Battle Against Zhao Heng

Wei Luo did not dare be careless. The moment he struck, he unleashed three Iron Shatterflowers—two in front and one behind—aimed straight at vital points.

Zhao Heng was indeed a Force Training Martial Master. Even while chasing at full speed, he detected the hidden weapons at once.

With a flick of his sleeve, he immediately shattered two Iron Shatterflowers.

Yet the last Iron Shatterflower came from a tricky angle and only left a small wound on Zhao Heng's chest. Its exploding iron blades sank into flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

A Force Training Martial Master's physique was already stronger than Wei Luo's, even after he had cultivated a body-tempering technique.

Wei Luo had never expected the Iron Shatterflowers to achieve much. If they could make Zhao Heng pause for even a moment, that was already a gain.

Seeing someone come to his aid, Qin Changfeng immediately changed direction and ran toward Wei Luo.

When he saw that it was Wei Luo, Qin Changfeng's face filled with astonishment.

"How did you get here?"

"Forget it. When death is at the door, it makes no difference who comes."

Only then did Wei Luo see just how wretched Qin Changfeng looked. More than half his clothes had been torn apart, and a broad patch of blood stained his chest.

Clearly, Qin Changfeng had suffered internal injuries. Zhao Heng had beaten him until he coughed up blood.

Yet Qin Changfeng was rather open-minded. Even with grievous wounds, he showed no fear whatsoever.

Zhao Heng glanced at Wei Luo and merely sneered.

"I didn't expect another one to come here and throw his life away."

He merely circulated his inner force, and the tiny iron blades embedded in his flesh were forced out of his body.

Then Zhao Heng pounced.

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