The Zhen Family's Secret

Zhang Tie, half-kneeling on the ground, coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood. After gasping for nearly half a minute, he finally managed to stand with some difficulty.

Those ten seconds of fierce assault had been brief, yet they were the most perilous confrontation he had ever experienced. Before breaking down the meeting room door, he had not known whether there were experts above level ten inside, so he had been taking a gamble. There were always times in life when one had to gamble; only by doing it would one know the outcome, just like this time.

Fortunately, there had been no level ten experts in the meeting room. The only ones who could truly threaten him were two level eights and one level nine. To gather two level eights and a level nine within a family guildhall was already an extravagant lineup. Even in the military, only units at regiment level or above would have such a configuration.

During those few seconds of life-and-death struggle, though the process had been brief, Zhang Tie had used every trick currently at his disposal—Swift Movement Technique, Binding Technique, Iron-Blood Divine Fist, Precision Throwing, Castle of Black Iron's spatial storage function, along with the thick skin and tough flesh he had forged by eating a heap of Iron Fetus Fruits, and his recovery body's ability to heal damage at the lieutenant level. Only then had he been able to take down two level eights and a level nine in such a short time.

Though he had won, Zhang Tie did not feel well. Taking a level nine expert's attack head-on with his body was no easy matter. Even after eating a pile of Iron Fetus Fruits, that blow had still inflicted considerable internal injuries on him.

Yet compared with Zhang Tie's injuries,