Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 865 - 622: The Greatest Filial Son in History—Phoenix Mountain

"This... is too ruthless! Really too ruthless!"

On the world channel, players watching Li Zheng's livestream were dumbfounded, discussing: "They say many ants can bite an elephant to death, and at first, we thought Li Zheng was the elephant who would eventually be bitten to death by the 'ants' of the Six Great Legions. Little did we know he wasn't some elephant, but a Giant Dragon!"

In front of a Giant Dragon, what good are countless ants?

"Right now, I just want some peace and quiet. I really doubt whether Li Zheng entered the Matrix Realm with us, how can he be so strong?"

"Li Zheng is invincible! Li Zheng is my god!"

"I think the Terminal must have misclassified his nationality. Li is a common surname in our Great Han People's Republic, and Li Zheng should be one of us!"

"Give me a break, Li Zheng isn't dead yet, and your Stealing Country nature is already showing?"

As the outside world buzzed with chaos, Li Zheng stood in front of the corpse, watching quietly.

The corpse felt uneasy under Li Zheng's keen gaze, carefully opened a slit in his eyes, saw Li Zheng standing right in front of him, and quickly shut them again.

"Jin Binghuan, weren't you unafraid of death?" Li Zheng sneered, "What are you doing?"

Having his act exposed, Jin Binghuan awkwardly sat up, pushing half a corpse off of himself, "I... I wasn't playing dead, I was just tired and lying down for a rest."

"Heh." Li Zheng was amused by his shameless words, "I have one good and one bad piece of news to tell you, which do you want to hear first?"

"The good news first!" Hope rose in Jin Binghuan's eyes, wishing the good news was that Li Zheng would spare him.

"Well, the good news is, you're not the only one playing dead, there's someone to share your awkwardness." Li Zheng said, casually waving his hand as the blood on the ground, still warm, froze over and split into thousands of ice needles, shooting out.

The blood-red ice needles seemed to have eyes, automatically targeting certain intact 'corpses' in the pile, piercing through their brows. As the 'corpses' lightly shuddered, they ultimately remained corpses.

"Now the bad news comes." Li Zheng, after killing the other fake dead, flashed a sinister grin, "Playing dead won't help you escape disaster; not a single one of the Six Great Legions will survive today!"

"Can't you spare me?" Jin Binghuan said bitterly, "I've not been involved in the whole pursuit of the Starting Point Legion!"

"Jin Binghuan, oh Jin Binghuan, how long have you followed Cheng Tianpu without understanding one thing?" Li Zheng shook his head and sighed, "Once you've enjoyed the benefits of being the oppressor, you're no longer innocent."

Jin Binghuan was devastated, "Then why say anymore? Just do it."

"Though our relationship isn't great, we did meet once. I'll give you a chance to strike at me, so you can die with dignity." Li Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, "You'd better use your strongest attack, or it'd be too undignified."

"Alright!" Jin Binghuan's gaze shifted, his fighting spirit ignited, "At the Fierce Tiger Daoist School, I learned martial arts from the master. After mastering it, I fought him. I've challenged many of the country's masters, defeated them, and they mockingly said my Fist Technique was a woman's punch. Today I'll show the world what this Fist Technique truly is!"

"Come on then." Li Zheng made no unnecessary moves, his hands behind his back.

"Hold on!" Just as Jin Binghuan was about to strike, Mirel behind Li Zheng spoke, "I'll be your opponent."

Jin Binghuan hesitated, then showed an angry face, "Li Zheng, are you mocking me?"

"Ridiculous, are you worthy of my mockery?" Li Zheng laughed disdainfully, "Mirel wants to be your opponent of her own accord, I did not interfere."

Furious, Jin Binghuan gritted his teeth, "Fine!"

With a slight stance, broad palms slightly clenched, Jin Binghuan's presence turned as if a fierce tiger was lurking within him, ready to devour.

Bam!

With a stomp, Jin Binghuan rushed in, aiming a punch at Mirel's face.

Mirel remained calm, raising her hand to swing the Long Whip, coiling it towards Jin Binghuan.

The forward momentum stalled briefly, as Jin Binghuan changed direction, attempting to dodge the Long Whip's coil.

However, Mirel's wrist turned, the supple Long Whip obeyed, shifting mid-air to continue its wrap.

Before his punch reached Mirel, the Long Whip surrounded and enveloped Jin Binghuan.

"Just like that." With one hand pulled back, the Long Whip tightened, Jin Binghuan's body twisted and deformed, ultimately exploding with a sound of unwilling fury, leaving only a skeleton with blood and flesh standing there.

Li Zheng watched the whole thing, simulating Jin Binghuan's Fist Technique in his mind, then erased it after a moment.

"I thought it was a formidable Fist Technique, overly redundant, wasting my time."

He shook his head dismissively, not giving the remains of Jin Binghuan's corpse another glance, turning away as Thunder Wing trembled slightly and took flight.

Mirel followed closely, the air whistling, her clothing hugged against her body, revealing an impressive figure.

"Misaka, take your people to clean up the battlefield, collect all the Identity Cards."

With tens of thousands of Identity Cards, Li Zheng naturally wouldn't clean them up himself. Coincidentally, Misaka Tsuchiemon's brought people had nothing to do, so he ordered them to go and get busy.

"Hey!" Spontaneously, Misaka Tsuchiemon responded in Mud Furnace language, then slapped himself hard across the face, "Damn it, living in Mud Furnace for over twenty years, this bad habit is hard to break."

Li Zheng looked at him curiously, "Aren't you a proper Mud Furnace native?"