Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 203 You yellow-haired wild man!!! (22)

Seeing this handsome pervert, Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but sigh: "Zhao Zhuikong, I finally caught you!"

I didn't expect this guy to be so patient. He actually waited until the clone Zheng Zha launched an attack before taking action.

Obviously, he was also afraid that the Zhongzhou team would gather their strength to besiege him.

Who said this guy is crazy? I don’t think he is crazy at all.

Kara!
The wrist bones were crushed instantly.

At the same time, a huge and strange magic formation unfolded instantly, covering the three of them at the same time.

Before he finished speaking, the strange gate was completed.

The trap has caught its prey!

Zhao Zhuikong was obviously a little dazed by the sudden appearance of the formation, but Zhuang Boshi would not let him go. He grabbed his arm tightly and suddenly exerted force, throwing him to the ground!
Peng——

A deep hole was smashed into the cement floor, but Zhuang Boshi frowned and straightened up.

It's empty!
Zhao Zhuikong appeared at the edge of the formation. He had no intention of running away. He just rubbed his comminuted wrist. His fourth-level recovery ability allowed him to recover in the blink of an eye.

He looked at this strange formation with a strange look and said in an exaggerated tone: "Little Apple, why are you using magic?"

"Shouldn't you be the most traditional and proud assassin among us?"

"Magic?" Zhao Yingkong said coldly, "As long as an assassin can kill the enemy, whether it's a dagger, a gun, or magic, aren't they all good methods?"

"Is that so?" Zhao Zhuikong exclaimed in a relaxed tone while staring at the Qimen on the ground: "Open, Rest, Birth, Injury, Stop, Scenery, Death, Shock, these are the eight gates in Taoism. This move is quite interesting!"

"There are also Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, and the stars."

"Little Apple, you are worthy of being the literary girl who loves reading the most among us."

It was not known whether Zhao Zhuikong did it on purpose or had a brain attack, but he completely ignored Zhuang Boshi.

Zhuang Boshi didn't get angry with him, but took the initiative to stand next to Yingkong and called out very intimately: "Yingkong, your cousin seems to have some problems with his brain."

"Is it because you didn't go to school as a child and don't understand culture that you are illiterate?"

"Don't the Eight Gates originate from the Book of Changes?"

The call of "Yingkong" was so intimate that Zhao Zhuikong's face instantly fell.

"You, are the mysterious fourth-level from the Zhongzhou team?"

Zhao Zhuikong turned his head and stared at him, his eyes dark and unclear, but frighteningly cold.

The man was nearly two meters sixty, and above his original two eyes, there was a pair of sky-blue eyes.

In the center of the forehead, there is a vertical pupil emitting a strange golden color, and there are five eyes in total on the face.

Moreover, his body and face were covered with strange spells, making him look both weird and sacred.

"What kind of bloodline did you strengthen, you guy?"

Zhao Zhuikong snorted in annoyance, "Little Apple, why would a five-eyed freak like you disturb our rare reunion?"

"Reunion?" Zhuang Boshi folded his arms, looking down at Zhao Zhuikong with the air of a powerful man. "But why do I only see a pervert harassing an underage girl?"

"Hahahaha, is that so?" Zhao Zhuikong laughed even more exaggeratedly, with an extremely weird arc at the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face was distorted beyond recognition.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered. Zheng Zha asked me to come here so that I could deal with you!"

In the blink of an eye, the short sword in Zhao Zhuikong's hand transformed into a ball of light and shadow, and suddenly stopped in his hand.

During this process, countless ripples composed of energy spread out in all directions until they disappeared several meters away.

His figure suddenly disappeared, so fast that people had no time to react, just like when he suddenly appeared without any warning, he came suddenly and left just as quickly.

In Zhao Yingkong's perception, the trace of breath that he could vaguely sense before now seemed to have dissipated out of thin air, and the surrounding space seemed to become empty in an instant.

Zhuang Boshi tried to catch his trace, but his five eyes turned in four directions, looking a little confused.

The next second, Zhao Zhuikong appeared behind Zhuang Boshi like a ghost.

The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, and he slashed down without hesitation. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the dagger stabbed straight towards Zhuang Boshi's neck.

Accurate and accurate, take his life.

However, a huge and powerful fist came whizzing like a cannonball and hit the side of the dagger accurately.

With a crisp crashing sound, a powerful force erupted instantly, and the specially made dagger was smashed into metal fragments that flew everywhere.

Zhao Zhuikong was actually knocked flying by this huge force.

His body drew an arc in the air, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, losing its original attack rhythm.

On the other side, Zhao Yingkong, who had been prepared, was already waiting there.

The silver blade in her hand slashed through the air swiftly.

The "hissing" sound made by the sharp blade as it cut through the air was like the whisper of death, and it stabbed straight towards Zhao Zhuikong's throat. The blow was fierce and accurate, as if it was determined to win.

With a "swish", the dagger that was supposed to hit the target passed through easily as if it had passed through a ball of empty phantom, without causing any substantial harm to Zhao Zhuikong.

When I looked again, Zhao Zhuikong had already stood steadily on the edge of the rooftop without me noticing.

"So you were trying to trick me. Your eyes can see me moving between coordinates." Zhao Zhuikong threw away the hilt of the sword and laughed strangely.

Zhuang Boshi did not answer. He could indeed see traces of Zhao Zhuikong's movement between the spatial gap and the coordinates.

But being able to see it doesn’t mean you can keep up with it immediately.

Zhao Yingkong stood in front of Zhuang Boshi and whispered, "Qimen can interfere with his spatial ability. I just delayed his spatial movement for about 0.1 seconds."

"Well done." Zhuang Boshi praised him. Sometimes, a fraction of a second can decide life or death.

"My little Apple has grown up and seems to have been led astray by other men. She even brought wild men with her to attack her own family."

Zhao Zhuikong seemed to be getting to know Zhao Yingkong all over again, with a resentful look on his face and a hint of sadness between his brows.

"What are you talking about, you bastard!" Zhao Yingkong staggered and his face flushed with anger.

"Isn't it?" Zhao Zhuikong pointed at Zhuang Boshi, his eyes gradually turned red, and his smiling eyebrows instantly became sinister and vicious.

"Then why would you stand beside that man!"

I saw him casually swiping in the air, just like a butcher cutting up an ox.

——Swish, blood splattered everywhere.

A long wound suddenly appeared on Zhuang Boshi's chest.

Although he had subconsciously stepped back, he was still caught in Zhao Zhuikong's air attack, and his chest was cut open by a sharp air. There was no murderous intent, no sign, the attack seemed to appear out of thin air.

This was no longer something that could be achieved by simply hiding one's murderous intent. He probably didn't regard the two people as enemies at all. It was like a child playing with insects. There was no concept of killing in his subconscious mind.

If an ordinary third-level character encounters this kind of enemy, it is easy to die inexplicably.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the scar on his chest and slowly smiled: "I underestimated you, Zhao Zhuikong."

"Such a hard bone!" Zhao Zhuikong was also quite surprised: "The attack just now could clearly cut through even steel plates."

"Really?" Zhuang Boshi said calmly, but with a hint of provocation: "Why do I feel like I was bitten by a mosquito?"

The reversal technique was activated, positive energy condensed on the wound, and the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

"Oh?"

Zhao Zhuikong was a little surprised: "He still has some skills. But, he looks more useful--"

"Just trash!"

"What gives you the right to say that?" Zhao Yingkong stood up angrily, "You're just a scumbag who only knows how to harm your friends."

This stress reaction made the smile on Zhao Zhuikong's face less and less, and his facial features were covered with a layer of blood-red haze.

"Little Apple, you've really fallen."

"It's really disappointing for me to be dependent on a man like this."

"How can a guy like this, who looks strong but simple-minded, stand by your side?"

Zhuang Boshi only felt amused, and his emotions were not affected by Zhao Zhuikong's simple provocation.

As a person born in the 80s, Zhao Zhuikong has not experienced the sarcasm of the Internet age. His curses are still relatively simple, repeating the same few sentences over and over again, which is too straightforward and monotonous.

This kind of verbal insult is commonplace in the workplace in later generations, and it may even be too mild.

The boss, the leader and the client, their curses were much more harsh and insulting than Zhao Zhuikong's.

For the professional slaves who had worked as slaves, Zhao Zhuikong's words were just a drop in the bucket.

Moreover, I only need one sentence to break his defense.

Zhuang Boshi strolled over to Zhao Yingkong and looked at him provocatively, "Cousin, even though I'm a few years older than you, I'll still follow Yingkong and call you cousin."

"When the time comes, you'll call me Big Brother and I'll call you Cousin, and we'll each talk our own way."

"When Yingkong and I have a baby next year, you'll be the baby's cousin, so you'll have to give him a big red envelope—"

After saying that, he had an expression that said, "Old Deng, I stole your cabbage."

The smile that was still on Zhao Zhuikong disappeared in an instant, and a gloomy and angry look that could not be concealed appeared on his face.

It was obvious that he was really hurt.

Zhuang Boshi is now two meters and five meters tall after his transformation, while Zhao Yingkong only reaches his waist. It is a complete contrast between a foreign athlete and a junior high school girl.

Yingkong's face turned red because of Zhuang Boshi's sudden intimate words, and she shyly turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

This surprised Zhuang Boshi a little. He said that we should act, so he should react quickly. He still has lines to say!
"You--" Zhao Zhuikong's facial muscles twitched slightly, his teeth chattered, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

"Wild man." Zhuang Boshi nodded and admitted directly and generously: "Yes, I am a wild man."

"But you have to attend our wedding and be the witness—"

"After all, it seems that you are the only relative left of Yingkong."

The Zhao family's hellish joke.

This one sentence broke down the defenses of both Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Yingkong's blushing face turned pale.

Zhao Zhuikong looked like a ghost, rushing over without caring about anything.

A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, shining with blue fluorescence, obviously much stronger than the ordinary dagger just now.

His speed is several times faster than Cheng Xiao's.

But this determined attack missed!
Qimen just turned slightly, and Zhuang Boshi disappeared on the spot.

In an instant, Zhuang Boshi suddenly appeared behind him and punched him hard.

This punch was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as if stirring the surrounding air into a buzzing sound.

Zhao Zhuikong didn't have time to react at all. He was like being hit by a cannonball and was instantly blown away by this powerful force.

His body was like a cannonball, crashing straight into the signal tower on the roof.

There was a loud "bang" and the extremely sturdy signal tower could not withstand the huge impact force and was directly smashed through.

But the next second, Zhao Zhuikong appeared in another direction, but his clothes were torn and he looked very embarrassed.

"Space change?" Zhao Zhuikong's face looked extremely ugly. Just now, due to the space disturbance for a moment, his shoulder was hit hard by a punch and was shattered.

He stared blankly at the death door at his feet, and an indescribable complex emotion appeared on his face for a moment: "No wonder you were waiting for me here. Hahaha, how interesting!"

Zhao Yingkong frowned, somewhat confused.

But Zhuang Boshi could hear it clearly, the sorrow in Zhao Zhuikong's tone was almost overflowing.

He was now like a stubborn brother who was being taken out of school by his rebellious sister and blocked in an alley after school, and was about to be beaten up.

I feel wronged, sad and depressed, but I can't say the truth.

"Hahahaha." Glancing at Zhao Yingkong's somewhat frightened expression and Zhao Zhuikong's murderous look, Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Why are you so angry? You didn't even use any swear words, and you're not a demon.

Hearing the mocking tone in the laughter, Zhao Zhuikong's voice pierced through the icy hell, like ice piercing the eardrum: "I swear, I will use the most cruel method to scrape off your flesh piece by piece."

In an instant——

Killing intent!
Horrible murderous intent!
A terrifying murderous intent that seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth apart erupted with Zhao Zhuikong as the center!

This murderous intent is crazy and unscrupulous enough, as if treating all living beings as ants, enough to arouse fear in every life from the most primitive and instinctive level.

The murderous intent was so strong that it suddenly materialized into a visible black-red aura filled with negative thoughts such as distortion, cruelty, and destruction. It was like thousands of arrows, shooting densely in all directions, and like surging waves of blood, rushing towards the outside world in waves.

At this moment, before the overwhelming murderous intent came.

Zhao Yingkong froze in place, unable to move, feeling like he was the target of an impending ruthless attack!

Is this Zhao Zhuikong's true strength?
He is serious!
(End of this chapter)