Gravely wounded
Although the Python was not dead, it was badly injured and on the verge of death, its eyes still filled with resentment and bitterness.
I'm giving you one last chance to live.
Su Zhan looked at the Python and said indifferently, "Speak, who sent you to kill me?"
"Young Master Wang wants you dead!"
The Python stared at Su Zhan and shouted a sentence.
"It really is related to Wang Qiaochu."
Su Zhan sneered upon hearing this, "I knew it. Besides him, no one else would pay someone to kill someone."
"I'm just a little curious, where did you Killer come from? How come each one of you is so incredibly skilled?"
A mocking glint in his eyes. "Such a powerful Killer must come with a hefty price tag, right?"
The Python snorted, "Many have wanted your life, but unfortunately you'll die tonight."
Su Zhan said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't die, and you can never kill me."
The Python sneered, "Pretentious!"
Su Zhan sighed, "I was a little hesitant at first, but now I've decided to send you on your way."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"
As Su Zhan finished speaking, several figures emerged from the darkness.
One of them, wielding a short sword, launched a vicious attack on Su Zhan.
"Whoosh!"
Su Zhan flicked his Military Saber, deflecting the opponent's attack, then moved closer to him.
The other party seemed to have been prepared, taking two steps back and then springing up with a somersault.
He raised his sword and slashed down again.
Su Zhan twisted his wrist, resisting the attack.
"Bang!"
The two collided with a loud bang, making the ground vibrate.
Both of them only swayed a couple of steps, without retreating or falling down.
Then, the two parted ways again after a brief encounter.
"Waaah!"
Su Zhan kicked his opponent's Weapons away and then punched him in the chest.
The other person groaned and fell to the ground, then lay motionless and dead.
Without stopping, Su Zhan lunged at the remaining men.
The three masked men who attacked were also well-trained; they simultaneously raised their Dagger and stabbed at Su Zhan.
"Puff puff puff!"
As the three approached him, Su Zhan suddenly roared, leaped forward, and closed in on them in an instant.
Then he grabbed the two Killer by the neck with both hands and yanked them outwards with brute force.
The two Killer's necks snapped with a crisp crack, and their heads lolled to the side as they died on the ground.
The other person's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly took two steps back.
But soon, his gaze turned to despair.
Su Zhan's speed was incredibly fast, like a ghost flashing by, arriving in the blink of an eye.
He wanted to back away, but felt a tightness in his throat.
The next second, Su Zhan grabbed his neck and slowly but forcefully squeezed it.
The man's neck immediately cracked and snapped, then twisted and deformed little by little.
He tried to scream and struggle, but nothing came out.
A suffocating feeling swept through my body, and all my life force vanished.
"The Wang family elite are nothing special."
"I thought Wang Qiaochu could hire some experts, but they're all useless; they couldn't even withstand half a move from me..."
Su Zhan discarded the two corpses, then picked up Crossbow from the ground.
"Waaah--"
The Crossbow emitted a sharp whistling sound as it pierced the air, and a fierce killing intent suddenly burst forth, causing the surrounding vegetation to shiver slightly.
"Bang!"
Just then, a gunshot rang out behind Su Zhan. Su Zhan's expression changed, and he nimbly lunged to the side.
"Whoosh!"
The bullet grazed Su Zhan's ear and embedded itself in a tree trunk.
With a loud crack, the bullet pierced the tree trunk, leaving a hole.