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The leg of the black-clothed man in front of him had been struck by his companion's gun. Wu Dong pulled him up and blocked his path.

He saw Xiao Wen, as well as the strong man behind her.

He recognised this person, and the sturdy man also recognized Wu Dong.

This strong man's name was Zhao Shilong, and he had a life and death battle with Wu Dong.

It was still in New Port City, and the two had a huge battle in front of Li Ziruo's home. Wu Dong was injured, but because of an instinctive reaction to life and death, he was able to advance from the first level of the mental state to the second level.

Speaking of which, he should be thanking this Zhao Shilong.

However, Zhao Shilong did not think so.

At that time, Wu Dong's attack was rather heavy, adding the injuries on Zhao Shilong's body, he practically crippled Zhao Shilong.

Who would have thought that they would meet again here.

At this time, Zhao Shilong's face was red, his aura overbearing, not only were the injuries on his body completely healed, there seemed to be another opportunity, and his martial power had surpassed the peak of his previous life.

"So it's you!"

Zhao Shilong was both surprised and happy, he had wanted Wu Dong to take revenge a long time ago.

"It's you?"

Wu Dong did not take it to heart, as he was a defeated general who was not worth much, "Who is your boss?"

Zhao Shilong pushed Xiao Wen towards the other black-clothed men: "You guys go first, leave this brat to me."

The man in black understood and left with Xiao Wen.

Wu Dong wanted to chase after him, but Zhao Shilong blocked his line of sight.

He spread out his hands, indicating that he had no weapon on him. "Let's exchange a few more moves. If you can beat me, I won't stop you."

Wu Dong didn't want to get entangled with Zhao Shilong.

However, it seemed that Zhao Shilong had to fight, "Didn't you want to ask me who the boss is? As long as you defeat me, I will tell you. "

Today, they had to fight.

Wu Dong released the black clothed man in front of him.

The injured man staggered after his companion.

Xiao Wen was dragged into the elevator by the man in black.

Wu Dong took off his jacket and threw it to the side, he rolled up his sleeves, one of his arms was already dyed red with blood.

Zhao Shilong curled his neck and extended his fists in an offensive posture.

Wu Dong was anxious to chase after Xiao Wen, he couldn't wait to make the first move.

He threw a punch, but it was a feint.

At the same time his fist was pushed away by Zhao Shilong, he kicked and rushed towards Zhao Shilong's knee.

Zhao Shilong's right hand quickly reached down and blocked Wu Dong's flying leg.

Wu Dong was pushed one step back.

Zhao Shilong patted the dirt on his body, and laughed coldly: "You only know these few moves."

Wu Dong realized that the power in his hands was extremely strong and was actually around forty to fifty percent of the strength of the extreme yang energy. Adding his body's advantage, he was able to effortlessly block Wu Dong's attack just now.

Wu Dong said: "These few moves are enough."

He rushed forward once again, one of his legs quickly shooting out, his calves, knees, and waist were all targets.

Zhao Shilong reacted even faster, every kick had been blocked by him, and both of his arms seemed to possess an endless amount of power.

Wu Dong was unable to get rid of him, and gradually became impatient, kicking out a dozen more useless footprints from Zhao Shilong's body. When the opportunity presented itself, Wu Dong suddenly struck out with his palm, and like last time, Zhao Shilong would become a cripple on the ground.

However, something unbelievable happened. Zhao Shilong clearly had no time to defend himself, but at the moment Wu Dong's palm was about to land on his neck, Zhao Shilong's arm suddenly moved like a ghost to's hand.

Wu Dong was shocked, but Zhao Shilong actually let out a smile like a death god. He grabbed Wu Dong's other arm that was injured, and threw him hard towards the door.

Wu Dong seemed to have lost his center of gravity, like a person who was about to fall from a tall building.

He crashed to the ground, his back solidly hitting the ground.

He felt a sweet sensation on his throat. He was so shocked that his internal organs were injured. He then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Is that all?"

Zhao Shilong stretched his arm, and felt that it had become numb from Wu Dong's attack, so he waved his hand and continued: "Again!"

Wu Dong wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and stood up.

He looked at Zhao Shilong, the doubt in his heart growing.

Zhao Shilong's attack power already far surpassed the power that a extreme yang energy would have at the fourth or fifth level.

As if seeing through his doubt, Zhao Shilong took out a thin and long syringe from his pocket.

He patted his arm and stuck the needle in.

As he pushed the mysterious liquid into his blood vessels, he endured the extreme pain and said to Wu Dong: "I know you're very strong, but today, the time of your death has arrived."

He pulled the needle out. He threw it aside and continued, "Boss told me that as long as I have one needle, I will have the power of the 9th level of the Zephyr Yang. I've always been curious about what would happen if I had two. "One thing is certain. You will die a horrible death."

While he was speaking, his muscles started to swell at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Zhao Shilong's face turned blood-red, both of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he could explode at any time.

He painfully curled up his body, his fist striking the ground, causing it to shake.

Zhao Shilong raised his head again, revealing a face that was as terrifying as a monster.

His clothes were torn, and his entire body expanded by more than a fold, turning him into a genuine monster.

Zhao Shilong roared like a lion, his entire being was like a cannonball as he flew towards Wu Dong.

Wu Dong jumped to the side, causing him to be unable to retract his steps, and slammed his head into the pillar.

He was shaken until there was dust on his head, he shook his head, then stared at Wu Dong with his red eyes.

Wu Dong was too busy dodging to attack.

But after Zhao Shilong pounced a few times in succession, Wu Dong also realized that Zhao Shilong's strength was just too great and had already exceeded his control.

This might be an opportunity.

Wu Dong tried to find an opening to attack while dodging.

After a few rounds, he finally found Zhao Shilong's weak point. Using all of his strength, he struck a punch accurately at Zhao Shilong's temple.

This was also Wu Dong's final killing move.

Zhao Shilong's huge head was struck so hard that it tilted, and the muscles on his face contorted and deformed in an instant.

But when he took the punch head on, just as Wu Dong was giving his all to fight to the death, his big hands also reached towards Wu Dong's body.

Wu Dong originally had a chance to dodge it, but due to the wounds on his body, he was unable to do so.

Zhao Shilong grabbed Wu Dong's waist, grabbed him up, and then smashed his head heavily against Wu Dong's chest.

This collision was like a large round iron ball hitting his body.

Wu Dong felt his ribs deform, the huge pressure caused his lungs to hurt, and then he vomited a large mouthful of blood on Zhao Shilong's head.

With this collision, Wu Dong felt like his internal organs were about to be crushed by Zhao Shilong.

Blood flowed down from Zhao Shilong's head and into his eyes.

But Zhao Shilong did not even blink his eyes. His originally vicious bloody eyes had turned blood-red.

He was punched by Wu Dong just now, and at the same time that he grabbed Wu Dong, he was also blinded.

Wu Dong stomped his feet on Zhao Shilong's chest, wanting to break free from his imprisonment.

However, Zhao Shilong had gradually lost his reason. Grabbing Wu Dong was like grabbing a rag doll as he desperately smashed it, wanting to break it.

Wu Dong's head was flung upwards, smashing against the glass wall, producing a dull sound. A crack appeared on the reinforced glass, but it did not shatter.

His head was cracked, and blood smeared a glass.

Just like Zhao Shilong had said, at this rate, Wu Dong would die a horrible death.

When he tried to grab Zhao Shilong's wrist, Zhao Shilong did not dodge at all.

When Wu Dong held onto Zhao Shilong's pulse, he could not help but be shocked. His vital energy and blood was already in complete disorder, a powerful medicinal energy reversed the meridian in his body, digging out all the energy in the depths of Zhao Shilong's life and gathering it outside his body.