Just when Fang Mingcheng thought that Chen Jianghe would definitely die, Chen Jianghe raised his eyes and looked at Fang Mingcheng.
Chen Jianghe's eyes were very calm, like a pool of water that had not fluctuated for thousands of years.
The moment Fang Mingcheng touched these eyes, the hairs all over his body stood up, and he felt as if he was staring into the eyes of a legendary real dragon.
"this……"
"If you are trying to be mysterious, you will still die!" Fang Mingcheng growled.
A punch fell.
Something unexpected happened. Chen Jianghe's movements were obviously very slow, but he was still much faster than Fang Mingcheng.
Even the master Fang Mingcheng found it difficult to react.
Bang!
Fang Mingcheng had no time to change his course, and his punch fell and was caught in Chen Jianghe's palm, causing Fang Mingcheng's expression to change drastically again.
It felt like... a punch hitting an iron plate several meters thick.
pain!
It hurts so much!
Fang Mingcheng almost shouted.
He realized that Chen Jianghe was a difficult opponent and had to withdraw his hand and make another plan.
It's just that Chen Jianghe didn't give him this chance. Just when Fang Mingcheng was about to withdraw his hand, Chen Jianghe suddenly exerted force in his palm and clenched Fang Mingcheng's fist tightly!
Fang Mingcheng couldn't pull it out, and his expression became even more horrified.
In desperation, Fang Mingcheng ejected his left foot and struck directly at Chen Jianghe's waist. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling and impossible to react.
If an ordinary person were here, he would definitely be kicked in the middle by this kick!
Bang!
Fang Mingcheng hit the kick!
When he succeeded, Fang Mingcheng was secretly happy.
But soon.
Fang Mingcheng's heart sank again.
Chen Jianghe stood in front of him unscathed, but Fang Mingcheng's feet felt bursts of pain. Fang Mingcheng looked at Chen Jianghe in shock.
How could his body be so strong?
It was like a kick hitting a special piece of steel, and the whole leg was numb.
On the other hand, Chen Jianghe remained motionless.
Chen Jianghe sighed quietly, "Do you think you are my opponent? I can suppress trash like you with one hand."
"Arrogant!" Fang Mingcheng roared angrily.
Chen Jianghe exerted force on his palm again, almost crushing Fang Mingcheng's metacarpal bone.
After finding an opportunity to escape, Fang Mingcheng distanced himself, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then stared at Chen Jianghe, "Damn, I underestimated you. As expected, anyone who can kill Zhou Zhenping is definitely not a simple person."
"But I'm not a vegetarian either."
"Take your life!"
Buzz!
A short knife appeared in Fang Mingcheng's hand. The short knife was stained with black blood and exuded a sharp and menacing evil aura.
"This sword of mine has killed three digits of people. You are lucky enough to be the victim of this sword of mine." Fang Mingcheng said with a cold smile.
The voice fell.
He rushed to Chen Jianghe again.
This knife is indeed very good. When it cuts through the air, it makes a whining and hissing sound, like the death song of this knife.
call--
The short knife almost cut Chen Jianghe's throat, but luckily Chen Jianghe dodged it.
Fang Mingcheng narrowed his eyes, held the knife behind his back and slashed at Chen Jianghe's throat. However, when Chen Jianghe was dodging, he turned the direction of the knife tip and pierced Chen Jianghe's heart. Fang Mingcheng said with a sinister smile: "Chen Jianghe, you fucking go to me."
Die."
Chen Jianghe smelled danger and quickly fell backwards.
Then he shot up with his toes and kicked Fang Mingcheng's wrist, causing Fang Mingcheng to be in pain and unable to hold the dagger.
The short sword soared in the air.
Chen Jianghe had quick eyes and quick hands. He raised his hand and held the short knife in his hand.
Fang Mingcheng's face instantly turned pale. He never expected that Chen Jianghe would resolve his attack so easily.
Just as he was lost in thought, a black shadow came into view.
Fang Mingcheng was horrified and shocked.
Before he could react, the knife was already placed on his neck, causing a large amount of cold sweat to break out on Fang Mingcheng's forehead.
Looking at Chen Jianghe again, I saw Chen Jianghe's eyes as cold as icebergs.
"you……"
"What is your strength?"
Fang Mingcheng swallowed.
A terrifying possibility comes to mind.
Is it possible...
Chen Jianghe is the legendary S-class?
But, how could Chen Jianghe reach this level at such a young age?
Chen Jianghe said calmly: "I forgot to tell you that when I killed Zhou Zhenping, I only used one punch."
One punch!
Fang Mingcheng completely gave up resistance and drooped his hands.
Chen Jianghe did not kill Fang Mingcheng directly, but moved the knife from his neck, making Fang Mingcheng sigh in relief.
"Chen Jianghe, I lost."
"but--"
The words have not yet fallen.
Fang Mingcheng raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of powder, and said to Chen Jianghe: "You still underestimate the enemy too much. If I were you, I would definitely not show mercy to the enemy."
"Go to hell!"
Fang Mingcheng picked up a sharp knife and stabbed Chen Jianghe's chest through the mist formed by the powder.
The whole process went smoothly, obviously after countless rehearsals.
Um?
Fang Mingcheng quickly discovered something was wrong, and his knife was unable to continue.
When the fog in front of him dissipated, Fang Mingcheng saw the scene in front of him clearly - Chen Jianghe stood behind the fog unscathed, stretching out two fingers to gently clamp the long knife that passed through the fog. No matter how much force Fang Mingcheng exerted,
Not moving at all.
Chen Jianghe opened his eyes and was not affected by the powder at all.
Fang Mingcheng finally realized that every move he made was under the control of Chen Jianghe, and he was a clown in comparison.
"Do you have any other methods?" Chen Jianghe asked calmly.
Fang Mingcheng's face was pale. What else could he do? Before he could say anything, Chen Jianghe used his two fingers to force the long knife to break. Fang Mingcheng took a few steps back under the reaction force. Before he could stand still, he saw Chen Jianghe.
Throw the blades from both fingertips!
call out!
This blade flies very fast.
Before Fang Mingcheng could react, Fang Mingcheng's body had already been pierced by the blade.
"puff--"
Fang Mingcheng vomited blood, staining the clothes on his chest red.
Chen Jianghe shook his head and sighed: "It's really boring. Do the so-called masters of your Guangming Temple have this much strength?"
"Don't underestimate me, the Guangming Temple. The Guangming Temple is one of the most terrifying organizations in the world. How can you humiliate it?" Fang Mingcheng gritted his teeth and said. When he finished speaking, Chen Jianghe had already walked up to him. Before he could wait, Fang Mingcheng said.
When he continued to speak, Chen Jianghe slapped him.
Snap!
Fang Mingcheng was whipped away.
The so-called A-level masters are nothing more than that.
When Huang Kun, who was not far away, saw this scene, his heart was almost frightened by Chen Jianghe, and he finally realized that he had not lost unfairly.
Chen Jianghe stepped on Fang Mingcheng's cheek, severely ravaging his self-esteem, and then said: "I will ask you a few questions next. If you can answer them, I can spare your life."