Superpowered Love Academy

boom!

The two men's pistols fired simultaneously. Zuo Le did not use his Void Walk ability to create distance, but instead exchanged fire with him through the metal sheet.

The bullet pierced the metal of the container, grazing Zuo Le's hair and the corner of his clothes.

When Zuo Le fired the sixth bullet.

boom!

The not-so-sturdy sheet metal was suddenly punched through, and the force of the punch grazed Zuo Le's cheek. Even without contact, a burning sensation remained.

"So strong!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's arm was stuck in the metal sheet, Zuo Le stabbed directly at the elbow.

But when the dagger actually touched his skin, Zuo Le felt as if he had struck a layer of mud.

"gas?"

When the first strike failed, Scarface's other hand also pierced through the sheet metal and came crashing down.

Zuo Le was completely unable to fight back and could only dodge backward.

However, he did not create distance because of the opponent's superior physical skills. Instead, he gripped the hilt of the dagger tightly, his gaze slightly lowered, and a purple light clung to the blade.

Clang!

The slash cut through the back of Scarface's fist, causing him to temporarily retract his aggressive stance, pull back his hand, and tear the metal sheet.

"Imbued with spirit?" Scarface exclaimed in surprise.

The two men's lightning-fast collision nearly destroyed the entire sheet metal wall.

Two girls in the corner of the container screamed in terror and huddled together.

Zuo Le ignored the screams in her ears and focused on observing the other person's body through the rotten hole in the metal sheet.

It is powerful, swift, and possesses a protective aura.

Such an existence can almost deliver a devastating blow to ordinary people, with a much higher margin of error than a spirit master like Zhuoken who has no defenses.

This is the power of a Tier 1 martial artist.

Zuo Le has realized that he cannot win in a head-on confrontation and needs to adjust his tactics.

He stepped back, making room, and sure enough, Scarface burst through the iron and gave chase.

"drink!"

A powerful punch shot straight at Zuo Le, who retreated and flipped over, dodging through the door frame.

boom!

The opponent's powerful punch slammed into the doorpost, causing the entire room to shake and dust to fall to the ground.

Zuo Le, who barely dodged the punch, quickly got up and thrust forward during the gap in Scarface's punch. Surprisingly, Scarface neither dodged nor avoided the punch, and at the same time threw a punch at Zuo Le's dagger.

Even before the two made contact, Zuo Le could already feel the pressure of the punches.

Instead of confronting him head-on, he shifted his body during the movement, giving up his position.

When Scarface's fist slammed into the wall, a white shockwave, almost visible to the naked eye, exploded in the air.

boom!

The impact sent Zuo Le flying, his clothes ripped apart on his chest and abdomen, leaving bruises.

If that punch had landed, Zuo Le would most likely have exploded and died.

"Kid, your spatial abilities have limitations, don't they?"

"..." Zuo Le remained silent.

"Why aren't you using it? Are you waiting for an opportunity to kill me?"

Chapter 37 I will not die, before I kill you.

Scarface's wild laughter echoed in the warehouse; he felt he had found a weakness in Zuo Le's abilities.

Arrogance is a common ailment among all extraordinary individuals.

Zuo Le believed he had the ability to kill Scarface, and Scarface believed the same.

He guessed that Zuo Le would definitely not give up using his ability and would seize what he considered the best opportunity!

Therefore, Scarface did not intend to sit idly by and wait for his death.

Luring the enemy in and waiting for Zuo Le to attack is just foolish behavior.

He was going to take the initiative and use a barrage of attacks to force Zuo Le to bring out his spatial abilities!

In this way, Zuo Le was completely unable to fight back.

"Speak up!"

Scarface suddenly charged forward. His physical abilities were terrifying; both his speed and strength far surpassed Zuo Le's current level.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy punches kept exploding in front of Zuo Le, blasting the cement wall into a pile of rubble.

A piece of brick flew through the air, grazing Zuo Le's eyebrow.

Under such intense pressure, Zuo Le could only flee in a sorry state. Let alone attacking, even dodging was a very difficult task.

As his body became increasingly unsteady, Scar seized the opening and suddenly accelerated without warning.

The powerful punch, imbued with energy, slammed straight into Zuo Le's chest.

The force of the punch tore through the air.

There was absolutely no way to dodge this attack!

hum! ~

A heavy punch, like a cannonball, struck a patch of purple mist.

The astonishment on Scarface's face lasted less than a second, before it was replaced by ecstatic joy:

"Kid, you're going to die!"

"I will not die, before I kill you!" Zuo Le replied in a deep voice.

"joke!"

Scarface locked onto Zuo Le a few meters away, and without the slightest hesitation, charged forward like a chariot.

Zuo Le could only stand frozen in place, holding his dagger in an awkward defensive stance, trying to block a level 1 formal martial artist.

He seemed completely unable to react and could only wait to die.

Another heavy punch landed squarely on Zuo Le's forehead.

The explosive force of the punch made Zuo Le's hair whistle; if he were to be hit, he would probably get his head blown off on the spot.

But Zuo Le's eyes remained fixed on Scarface's fist.

He calculated the distance precisely, and at the moment when the force of the punch almost blinded him, he suddenly launched his attack!

Walking in the Void

His figure appeared behind Scarface in an instant, all the void energy attached to the tip of the dagger, which he thrust straight at the back of the neck.

"what?"

Although Zuo Le's second attempt at walking through the void surprised Scarface, as a level 1 martial artist, he was able to sense the strong sense of danger behind him and the surrounding air currents, and immediately determined Zuo Le's location.

He didn't panic. Relying on his superior physical abilities, he turned his posture and swung his hand behind him.

Even if Zuo Le succeeds in this attack, it will result in mutual destruction.

But Zuo Le didn't stop. Just as the scarred fist was about to touch his temple, another fog rolled in!

Scarface's pupils contracted, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"Three times in a row?"

His speed, strength, and reaction time completely overwhelmed Zuo Le, yet he was still stabbed through the heart.

No matter how strong a martial artist's body is, or how well they can defend themselves with their qi, they cannot directly block the attack of the spirit-infused piercing technique.

"Yes, three times."

Zuo Le gripped the handle with both hands and twisted it with all his might, causing Scarface's heart to rupture on the spot.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Zuo Le immediately drew his sword and retreated, showing no intention of rushing forward to finish him off.

The feeling of exhausting one's spiritual energy was unpleasant, and Zuo Le stood still for a few seconds.

Rather than engaging in dangerous activities, he chose to reload on the spot, which was much safer than physically probing and finishing off the target.

He silently loaded the bullets and raised his gun at a distance.

bang bang bang...

He fired all six shots from a magazine, smashing Scarface's head to pieces, before walking toward the corpse.

Seeing the mess scattered all over the ground, Zuo Le squatted down with a hint of disgust.

After finding a wallet, a card, and a ledger on Scarface, Zuo Le dragged his body into the warehouse and placed it with several other corpses.

He didn't search particularly deliberately, but he still found more than 20,000 yuan.

He was holding a pack of blood-stained cigarettes and a lighter.

Zuo Le lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, loosened his collar, and looked down at his hand holding the knife.

His knuckles were white, his body was trembling slightly, and his stomach was churning.

He clenched his fists, swallowed hard, and forced down the trembling and discomfort.

He doesn't have much psychological burden, but physiological reactions and adrenaline feedback are unavoidable, which requires long-term training and adaptation.

He walked slowly toward the container.

The two tied-up girls remained huddled together.

When they saw Zuo Le arrive, their eyes, besides fear, showed a slight increase in hope compared to before.

Zuo Le walked up to the two women, smiled, put a cigarette in his mouth, and casually cut the ropes binding their hands and feet, ignoring the duct tape around their mouths.

The hands are untied; they'll tear it off themselves.

Tear!

With two slapping sounds of tape, several muffled heavy breaths came from behind.

Then, the two girls hurriedly thanked them.

"Thank you, thank you for saving us."

Zuo Le glanced at the two of them and pointed to the warehouse:

"Let's go sit in the lobby for a while."

"Ok."

Their compliance was not out of trust, but rather out of fear of the killer before them.

The fear reached its peak when they stepped into Warehouse No. 2, walking through blood-soaked corridors, overturned beer bottles, and corpses scattered everywhere.

Zuo Le sat imposingly in the center, then pointed to the opposite side:

"Hey."

The girls obediently sat opposite him, watching Zuo Le smoke cautiously, even though they couldn't quite stand the smell of smoke.

What are your names?

"Waaah, my name is Zhang Jing." Zhang Jing sobbed, unable to speak clearly, and kept trembling.

"Cheng Xinling." Cheng Xinling was relatively prettier; she was the one whose underwear Zuo Le had put on her.

Zuo Le nodded, momentarily at a loss for words, then took out the blood-stained pack of cigarettes from his pocket: