Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 36: Fierce and Brave
"Boom!"
The door shattered, wood chips flying everywhere.
"Watch out!"
"It’s him!"
The three people inside reacted immediately as Fang Zheng burst in, with Qiao reaching for the gun at his waist.
For him, drawing a gun was a reflex when faced with danger.
Three meters was a short distance, enough to kill an opponent.
"Pfft!"
A dark figure lunged at him first, and Qiao instinctively turned his head to dodge, only to feel pain in his shoulder, rendering his arm powerless.
An axe!
He was hit!
Fang Zheng followed closely, attempting to deliver the final blow to his opponent, but suddenly a black shadow blocked his path—Owen’s tall figure.
Not like an ordinary person.
They were professional mercenaries.
Qiao’s first reaction to the attack was to reach for his gun; Owen chose to face them directly, while Dave picked up a briefcase and retreated to a hidden spot.
At the same time, a dagger appeared in Dave’s hand.
"Kill!"
Fang Zheng shouted in a low voice, and his already fast speed increased again.
The vocalization technique he learned from Wu Hai shook every bone, instantly boosting morale and strength, making his steps steady.
But this technique couldn’t be used often.
One burst of energy, followed by decline, and then exhaustion—the technique could only be used at critical moments.
Owen leaned forward, his two-meter height and stocky build resembling a black bear, as his burly right arm punched out.
A simple hook punch, after countless practices, allowed him to wield his whole body’s strength without reservation.
This punch,
he was confident it would bring the opponent down.
"Bang!"
The hook punch landed solidly on Fang Zheng, and the two collided.
Something’s wrong!
This person was wearing body armor!
Owen’s eyes widened, and before he could say anything, he felt a mighty force crashing into him, sending him flying.
The difference in their physique was obvious; he was much more robust, but his strength was at a disadvantage in the confrontation.
Having knocked Owen aside, Fang Zheng didn’t pause for a moment, lunging forward, grabbing the axe on Qiao’s body, and tugging fiercely.
"Screech..."
The rusty axe blade slashed diagonally from Qiao’s shoulder, severing half his neck, and scorching hot blood spurted out.
"Qiao!"
Dave roared, charging forward, engaging Fang Zheng, who was still unsteady on his feet, in a scuffle.
At the top of Phoenix Head Mountain in the evening, the cold wind was biting, the dim light obscure, and the corpse on the ground kept twitching.
The three people inside panted desperately, shadows swaying, anger roaring, accompanied by dull thuds, as the wooden house teetered.
"Gun!"
A loud shout broke the stalemate.
The gun was on Qiao’s corpse, closest to Owen.
A gun was an inanimate object, yet its intimidation far exceeded that of a living person; as long as they got the gun, no matter how strong the opponent was, they were doomed.
"Swish!"
Without hesitation, Owen lunged for Qiao’s corpse.
While Dave lunged at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng grabbed the side table with one hand, using it as a shield to block Dave’s dagger, while throwing the axe in his hand.
"Thunk!"
The axe embedded itself in the soil, forcing Owen to halt.
"Get lost!"
Fang Zheng roared in anger, exerting his power, flipping both the table and Dave, while simultaneously lunging toward the pistol on the ground.
The white light bulb on the ceiling swung back and forth, three figures staggered out.
The target was clear.
The pistol!
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng suddenly changed direction, delivering a crushing punch to Owen while chopping downward with one leg, like an axe toward Dave.
As for the gun...
He didn’t know how to use it at all!
"Ah!"
Screams and roars erupted, as a foot kicked out amid the chaos, sending the pistol tumbling outside the cabin.
Fang Zheng relaxed slightly, but before he could make a move, Owen had already seized the opportunity to get behind him, wrapping his arms around him.
Chokehold!
The same technique he used to kill Da Wei, now being used on him.
Although Fang Zheng quickly extended an arm to block his throat, the sudden outbreak of Giant Power made his vision go black.
"Die!"
Covered in blood, Dave leaped at him, dagger in hand, stabbing fiercely at Fang Zheng’s heart.
"Pfft!"
The body armor dented in an instant, and the sound of fibers tearing could be heard, as Fang Zheng cried out in pain, kicking out fiercely with both legs.
Rabbit kicks at an eagle.
This kick utilized all his strength.
"Crack!"
Dave’s ribs instantly fractured, his whole body kicked off the ground, and after landing, he stretched his limbs, unexpectedly breathless.
The other two were also pushed backward by this force.
"Boom..."
Two figures crashed through the wooden wall, rolling out.
Owen struggled to stand up, only to see Fang Zheng shaking his head, trying to regain consciousness. He couldn’t help but roar in anger and rushed over with a fist.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng’s cheek hurt, and he staggered back.
"Slap!"
This time, the two men’s fists collided directly.
Owen weighed a full 140 kilograms, a level above Fang Zheng, yet after the clash, it was he who retreated backward.
"Ah!!!"
The roar was filled with deep confusion and unwillingness.
Why? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Why does this Xia Country man, who clearly doesn’t look physically strong, possess the power to overwhelm him?
Had he known, he would’ve never taken this job. It was out of boredom, just to lend a hand, but it ended up costing several lives.
"Bang!"
In the hazy night, the two figures collided madly, the shaking lights cast eerie shadows, until one crashed to the ground.
"Huff... huff..."
Fang Zheng crouched on a stone, his long hair damp with sweat, hanging in strands, his heavy breathing like the pull of a bellows.
For a long time.
He slowly stood up, stepped over a few bodies, and picked up a fallen pistol from the weeds.
Thinking for a moment, he walked over to the rickety wooden house, took out a black leather suitcase from under the planks, and placed it on the stone to open it.
"Wow..."
A golden gleam met his eyes.
Gold bricks!
A full thirty kilograms of gold bricks!
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The sun set, the moon rose.
The bright moonlight spilled down, adding a special charm to the rugged mountain path.
Sister Lianlian walked up Phoenix Head Mountain, hands behind her back. The burly Lao Zhao followed beside her, and they saw faint firelight flickering at the end of the stone steps.
Smiling brightly, she quickened her pace.
"Crackle..."
The bonfire crackled with the roar of decayed wood, and a person squatted beside it, throwing clothes into the flames, occasionally stirring the fire to keep it burning.
"Da Wei!"
Sister Lianlian called out near the cabin, raising her voice.
As for the hunched figure by the fire, she didn’t care nor was she interested; she assumed it must be one of those professional mercenaries, people she had no intention of knowing.
"Sister Lianlian?"
Fang Zheng looked up, forced a strange smile:
"Don’t recognize me?"
"You..." Sister Lianlian focused on the voice, saw his face bruised, looking a bit disheveled, yet it was just like her impression.
Her cheeks twitched, she gritted her teeth and said word by word:
"Fang Zheng!"
"It’s me." Fang Zheng shrugged.
"Where are the others?"
"Dead."
Silence fell.
Lao Zhao’s hand reached for a dagger, but he froze as Fang Zheng casually toyed with something in his hand.
A gun!
"You killed them?" Sister Lianlian’s facial muscles twitched:
"Are you kidding..."
Those were professional mercenaries, and they had guns. How did an ordinary person kill them? But the gun was now in Fang Zheng’s hand, didn’t that mean...
Her heart chilled.
"What kind of look is that?"
Fang Zheng touched his face:
"Am I a monster?"
"No!"
"People like you are the monsters, and mad."
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and a graceful figure fell backward to the ground.
"Just as I thought." Fang Zheng blew on the gun barrel:
"The gun still works best."
"Thud!"
Lao Zhao’s knees gave way, and he dropped to the ground.
"Spare me..."
His hands had been stained with blood, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid to die.
