
The two assassins fell silent at the same time, their eyes filled with darkness.
The father and son looked at each other, and they both raised their palms to slap themselves in the face.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not only do they have to commit suicide, but they also have to disfigure their appearance to ensure that their identity is not exposed, but this also means that there is no silver in this place.
The two of them had no choice. They could die, but they must not harm Tianquan Villa.
To assassinate the current prince, not to mention that Tianquan Villa is only the second largest force in the world, even the first Jiangzuo Alliance would have to implicate the nine tribes.
Unfortunately, they wanted to die, but Wang Gang refused to let them go. Just before they raised their hands to commit suicide, Wang Gang had already stepped in front of Zhuo Qingyao, grabbing his throat with one hand and his wrist with the other.
"If Master Zhuo commits suicide, I will let the entire Tianquan Villa be buried with him." Wang Gang said coldly.
Zhuo Dingfeng's hand paused.
Wang Gang knocked Zhuo Qingyao unconscious with one palm, then looked at Zhuo Dingfeng coldly and said: "Old Master Zhuo, I want to know whether the person behind you is the Crown Prince or Prince Yu."
Zhuo Dingfeng saw that he could no longer hide his identity and his son fell into the enemy's hands again, so he simply took off his mask, revealing an old but resolute face.
"Prince Jing is so well hidden. Your martial arts skills are enough to compete for the best in the world, but you have always kept a low profile and bided your time. Your plans are very big." Zhuo Dingfeng said solemnly.
Wang Gang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said disdainfully: "The number one master in the world, does he have a high status?"
Zhuo Dingfeng's breath stagnated, and then he remembered that the man in front of him was the son of Emperor Liang, the current prince. He had the false reputation of being the best in the world, but how could he be as valuable as a prince.
"Today our father and son are in trouble, but can His Highness Prince Jing spare the old, weak, women and children of Tianquan Villa?" Zhuo Dingfeng said softly.
Wang Gang smiled and said: "It depends on whether Zhuo Lao Zhuo cooperates."
Zhuo Dingfeng rolled his eyes and said: "Prince Jing should know that no matter whether I confess to the person behind the scenes or not, everyone in Tianquan Villa will die. If this is the case, why should I confess!"
Wang Gang handed Zhuo Qingyao over to Lie Zhanying, and then said: "As long as Master Zhuo is willing to confess and write a confession, I can let you go and leave some blood in Tianquan Villa."
Zhuo Dingfeng smiled and said: "Zhuo has always heard that King Jing is upright and upright, and he keeps his promise. I hope you can keep your promise."
Wang Gang smiled and said: "I, the king, can swear to my ancestors that if I break my promise, I will not die a good death."
Zhuo Dingfeng took a deep look at Wang Gang and said, "Okay, I believe you. The person who sent us, father and son, to assassinate is none other than King Yu."
Wang Gang raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised that Zhuo Dingfeng was still playing tricks even before his death.
Of course, Wang Gang, who has watched the TV series, knows that Zhuo Dingfeng and Xie Yu are in-laws, and Xie Yu is the prince's relative.
Now Zhuo Dingfeng is risking his own life and the safety of Tianquan Villa. He wronged the prince's biggest rival, Prince Yu, so he is considered loyal!
Wang Gang smiled and said: "I heard that Zhuo Qingyao married the daughter of Ning Guohou Xie Yu, so Xie Yu is also a person who admires the king!"
Zhuo Dingfeng said anxiously: "This assassination has nothing to do with Lord Xie."
