The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 289 Madman

Chapter 289 Madman
Zheng Yi watched the fight not far away, hesitating whether to turn away or join the battle.

Judging from appearances alone, this seems to be another internal conflict within Yingzhou. However, Li Miao's fighting style is completely unlike that of Yingzhou; his ferocious and brutal fighting style is definitely not a tradition of Yingzhou.

She turned to look at Zheng Lingchuan's body on the ground.

"Judging from what Zheng Ming just said, this man named Li Miao seems to be a 'roots' who has been separated from his family and knows nothing about Yingzhou."

"Judging from the direction he's coming, he's coming from Mount Song... The reason for the internal strife in Yingzhou back then, the look Zheng Lingchuan gave towards Mount Song before he died... Could it be him?"

Zheng Yi turned to look at the two people who were fighting.

The balance of power has gradually shifted.

Li Miao ripped off Zheng Ming's left hand, and amidst the flying blood and flesh, he slammed him into the air with a knee strike. A cloud of dust erupted beneath his feet, and Li Miao was already above Zheng Ming's head, slamming him back into the ground with a leg axe.

boom!
As the loud explosion occurred, the ground beneath Zheng Yi's feet trembled.

Zheng Yi could still faintly hear Li Miao's laughter.

She couldn't help but shudder.

"No... Even if he's an enemy of Yingzhou, this man is simply a bloodthirsty madman! With that murderous intent, he probably has more than a hundred lives on his hands!"

"Judging from Zheng Ming's words, he had been wandering the martial arts world since childhood and did not even know his own surname or parents. That's why Zheng Ming used these words to delay him from making a move and tried to shake his killing intent. But he still did not hold back at all."

"This is a madman who has no parents and no law!"

Zheng Yi quickly walked to Zheng Lingchuan's body and began to search it.

"He tried to kill me the moment we met. He has no intention of communicating with anyone. I'm afraid in his eyes, only those who survive one of his attacks have the right to speak, and only those he can't kill are worthy of cooperating with him!"

"No matter how much I try to be nice to him, he won't show the slightest mercy. I'll just be handing my life over to this madman for nothing... I have to escape!"

After groping around for a while, Zheng Yi finally found something in Zheng Lingchuan's arms. Without having time to examine it closely, she stuffed it into her bosom and then quickly got up to run away.

After escaping for dozens of feet, the loud noise behind them suddenly stopped for a moment.

Zheng Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

She turned her head slightly, as if she wanted to look back.

boom! ! !
A shockwave exploded in front of her, and just as she raised her sword to block, something slammed into the blade. This object weighed at least a hundred pounds and carried an indescribable force; the sword hummed and suddenly bent!

Swish swish swish swish —

Zheng Yi's feet carved two furrows, each about ten feet long, into the ground. The longsword was almost touching her chest. She used all her strength to deflect the object, and only then did she slowly stop her retreat.

The object fell to the ground with a suppressed cry of pain, then suddenly sprang up and darted several feet before stopping.

The object that was thrown at her was actually Zheng Ming!

He had lost all his initial composure. His face, which was exactly the same as Li Miao's, no longer bore any resemblance to him. His left cheek was bruised and swollen, and his right cheek was covered in blood.

His left hand was a jagged, rotten piece of flesh below the wrist, and his right chest and left shoulder had sunk more than an inch. His once elegant long robe was now just a pile of tattered strips hanging on his body.

Zheng Yi suddenly turned her head and looked ahead.

Li Miao swung his arms, shook his neck, and glanced at the two people from left to right.

His body was also covered in wounds, which were emitting white smoke and slowly healing.

Zheng Ming was about as strong as he usually was, but that didn't mean Li Miao would have to fight him to the death to determine a winner. His "My Fist" style, which involved trading injury for injury and even life for life, was the fastest way to decide a winner.

Zheng Ming has a solid foundation in martial arts, his moves are skillful, and he seems to have sparred with many opponents.

But like the emperor, he's an "academic." He's very strong in ordinary, reactive fighting styles. But against a rogue like Li Miao, he's completely helpless.

Li Miao revealed his gleaming white teeth, licked away the blood, and grinned in a ferocious arc.

He slowly raised his hand.

Zheng Ming involuntarily took a half step back.

Li Miao scoffed. "Don't be afraid."

He pointed at Zheng Ming.

"You are strong enough, but not powerful enough."

The finger moved slowly, pointing at Zheng Yi.

“You use a sword, so it should be ‘easier’ to use it.”

"One of him is not enough."

"With you included, it should be about right."

"You come too."

Clench your fingers into a fist.

"You two seemed to have something to say to me, but you two don't seem to be on the same side... I don't want to hear any more nonsense."

"so."

Li Miao walked slowly toward the two of them.

"Next, you two will fight me, and I will try my best not to kill you both at the same time."

"Only the one who survives has the right to speak."

"You can also try to kill me together. If you can threaten my life, I'll consider letting you all live."

It was already late afternoon, the sun was setting, and the dim light could barely penetrate the dense forest, so most of Li Miao's face was hidden in shadow.

Zheng Yi and Zheng Ming could only see the upturned corners of Li Miao's mouth.

"Madman! Madman!"

Zheng Ming said, half in fear and half in anger.

He actually messed up with the person he least expected!
Where did Li Miao get his inheritance from, and how did he cultivate this martial arts skill? How could he avoid the five signs of decay, and where did he get this violent martial arts skill that even he couldn't withstand?
Even if one creates their own martial arts, they must first learn other martial arts and are still limited by this framework. However, there is absolutely no record of a similar martial art in the thousand-year-old tradition of Yingzhou!

Twenty-eight years ago, Zheng Lingchuan took him away from Yingzhou. At that time, he was just a "seedling" who hadn't even laid a foundation. How could he suddenly appear and already be able to beat him up like this!

"Still thinking about random things."

Li Miao's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You should be thinking about how to outlive that woman, or try to kill me."

"If you get distracted again, I'll snap your neck."

Bang!
The fist struck Zheng Ming's shoulder, sending him flying backward toward Zheng Yi's location.

"Let's join forces! We need to survive this madman first!"

In mid-air, Zheng Ming shouted and raised his hand to block Li Miao's fist.

Zheng Yi gritted her teeth, suddenly drew her longsword, and charged toward the two who were fighting.

A flock of birds in the dense forest took flight in fright.

Amidst the deafening roar, Li Miao's laughter faintly echoed.

"That's right! That's more like it!"

"Stop spouting nonsense in front of me! I don't want to listen! If you don't want to die, come and kill me!"