Those who reincarnate must die.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Lang returned to his room, asked a servant of the Shen family for some bandages, and bandaged his shoulder.

Although the flesh wound healed immediately after the knife tip was pulled out, Zhang Lang still made a show of it by dabbing some blood onto the bandage and carefully wrapping the shoulder.

Then, just as he had said before, he closed the doors and windows, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep...

Today's incident in the cafeteria led him to kill two reincarnators, but at the same time, he also realized the strength of the Shen family... Not to mention others, that senior brother Fang Yu is an extremely difficult character to deal with! Zhang Lang didn't know if these native experts could fight against weapons like pistols, but he didn't want to take the risk.

After all, during the daytime martial arts competition, some people had already demonstrated the power of firearms to these indigenous experts. If the other side was on guard, Zhang Lang didn't believe that an ordinary person with a firearm could defeat a top expert with internal strength and physical abilities far exceeding the limits of ordinary people...

All the reincarnators are here; you're bound to run into them on the field. If he tries to use underhanded tactics and gets expelled from the Shen family, it'll be difficult to get back in. Besides, he's definitely already under the Shen family's scrutiny; if he causes trouble rashly, he probably won't be tolerated again!

As for someone coming to cause him trouble in the middle of the night?

For over a year, surviving amidst monsters, Zhang Lang remained on high alert even in his sleep. Moreover, his unique constitution made him immune to all poisons and sedatives; even asleep, a sneak attack wouldn't be easy! If someone did attempt an ambush, he wouldn't hesitate to seize the opportunity to retaliate!

I killed an intruder in my own room; surely the Shen family won't blame him for that!

So, to prepare for tomorrow's game, let's get some rest and get some sleep!

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"That's it, Master..." In the inner courtyard, Fang Yu reported what happened in the dining hall to Shen Changfeng. Standing next to him was Shen Qianqian, who had just returned from martial arts practice and was still sweaty.

"This matter is certainly the fault of those few people..." Shen Changfeng stroked his beard, "but this guy named... Zhang Lang, who can draw his sword and kill without a word, is no ordinary character!"

"I think that's what makes a real man!" Shen Qianqian laughed. "When someone has a sword to your neck, are you just going to sit here and wait to die? If you're going to fight back, you have to go all out. It's either you or me!"

"In life-or-death battles, such ruthlessness is certainly necessary!" Shen Changfeng sighed, looking at his beloved daughter. "But do you think the martial world is just about fighting and killing? The martial world is about human relationships and social interactions!"

"You're too aggressive. When you're in power, people will naturally fear you, but as soon as you lose your footing, countless enemies will come to drag you down!"

"That's still better than having to act according to other people's wishes!" Shen Qianqian snorted coldly.

"Sigh... young people, you're still too green..." Shen Changfeng shook his head. "Alright, let's just leave it at that. Tonight, send someone to keep an eye on these guys... and the others too. Also, pay close attention to that guy who used that strange hidden weapon today. I've never seen a hidden weapon with that kind of power before. It's fast and ruthless. Against that, unless you're a top-tier expert, you're probably doomed... When did such a thing appear in the martial arts world...?"

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Nothing happened that night, and Zhang Lang slept soundly until dawn. It seemed that the remaining two reincarnators hadn't been completely blinded by hatred. After washing up, Zhang Lang arrived at the martial arts arena early, only to find that many competitors and even more spectators had already gathered there.

Zhang Lang casually twisted his joints to warm up, when suddenly he caught sight of a man carrying a long sword walking towards him. He turned around warily and saw that it was none other than Young Master Yun, the very man whose hero's invitation he had stolen!

"You thief!" Young Master Yun rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Lang by the collar. "How dare you steal my invitation to the hero's tournament!"

"Should we fight?" Zhang Lang was two inches taller than Young Master Yun, glancing down at him sideways.

"Of course I'm going to settle accounts with you!" Young Master Yun roared. "But not here! We'll meet in the arena. You're number nine, right? If I win two more matches, I can meet you in your section. Don't you dare lose! I'm going to beat you fair and square in the arena!"

"We look forward to your arrival!" Zhang Lang replied calmly.

"Hmph!" Young Master Yun loosened his collar and turned to leave. Watching the retreating figure of this rising martial arts star, Zhang Lang suddenly felt that his punch to him might have been a bit unfair. Was he actually a pretty good person?

To make a long story short, as the time drew near, Old Master Shen and Shen Qianqian arrived at the training ground and announced that today's competition would begin.

The first match was naturally against Yun Gongzi, who had won yesterday. His opponent today was a dual-wielder. The two fought for seven or eight rounds, but in the end, Yun Gongzi's skill prevailed, and he knocked his opponent's weapon away, forcing him to admit defeat.

The next match was against the bearded man, Zhuang Sicheng. Zhang Lang had noticed him yesterday; this guy wielded a short sword and moved with incredible agility, as if he could predict his opponent's moves. Yesterday's opponent had been subdued by a surprising move, the sword tip pressed against his neck, and he had surrendered!

However, today, he was noticeably more ruthless. As soon as the fight started, he raised his hand and his opponent's chest suddenly caved in, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground dead!

It's the same move we used to attack Zhang Lang yesterday!

Clearly, Zhuang Sicheng was deliberately holding back in the ring yesterday, but today, whether it was because he was furious about his teammate's death or because his moves had already been revealed and there was no need to hide them anymore, his fighting style became much faster and more ruthless. Before the audience and other fighters could even see what was happening, one of them died in the ring!

"What a devastating palm strike!" A commentator from the audience remarked, "This move is specifically designed to sever the heart's meridians, but you're the first to be able to execute it from such a distance! Impressive!"

This was clearly an altar skill move, and it was somehow covered up!

Next up was Zhang Lang. Fortunately, his opponent was yet another reincarnator!

Remember the guy who shot and killed his opponent in the ring yesterday? That's Zhang Lang's opponent this round!

To be honest, this guy is far inferior to the earring-wearing man from yesterday. You could see that from his match yesterday; he originally planned to fight with a spear, but his stance was unstable and his moves were loose. He was quickly overwhelmed by his opponent, otherwise he wouldn't have been forced to draw his gun and kill someone!

Today, this guy simply stopped hiding it. He went up into the ring, pulled out his pistol, and pulled the trigger at Zhang Lang as soon as the order to start was given!

boom!

The bullet flew over the ring and hit the courtyard wall dozens of meters away, leaving a small crater!

The moment Zhang Lang raised his hand, he dodged to the side, crouched down, and charged toward his opponent!

The man missed his first shot, then hurriedly turned his gun and fired two more shots at Zhang Lang. But Zhang Lang dodged left and right as the man raised his hand, instantly closing in, drawing his long sword, and with a swift diagonal slash, ended the man's life...

After the match ended, Zhang Lang looked at the corpse in front of him, bent down, picked up the gun from the body, fiddled with it in his hand for a few moments, then glanced at the other contestants below the stage, and walked off the stage as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, all the reincarnators present felt a pang of anxiety...

In their view, Zhang Lang must be an indigenous martial artist. This pistol is easy to operate; anyone could learn it at a glance. If such a skilled indigenous martial artist got his hands on it, the upcoming arena fights would probably be tough...

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