Hero Saves the Beauty

That woman looked very much like Teacher Daina—not just a little alike. Their resemblance exceeded eighty percent, and at first glance, Zhang Tie had thought Teacher Daina was standing before him.

Yet she differed from Teacher Daina as well. Teacher Daina had brown hair and blue eyes, while this woman had chestnut-red hair, green eyes, and slightly fuller lips. Teacher Daina possessed the intellectual beauty of a mature woman, with gentleness beneath that refinement; this woman, on the other hand, exuded a languid air amid her mature charm.

At this moment, there was little panic on the woman's exquisite face. All that remained was a trace of inexplicable sorrow and calm resignation in the face of danger. When she saw Zhang Tie, a gleam flashed through her eyes.

Zhang Tie remained composed. Even after easily killing someone, facing killers who outnumbered him by dozens to one, each with murder in their eyes, he showed not the slightest alarm. He was like an audience member sitting below the stage, watching others perform.

The woman knew that anyone who could remain so calm under such circumstances had to be capable and accustomed to grand scenes. Yet Zhang Tie's Prospector attire, revealed beneath the hazy car lights, and his excessively young age, still startled her.

The long-faced man holding a meteor hammer looked at Zhang Tie without speaking, murder flickering in his eyes. He waved his hand again, and four killers charged Zhang Tie at once.

Seeing the four rush at him, Zhang Tie, unwilling to expose the secret of his Iron-Blood Divine Fist, drew the somewhat slender Prospector sword he had just bought.

That Prospector sword had never tasted blood before, but in the next instant, it became a blood-soaked weapon of slaughter.

No one could describe the feeling of Zhang Tie