The next instant, a faint sound of a blade slicing through muscle was heard. Huntelaar's longsword easily pierced his opponent's right chest, while his opponent's fist Bash.
This young Zenit has gone mad, resorting to a mutually destructive tactic.
This was Huntelaar's first thought.
But soon, Ajax's One Sword had no time to think about all that.
Because it hurts!
It hurts so much!
Huntelaar never imagined that the fist of a mere Star-Rank Warrior could inflict such pain and damage upon him. The pain was unlike anything in the human world, like a curse from a demon in the abyss, draining all the strength from his body, leaving him unable to even twitch a finger.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft--!!!"
The immense power contained in the fist slammed into his body, causing all the old wounds on Ajax's One Sword to burst open instantly, and blood gushed out uncontrollably from the numerous tiny wounds like a fountain.
His massive, seemingly indestructible body, like that of a gorilla, could no longer stand tall and finally instinctively bowed down, twitching like a shrimp writhing and struggling in boiling water.
Then, very quickly, tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes.
The acid churning from his stomach and the blood rushing up from his throat gushed out of his mouth.
These are all instinctive reactions of the human abdomen after receiving Bash.
Just one punch!
Just one punch!!
But just how powerful is an 84th-level Barbarian?
This One Sword of Ajax, a high-ranking Moon Class expert, collapsed like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade.
He had to hunch over, becoming indistinguishable from a street thug, clutching his stomach, looking pained, kneeling on the ground, completely incapacitated.
On the other side, the longsword pierced through Sun Fei's right chest.
The sword was still embedded in his body, and blood gushed from the torn wound, staining his sky-blue robe red.
"Who the hell is an ant? Who the hell is a dragon?"
As if oblivious to pain, Sun Fei, like a madman, grabbed Huntelaar's hair and dragged the completely powerless Moon Class expert like a dead dog to Dou Weapon Heaven Sword. He sneered, "What a pity, my heart is in my left chest, not my right. Are you stupid? Haha, you so-called One Sword, so-called Moon Class expert, you'll still vomit when you're drunk and feel pain when you get hit by a brick. You're still trying to show off? You fucking try to show off again! Huh? Show off? I'll fucking fuck your grandpa! Grandma!!"
Clap clap clap clap!
He slapped her four times across the face.
The level 84 Barbarian unleashed his full power, instantly leaving Huntelaar with a swollen face and flying teeth.
The face of Ajax's One Sword quickly turned into a pig's head, his mouth like a rotten peach, breathing rapidly, with air leaking out as he wheezed.
Defeating his enemy in one move was not enough for Sun Fei.
He felt as if something inside him was about to explode, and his whole body was about to burst into flames.
Forget about the King's demeanor, the noble's manners, and the master's bearing—all that bullshit can be thrown aside.
What Sun Fei needs right now is to vent!
The most primal and wildest form of catharsis – punches landing with flesh!
In a daze, the thin yet upright figure became clearer in his mind, but Sun Fei knew that he would never see this elder who was like a father and brother again. This sense of defeat, that everything was irreversible, made Sun Fei feel that what flowed in his veins was not blood but magma, and that there was a volcano spewing sulfur and thick smoke in his heart, about to erupt.
Faced with the mad King, the world fell silent.
Forty highly skilled disciples of the Martial Saint Mountain, three hundred well-trained Royal Imperial Guard, the wise and resourceful Princess in the distant magical carriage, elite soldiers from the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, fake soldiers from various legions, and the ever-growing crowd of Zenit citizens surrounding the capital, even Sun Fei's closest enemies, Amauri and Costacurta, were all stunned by this insane scene.
In particular, Amauri and Costacurta even forgot to help Huntelaar for a moment. The whole process was too fast. Who would have thought that Huntelaar couldn't even withstand a single move from this young man? When it was all over, their instincts as martial arts experts made them feel that they were not facing a person, but a holy dragon in a rage, exuding a dangerous aura of violent destruction!
At this moment, countless people mourned for the Ajax One Sword lying on the ground. This was an unbearable humiliation. To be beaten like a dead dog in front of thousands of enemies and two comrades was worse than death for a Moon Class expert.
However, the eyes of the twenty disciples of Martial Saint Mountain were shining brightly. They wished they could skin Huntelaar alive to avenge Krasic. Such a scene was undoubtedly extremely satisfying.
This unconventional King ignited a flame in the hearts of countless people in the simplest and most brutal way!
My blood is boiling!
The soul is burning!
puff!
A spurt of blood shot out from the wound.
Sun Fei seemed oblivious, reaching out to grab the sword hilt and slowly pulling the longsword from his body, inch by inch.
Clang!
Carelessly tossing his longsword to the ground, Sun Fei slowly turned around, completely ignoring the gruesome wounds on his body that were still gushing blood.
At this moment, the radiant smile on the face of this top expert from the vassal state was nowhere to be seen from just a few dozen seconds ago. His eyes were now bloodshot, fixed intently on Amauri and Costacurta. He let out a beast-like roar, and with a flash, leaving a trail of blurry afterimages in the air, he charged forward madly.
He was actually going to fight two against one.
How can a mere Star-Rank Warrior challenge two Moon Class powerhouses?
Is he crazy?
The forty disciples of Martial Saint Mountain were shocked, and some experts from the Imperial Guards couldn't help but rush up to help. After all, Sun Fei was facing Moon Class experts. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still a Moon Class expert with the strength to move mountains and overturn seas and fight against millions of people!
Bang bang bang bang!
However, before anyone could react, a series of sounds rang out, like muscles colliding and longswords slicing through muscles.
Three figures intersected, their violent auras bursting outwards, the immense force sending everyone staggering backwards.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the three figures separated simultaneously.
Everything returned to stillness.
Then came a collective gasp of astonishment.
This scene will forever be etched in the souls of countless people around it, never to be forgotten.
A battle sword was deeply embedded in King of Chambord's right shoulder, the blade wedged firmly into his muscle and bone. A little more and it would have severed his entire shoulder. A shocking, massive wound also appeared on his side, nearly cutting him in two at the waist. Blood flowed from the wound like a fountain, staining his robes and the ground beneath his feet, as dazzling and brilliant as a red rose.
Even with such severe injuries, his body stood as straight as Krasic's, without bending in the slightest.
Beside him, Costacurta and Amauri were almost repeating the actions Huntelaar had taken when he fell.
Both Moon Class powerhouses instinctively clutched their stomachs, tears, saliva, snot, and blood mingling on their faces as they tried to struggle, but all their strength had been completely drained, making even the simple act of opening their mouths to breathe a luxury.
Sun Fei gasped for breath.
He slowly raised his left arm, just like he had pulled the long sword out of his body before, and pulled out the battle knife from his shoulder inch by inch. Instantly, blood gushed out again. A wave of dizziness and a wave of excruciating pain hit him. Sun Fei gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. His vision went black, but it seemed that only the excruciating pain could make him feel a little better.
Barbarian skill - [ Iron Shirt ].
It can make game characters' bodies as stiff as steel.
It was precisely because of this skill, coupled with the inherently powerful Barbarian physique, and the fact that the three Moon Class experts were injured and could only exert less than half of their power, that Sun Fei used a suicidal method to temporarily cripple the three's combat abilities in the most barbaric, brutal, and direct way.
Despite the formidable strength and transformative changes in physical abilities of a Moon Class expert, the abdomen remains the most flexible and vulnerable part of the human body. Despite nearly being cleaved in two, Sun Fei resolved the situation using a method akin to a street thug's brawl.
This complete and frantic outburst finally released some of the burning, almost explosive feeling within Sun Fei.
call out!
call out!
Holding the battle sword he had just pulled from his body, its blade still dripping with Sun Fei's blood, King Majesty showed no mercy. With a flick of his wrist, several cold beams shot out, severing the tendons of the three Moon Class experts and destroying the six most vital Dou Qi channels in their bodies. Only then did he throw the battle sword aside with a clatter, panting heavily, and collapse weakly to the ground without any regard for appearances, beginning to heal his injuries.
"You... kill me, kill me, kill me..." Amauri, not wanting to suffer the same humiliation as Huntelaar, struggled and shouted. At this moment, he had become a cripple, which, for a martial artist, was worse than certain death.
Sun Fei glanced at him coldly, opened his mouth, and drank a bottle of [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ].
He wouldn't let these three people die so easily.
He wanted everyone to know what mistake they made when they decided to plot to kill that mighty and powerful figure on Martial Saint Mountain, and what price they would have to pay for it.
Sun Fei is a madman!
Third update, red tickets.