Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin actually stepped on Aopiyin's neck, penetrating part of his chest.

How much power does this require?

The martial artists below the stage looked horrified.

To be honest, as soon as Opiyin started to fight, they realized that although this foreigner was strong, his fighting skills were very poor. He was the kind of person who relied on his good hardware but was both novice and playful.

But Zhao Chuanxin killed him with one punch, and what followed was a one-sided massacre, which was exaggerated.

Zhao Chuanxin did not defend but only attacked. Facing a heavy punch from the beast-like Opiyin, his body did not even shake. This showed his absolute confidence in his physical fitness and strength.

Besides, Opiein is powerful, right?

But Zhao Chuanxin was able to kick his neck into his chest with one kick. This would have to break the spine inside the body and dislocate the skin and flesh. How much force would that require?

There were many masters present, but all the martial artists understood that they were no match for Zhao Chuanxin.

If it was a mortal enemy, I'm afraid no one would be able to leave a complete body.

It's fucking scary!

Could this be the god of death that came down from the battlefield?

That’s not all. After Zhao Chuanxin landed, he raised his leg and did a sweeping kick.

Aopiyin's body was swept three meters away and slid another meter on the ground.

One hundred percent dead.

Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and hooked his finger at the pale Oliver Burton below the ring: "It's your turn."

Oliver Burton stepped back and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. I never said the Sick Man of East Asia. That was said by Opiein alone."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Life is a battleground everywhere, so fighting is a fight wherever it is."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, turned 360 degrees in the air, and landed lightly in front of Oliver Burton on the stage.

The audience in the front row exclaimed.

Although Oliver Burton was scared to death, he saw that he had no way to retreat and Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hands, so he made up his mind and was about to draw his sword.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg, kicked lightly, and then used his toes to press against the hilt of the sword in Oliver Burton's hand.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The martial arts group stood up in shock.

This Oliver Burton drew his sword very quickly, and then within two steps, he couldn't even draw the sword.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, took a step back, and allowed Oliver Burton to draw his sword calmly.

On the other side, Li Shuwen saw that Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hand, so he wanted to give him his spear.

But Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Sword."

A black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This is a black soft gold alloy sword that Xingyue had just "grown" for him last night.

This scene is somewhat cool.

Oliver Burton saw that even his advantage in weapons was gone, and now all he had left was a do-or-die battle.

His face was as pale as water, and he raised his sword in front of him, wanting to fight with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin put his black sword on it.

Oliver Burton took the initiative to stir his sword and thrust forward.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist and flicked the sword upwards.

Zhao Chuanxin's black soft gold alloy sword is different from the previous eight-edged Han sword. This sword is tough.

Before Oliver Burton could make another move, Zhao Chuanxin put his left hand behind his back, swung his right hand, and struck the sword horizontally.

Oliver Burton tried to intercept, but Zhao Chuanxin was too fast.

laugh.

Oliver Burton had a two-centimeter-long cut on his forearm and blood was gushing out.

But he was highly focused and did not feel any pain.

Western swordsmanship, fast and continuous attack, Oliver Burton quickly attacked Zhao Chuanxin's lower body.

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand behind his back, took a light step, and turned his wrist to block.

Horizontal slash.

laugh.

The method was obviously very ordinary, but Oliver Burton just couldn't avoid it.

It’s not that his swordsmanship is not good enough, but that Zhao Chuanxin’s movements are too fast.

It was too late to intercept.

This sword cut a two-centimeter-long cut in Oliver Burton's abdomen.

This time he felt pain, but the surge of adrenaline numbed the pain.

This made him angry. He had won many competitions in Europe and few people could hurt him.

This caused him to move violently, and when he swung the sword horizontally, his arm was raised too high, and the tip of the sword could not reach Zhao Chuanxin at all.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the corner of his mouth, without moving, and waited for the tip of the sword to pass in front of him. Then he suddenly drew his sword and tapped Oliver Burton's popliteal fossa.

chi...

"what……"

On the side of the martial arts group, Li Shuwen was shocked and said, "Not dodging or avoiding, how audacious!"

Sun Lutang said: "Mr. Zhao deliberately avoided the vital parts and only made small cuts. He was going to torture Aolifo to death..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

In the arena of life and death, you can win but you are not in a hurry to win, and you use a blunt knife to cut your opponent. Is this something a carbon-based creature can do?

Furthermore, Oliver Burton's swordplay was fierce, fast, and dense. Even those among them who were proficient in swordsmanship might not be his match.

But Zhao Chuanxin was strong enough to play tricks on his opponent.

It's so terrifying...

As he spoke, Oliver Burton already had more than ten small wounds on his body, each one was two centimeters long, almost the same size, and bleeding, but not too much.

The scene was already boiling.

"God of War, God of War, God of War..."

This sound made Oliver Burton even more uneasy.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the audience and said, "Shh, give them some room to perform. Be polite and don't make loud noises."

Many people in the audience sneered.

Oliver Burton looked at the audience, then at Zhao Chuanxin, feeling afraid, ashamed and angry.

Furious, he stabbed three times in a row.

Zhao Chuanxin calmly drew his sword and then stretched out his arm.

Someone from the martial arts group exclaimed, "This is the thrusting sword technique from the Qi family's eight sword techniques. Because the Qi family sword is longer than the Japanese pirates' swords, when fighting with the Japanese pirates, they can gain an advantage with just one palm's length longer. And Mr. Zhao's sword is longer than that of Olifur..."

Sure enough, after one sword strike, a red dot appeared on Oliver Burton's chest.

Zhang Zhankui was amazed: "It is worthy of being a red spot in the Central Plains."

Oliver Burton broke out in a cold sweat.

I was almost chilled to the bone.

He was in the middle of the situation and couldn't see through Zhao Chuanxin's intentions. He thought that Zhao Chuanxin was simply slightly stronger than him and happened to be able to hurt him every time.

At this time, it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to attack.

Oliver Burton made three consecutive straight thrusts, and Zhao Chuanxin made three consecutive horizontal strikes.

Clang clang clang.

Oliver Burton's sword hand was numb from the shock.

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared in front of him, without using the sword, and pulled back with his left fist.

Snapped.

Oliver Burton was hit hard on the face by the back punch, and his head was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his sword, and flicked the middle finger of his right hand towards Oliver Burton's wrist.