At this time, Qian Biao's face was full of shock. His identity had never been discovered in so many years.
As soon as he made a move today, he was recognized. The key is that the other party is still so young.
Ma Chao sneered: "Who am I? A deserter from the north, I have no right to know!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Chao moved his feet and disappeared instantly.
Qian Biao felt that the other party was like a ferocious beast, and the sudden burst of momentum completely suppressed him.
He did not dare to be careless, so he grabbed the dagger in his hand and swung it wildly to fight Ma Chao.
"Is this all you have?"
Ma Chao knocked Qian Biao back more than ten meters with one punch and said with a cold face.
After a brief fight, Qian Biao's eyes were full of horror and he said in horror: "Northern fighting skills!"
Only at this moment did Qian Biao understand that the other party was also from the north.
When he was still in the North, he was recognized as the King of the Night and one of the strongest men at the top. Now he met a young man in his mid-twenties who was actually stronger than him.
It is conceivable that the opponent in the northern border is by no means an ordinary person, and Qian Biao's eyes are full of fear.
He is not afraid of life or death, but he is afraid that what he has done over the years will discredit the Northern Territory.
"Come again!"
Seeing that the other party was silent, Ma Chao suddenly moved his feet and rushed towards Qian Biao again.
Feeling Ma Chao's strong fighting spirit, Qian Biao had no choice but to fight. Even if he was not as strong as Ma Chao, he had to go all out.
Not far away, Samba's eyes widened with shock.
Whether it was Ma Chao or Qian Biao, the powerful fighting power displayed at this time was completely beyond his imagination.
He couldn't even capture the trajectory of the two people's attacks. He could only see two figures, constantly colliding with each other, which made him dazzled.
"I don't have time to play with you anymore!"
Ma Chao suddenly sneered, and after finishing his words, he punched out.
"Bang!"
Qian Biao's chest felt like he was hit hard by a hammer, and his body flew out. With a "clang" sound, the dagger fell to the ground.
Ma Chao walked up to Qian Biao step by step, looked at him condescendingly and said: "The majestic King of the Night is nothing more than this!"
"Who are you anyway?"
Qian Biao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked through gritted teeth.
"A deserter, who has the right to ask me about my identity?"
Ma Chao said disdainfully.
"Shut up! I'm not a deserter! No!"
Qian Biao was extremely emotional and roared angrily.
"In the North, the names of every martyr are deeply engraved in the minds of every soldier. Your name, the King of the Night, is also among them. I can recite your life story by heart!"
"Qian Biao, male, Han nationality, 35 years old, King of Dark Night in the North, has won first-class military merit once, second-class military merit three times, first-class military merit six times, and second-class military merit ten times."
"Comrade Qian Biao has participated in 108 assassination missions without ever missing a beat, completing each assassination mission with excellence; he has participated in many international fighting competitions, becoming world runner-up three times and world champion twice; he has participated in rescue work many times.
....."
Ma Chao told the story of Qian Biao's life one by one. With each story he told, the expression on Qian Biao's face became more painful.
After speaking, Qian Biao's face was full of pain: "Shut up! Shut up! Stop talking! Stop talking!"