Chapter 18: You're Too Weak!

  Zhang Feng single-handedly overturned the spear, and in the eyes of everyone, he was already an invincible existence!

  One person can challenge your spear, and you still have the face to be in the camp where everyone is smaller than you, this is simply a joke.

  The old man's roar was taken as a last resort, and also the old man's last straw.

  "Old man, I've said it before, your people are no good. No need for me to take action, they'll all be dead anyway?" From the last tent, a slightly sharp voice rang out, and then a warrior wearing a suit of honor walked out.

  In other people's eyes, this person should be Wu Dazhong, who may also have come out to die.

  However, in Wu Dazhong's hand, the battle knife was silent, staring at this battle knife that emitted golden light all over.

  "Golden equipment, it's actually golden equipment!"

  "This, how is this possible? Our camp actually has golden equipment?"

  “……”

  People can't believe their eyes at what they're seeing.

  Wu Dazhong walked out, looking at Zhang Feng with disdain: "You are Qinglong. Not bad, quite powerful, but I advise you to surrender obediently. Your contract is merged with the dagger, and these miscellaneous people who died can be considered dead, nothing."

  Zhang Feng looked at Wu Dazhong and said: "Are you a man of the dagger?"

  "Not bad, I'm the Bayonet person. But I'm not those dead trash, I'm someone you can't mess with. If your combat power doesn't even reach 7,000, then admit defeat and bring your Covenant to join Bayonet, otherwise, your Covenant Qinglong will be a dead dragon today."

  Wu Dazhong was overbearing and contemptuous in his tone, even stretching out a finger to gently wave it back and forth in front of his face, shaking his head.

  Zhang Feng sensed that something was off. Wu Dazhong was so arrogant and overbearing, he wouldn't be the type to suppress his strength and pretend to be weak.

  If he had always been on the secondary battlefield, he would have probably become famous long ago.

  Zhang Feng had a feeling that Wu Dazhong was probably from somewhere else.

  The source of the secondary battlefield was not killed, where did he come from?

  Is it really...

  Zhang Feng's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he exclaimed in shock: "Is it possible for someone to come over from another battlefield?"

  "Seven, seven thousand!"

  "Am I hearing this right? Heaven, 7,000 combat strength, could it be that this person is the number one in the camp?"

  “……”

  The four of them gasped in surprise, looking at Wu Dazhong with a frightened expression.

  Seven thousand troops, will Qing Long go?

  If Qing Long loses, who else in this camp can resist the bayonet!

  Everyone's eyes were focused on Qing Long at this moment, their hearts racing with anticipation as they waited for his answer.

  "Seven thousand?" Zhang Feng was also slightly surprised. He had already experienced a series of strange encounters, and that's how he got his eight thousand battle strength. This Wu Dazhong actually had seven thousand battle strength too, did he have some special talent or experience?

  "Are you surprised? Kneel down and admit your mistake, I'll spare your life." Wu Dazhong nodded with his chin towards the ground.

  Zhang Feng slightly sneered, imitating Wu Dazhong by extending a finger in front of his eyes and lightly shaking it while shaking his head: "Only 7,000 combat power? If that's the case, then you'll die too, you're too weak!"

  "Ah!"

  It's sensational! It's sensational! Nobody dares to believe what they heard.

  Seven thousand combat strength is still weak, just how strong is this Qing Long?

  "No, it can't be eight thousand?" someone said, their voice trembling.

  This is actually throwing off the number one master of the rankings by more than 3,000 combat power.

  "What? You dare to say I'm too weak." Wu Dazhong didn't expect Qinglong to hear that he had 7,000 battle strength and still dared to look down on him. He couldn't help but get angry and attack, "Let's see if you really have the skills."

  The war knife chopped out a piece of golden light.

  Zhang Feng raised his hand and used his shield to deflect Wu Dazhong's knife.

  Bang!

  The sword and shield collided, Wu Dazhong retreated several steps in a row.

  The sound waves generated by the metal impact spread out, and a wave of air blew outward in all directions from under the feet of the two.

  Zhang Feng took a big step back, and the two men's strength was about even.

  But Zhang Feng had a slight advantage.

  "You—" Wu Dazhong's expression was grave this time, he hadn't expected the Alliance's Qinglong to actually have 7,000 combat strength. Moreover, with just one move, it seemed to surpass him by a bit.

  Zhang Feng disdainfully shook his head and said, "I've told you before, you're too weak! With 7,000 combat power, you dare to shout in front of me? Today, I'll let you see what use your 7,000 combat power is against me!"

  Zhang Feng's voice grew louder and louder, finally becoming a stern shout.

  The last word escaped, Zhang Feng's eyes under his helmet shot out two white lights that pierced directly into Wu Dazhong's eyes.

  Staring can cause the opponent to have a 0.3-second neural pause.

  In 0.3 seconds, Zhang Feng can shoot out three guns.

  Ke Zhang Feng did not do so.

  Ordinary gunfire would definitely have no effect on Wu Dazhong.

  With a 0.3-second pause, Zhang Feng's long spear suddenly shot out, bringing with it a whistling sound as it struck Wu Dazhi's helmet.

  Bang!

  A drum-like dull thud, Wu Dazhong was sucked up and flew into the air, then heavily crashed into the wall behind him, with more than half of his body embedded in the concrete.

  Knockout!

  Zhang Feng was not prepared to hold back, and his first move was a skill attack.

  Even if Wu Dazhong was stronger, he would probably still be dizzy for two seconds.

  Two seconds was enough time for him to launch at least three rounds of attacks.

  Zhang Feng rushed forward with a single arrow step and unexpectedly saw Wu Dazhong's body shake, walking out of the concrete.

  "Didn't you faint?" Zhang Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, seeing for the first time a situation where his skill was ineffective.

  Wu Dazhong lightly shook his head and laughed maniacally: "Qing Long, be shocked! I will make you die of shock! Until now, no one has ever been able to break through my defense. My talent will become your nightmare. Today, I will kill you Qing Long, and the dagger will rule this camp."

  Wu Dazhong let out a loud laugh and with a swift motion of his hand, he chopped down with his knife.

  Fūjin Zan!

  With a golden weapon, the knife light is longer and more terrifying. The most frightening thing is that this knife splits into three, which means that the knife light of three wind-cutting knives slashes towards Zhang Feng at the same time.

  Three sword lights almost simultaneously arrived at Zhang Feng's head.

  Zhang Feng unhesitatingly pushed open the sacred domain's wall, three knife lights chopping at it and crumbling in succession.

  "What defense?" Wu Dazhong sneered, "In front of me, all your defenses are nothing but trash. Today, everyone in the camp is here, and I'll let you see my prowess. After Qinglong's death, all of you who refuse to submit will die."

  Wu Dazhong shouted loudly and swung his hand again, unleashing another Wind Splitting Slash.

  Bang!

  The sword light shattered!

  Wu Dazhong struck again, another move of Splitting Wind Slash!

  No cooldown time, no restrictions whatsoever, Wu Dazhong unleashed seven consecutive Wind Slashing Strikes.

  Wu Dazhong saw that the light shield could not be split open, and instead of getting angry, he smiled and said: "Qinglong, you might as well call it a turtle dragon. Hiding in a turtle shell, do you think you can hide for a lifetime?"

  A slash of wind-splitting sword, a burst of light shield rumbling loudly, yet unable to break through.

  The onlookers' faces have turned extremely pale.

  Wind slash with no cooldown, triple attack of 7,000 combat power, and still non-stop attacks, can Qing Long withstand it?

  Zhang Feng stood in the light shield, watching Wu Dazhong's repeated attacks, and was also somewhat surprised.

  But this did not shock his heart.

  Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, put away the insect magic gun and replaced it with a war knife. He sneered: "Wu Dazhong, you think you are invincible in the world, but I will let you know that you are still too weak."

  "What? Weak?" Wu Dazhong saw Zhang Feng shrinking in his shell, and he actually said he was weak. His voice changed tone and shouted: "Qinglong, get out! Let me see who is weaker between you and me. I want to chop you up with a crack of wind and cut you into a hundred pieces!"

  "I say you're weak, and you are. Your 7,000 battle strength dares to shout in front of me?" Zhang Feng shook his war sword and roared in a deep voice: "Today, I'll let you see what it's like under my 8,000 battle strength - what does your 7,000 amount to!"

  As soon as Zhang Feng's words came out, the people around him were shocked, stunned and dazed!

  They thought they had misheard, but it was clearly heard from Zhang Feng's own mouth.

  Even Wu Dazhong's face changed drastically.

  Eight thousand, the combat strength of Qing Long is actually eight thousand!

  "Eight thousand!"

  "Eight, eight thousand!"

  "How can Qing Long be so powerful." The old man with a dagger looked dazed, realizing that he had unintentionally provoked someone who should not be provoked.

  "Eight thousand battle power, he's not just first in the camp now!" More people couldn't believe their ears.

  Wu Dazhong shouted out seven thousand, which was already their limit. But the eight thousand combat strength of Qinglong was simply heaven-defying!

  With an additional thousand troops, Wu Da Zhong was directly trampled underfoot.

  Wu Dazhong was first shocked, then his expression turned extremely gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Eight thousand, what's the big deal about eight thousand? Today I will cut you down here. Combat power is just an assessment, but human determination can overcome heaven."

  Bang!

  The 15 seconds are up.

  The holy domain is transformed into starlight.

  "Then let me make it clear that in front of my 8,000-strong army, you are nothing but an ant!" Zhang Feng also took action.

  He raised his hand and with the same Wind Splitting Slash, tripled in power, 4485 kilograms of force came crashing down like a great mountain, chopping towards Wu Dazhong.

  Boom!

  Two blades of light collided with each other, and the air that was shaken produced a crack, and the shockwave swept in all directions.

  Zhang Feng's power is stronger, and his Wind Slashing Slash surpasses Wu Dazhong's Wind Slashing Slash.

  A powerful force collided with the knife light, cutting straight into Wu Dazhong's body, sending him flying again and crashing into the concrete wall.

  Wu Dazhong's expression was shocked, calculating the time, Qinglong's Lie Feng Zhan still had ten minutes of cooldown, how could it be possible to use it again now.

  Zhang Feng struck with one blow, and the person stuck to it. The war knife was replaced with a worm demon gun, and the heavy gun head was pressed against Wu Dazhong's helmet, pressing Wu Dazhong's skull completely into the concrete.

  Still no dizziness.

  Wu Dazhong lifted his head from the concrete and burst out laughing: "Zhang Feng, your attacks will never be effective. In front of my innate Sharp Spike Shield, all your attacks are invalid."

  "Even without dizziness, I'll still fight!" Zhang Feng's eyebrows inverted, coldly shouting, raised his shield and struck Wu Dazhong's body.

  Shield Strike!

  A powerful force pushed Wu Dazhong another foot into the concrete, embedding him entirely.

  Wu Dazhong's suit of honor on his body began to protrude with a row of sharp thorns.

  Wu Dazhong burst out laughing, trying to move his body out of the concrete, but Zhang Feng's six consecutive shots, with a heavy blow, sent Wu Dazhong back in again.

  The spikes on Wu Dazhong's Glory Set are longer.

  "Bring it on, bring it on! You'll never get to wear my armor. Your attacks will only make the spikes on my armor longer, until your skills are exhausted, and that's when you'll meet your end."

  "I told you, you're too weak. What's the use of having a spiked shield? Today, I'll shatter your spiked shield along with you!" Zhang Feng didn't stop his hands, six shots followed by a fierce charge.

  If this sharp spear shield is really unbreakable, then where did Wu Dazhong's seven thousand combat power come from? It's likely that he has more than ten thousand combat power.

  With only 7,000 troops, this pike shield must be broken.

  If you don't know the weakness, then just attack strongly, even steel can be pierced through!

  Boom!

  Brute force!

  Immediately afterwards, six more shots were fired, this time consecutively bursting out twice, causing the thorns on Wu Dazhong's Glory suit to grow as long as a foot.

  Wu Dazhong was still laughing wildly.

  "Boom!"

  War tramples!

  Zhang Feng stamped his foot, and Wu Dazhong stopped smiling.

  The sharp shield had absorbed a total amount of it. He thought that after Zhang Feng's skill was used up, his counterattack would be the end of the battle.

  Wu Zhongtian did not expect Zhang Feng's skills to be so numerous, one after another, a non-stop combo.

  The total absorption of Spiky Shield has exceeded half!

  Boom!

  Intense flames struck, and the ground burst forth with sparks as if even the earth itself was about to be set ablaze.

  "Stop, stop it! Don't, don't hit anymore." Wu Dazhong was scared.

  Boom!

  Critical hit!

  Three guns, triple attack power.

  Three guns connected, a blow of over 10,000 catties can sweep away all people in the camp.

  The first shot, Wu Dazhong's armor on the thorn again swelled half a foot!

  The second shot, Wu Dazhong's armor suddenly emitted a faint cracking sound.

  "No." Wu Dazhong couldn't believe it, the sharp shield was about to break.

  Due to continuous attacks, Spike Shield has reached its limit.

  The Third Shot

  "Crack!"

  After absorbing at least 35,000 pounds of force, the spike shield shattered and the armor also shattered.

  "You're too weak!" Zhang Feng disdainfully spat out three words, his long spear thrust straight at Wu Dazhong's chest!