Fulfillment

This Advanced Martial Warrior wasn't unwilling to kneel; his left leg had been shot!

With his leg shot, kneeling was naturally inconvenient. He didn't even know which leg he should kneel on.

As a result, after hesitating, if he heard the assessment "can be killed," he would probably immediately drop to his right knee.

Many years ago, when accepting missions, he had generally been accustomed to kneeling on his left knee.

But now he couldn't kneel on his left leg. Once he knelt on it, he wouldn't be able to bandage it. If the other side decided to make trouble and forced him to kneel for an hour or two, he might even bleed to death.

Seeing him yield, Lang Zhen turned to look at the other Low-Rank Martial Master. He picked up the steel crossbow from the ground and cocked it one-handed—the Deng brothers were temporarily unable to fight, so he still had to act.

The Martial Master swayed and dropped to one knee as well, releasing the longsword in his hand. "I am willing to surrender!"

His injuries were indeed severe. After letting go of the sword, his body began to sway. He hurriedly stretched both hands forward and pressed them against the ground, barely supporting himself and avoiding a more humiliating collapse.

Just then, someone among the Zhao Family Fort villagers suddenly shouted, "Run!"

More than a dozen people took the lead and turned to flee wildly. Immediately afterward, over two hundred people scattered in all directions.

Feng Jun turned his head and was astonished to discover that he could no longer find Second Lord Zhao.

That man had definitely hidden among the crowd, but those two hundred people had fled in countless directions in utter chaos. Picking out one person from among them truly wasn't easy.