Apocalyptic Red Alert

"Hoo, hoo..."

The "glare" on Master Zhi's body seemed to have its own consciousness, as if it was breathing. (-_-) (-_-)

As the light gradually changed in strength, gusts of breeze also rose for no reason.

Seeing that Master Zhi was still "accumulating energy" for so long, Han Feng simply ran to the fence and leaned against it. With his arms folded, his eyes silently focused on Master Zhi.

About half a minute later...

Master Zhi slowly opened his eyes and looked at Han Feng, who was "idle" dozens of meters away. ✪

"Are you done?"

Han Feng was just about to yawn while speaking lazily...

"Sorry, I kept you waiting..."

Suddenly, when Master Zhi was speaking, the entire arena, the audience seats, and even the entire stadium! All of them heard the sound of heavenly sounds like Sanskrit.

This heavenly sound that surrounds everyone's ears is not an echo, nor is it a sound amplification technique...

It's strange... Master Zhi was muttering just a dozen meters in front of him, but every word could be clearly transmitted to every corner. Just like... Master Zhi whispered in his ear.

"This is fun..."

Han Feng stretched his body against the fence and stared at Master Zhi with interest.

"I'm sorry."

Master Zhi bowed again with his hands clasped together.

"Oh~ Don't bother! So many formalities, I see you are tired~"

Waving his hand, Han Feng stepped towards Master Zhi.

"Okay..."

Master Zhi whispered softly, like a breeze blowing on the face, like the first coolness after the rain.

"Huh! Whoosh!!!"

As soon as Master Zhi finished speaking, he turned into a red copper light and rushed towards Han Feng in an instant!

"Bang! Bang!!"

Han Feng was hit before he could react. He was hit in the chest and abdomen by fists!

"Bang... Bang! Boom..."

Han Feng flew backwards, his back hitting the iron fence, making a series of metal tearing sounds. Then, due to the effect of gravity... he fell to the ground again, sitting on the ground leaning against the iron fence in a daze.

"Cough!"

"Good... good, good speed..."

A mouthful of blood choked Han Feng's heart, which made Han Feng feel a little uncomfortable. But even so, Han Feng still raised his thumb and pointed at Master Zhi.

"It's my turn, it's my turn. Cough cough!"

"Hehe... bah!"

As he stood up, Han Feng coughed up blood and spit it on the ground.

Turning back to look at Master Zhi, he was standing in the middle of the ring, looking at Han Feng with a smile.

From Master Zhi's expression, Han Feng saw a "realm" that was neither sad nor happy, and even transcendent...

That's right! It's a realm! It's not a mood...

"I think you are at least a "high-end player" at the level of abbot."

Han Feng joked as he walked slowly towards Master Zhi.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!..."

Master Zhi didn't reply. Seeing that Han Feng could still fight after getting up, he turned into a red copper light again and rushed towards Han Feng.

"Swoosh!..."

The next moment, Han Feng, who was taking a step, also activated his speed superpower and disappeared on the spot.

"Bang!!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!!!!"

Different places on the square ring made different collision sounds. Hundreds of afterimages flashed in the battle area.

At this moment...the arena was almost covered with red copper...

When fighting with Master Zhi, Han Feng could feel that Master Zhi did not have any speed superpowers.

His speed...was completely due to the upper limit of his body. Although this speed looks the same as Han Feng's, it is still quite different in essence.

"Bang! Bang!!!"

After experiencing hundreds of collisions, the two figures appeared on two opposing planes.

"Hu...Hu..."

Han Feng stood there, panting, looking at Master Zhi.

At this time, Master Zhi's monk robe was shattered due to the collision. Only a few gray "cloth strips" were left on his body...

But because of this, Master Zhi exposed more skin, making the whole person more sacred.

"Buddha's Wrath Vajra."

Standing in place, Master Zhi slowly opened his mouth and uttered four words to introduce this body technique to Han Feng.

"Boy's Kung Fu? Iron Cloth Shirt? Golden Bell Cover?"

Due to the lack of religious knowledge...Han Feng could only force himself to find synonyms for the four words "Buddha's Wrath Vajra"...

"Hehe...Donor, you are joking. But, almost, almost."

As he spoke, Master Zhi always had a faint smile on his face.

Looking at this expression, Han Feng felt an indescribable "refreshing" feeling in his heart... just like blowing the cool air conditioner on a hot summer day.

"Haha~ You are so interesting, what you said..."

"Bang! Bang..."

Suddenly, a muffled sound behind and under his feet interrupted Han Feng's words.

Hearing this noise, Han Feng turned his eyes to look, not afraid of Master Zhi's "sneak attack" at all.

But the next second, when Han Feng saw the Snow Drinking Mad Knife lying on the ground, he was stunned!

Why did the knife fall? Did I not tie it well? ! This was Han Feng's subconscious thought.

The next moment, feeling a slight chill in his upper body, Han Feng turned his eyes to look at his upper body...

"My clothes..." Looking at the same rags of clothes, Han Feng was stunned...

On the ground, the leather armor scabbard produced by the system... was interrupted by Master Zhi unconsciously.

Then, the pain in the upper body slowly passed to the nerves.

"Hiss..."

Take a breath of cool air, feel the tingling pain, Han Feng's eyes began to change.

Pursing his lips, Han Feng put away his playful thoughts...

Bending down, Han Feng picked up the mad knife...

"Please use the weapon."

Seeing Han Feng holding the mad knife, Master Zhi said.

"I just picked it up, I don't plan to use it."

As he spoke, Han Feng walked to the edge of the ring with the knife, leaned the mad knife against the fence and put it on the ground.

Turning around, Han Feng took a deep breath...

This game... has just begun!

"It's hard to beat me if you don't use a weapon."

Seeing Han Feng's "annoyed" sigh, Master Zhi mistakenly thought that Han Feng was competitive and wanted to save face. So he refrained from using the mad knife...

Out of kindness, Master Zhi said this sentence, the purpose of which was to give Han Feng a "step down".

"If you still have the same speed as before, it's hard for you to beat me."

Han Feng ignored the "twists and turns" and responded with his chest raised.

"That's a big offense."

"Let's start, Master Zhi!"

"Huh!!!"

This time, Han Feng decided to attack first!

His feet swung rapidly, and his right fist was raised high!

When he was close to Master Zhi, Han Feng jumped up slightly and punched from top to bottom!

"Boom!!!"

A deafening muffled sound came! Master Zhi did not dodge this punch, but took it alive!

"Gulong...Gudong!"

Under the huge force, the red copper light on Master Zhi's body was very bright! But he failed to completely resist the remaining residual force.

Under the bombardment of the remaining force, Master Zhi rolled back several times.

But when Master Zhi was about to touch the fence, an unexpected scene appeared!

Master Zhi propped up the ground with his arms, and each hand only used two fingers to insert into the ground, stopping his backward body!

"Fuck!!! This is the Vajra Finger!!!"

Although Han Feng lacked religious knowledge, he had watched some martial arts dramas and still guessed this kind of martial arts out of thin air...

"Hmph! Huh..."

Dozens of meters away, Master Zhi, who was standing upside down on the ground, groaned, flipped his arms and stood up steadily on the ground.

Looking at Master Zhi's expression that never changed, Han Feng frowned slightly...

I know the strength of my punch just now... It's more than enough to kill a level 4 zombie!

With the super-high speed gain, this punch is so terrifying!