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"Pfft!"

Gao Xiaowen's short blade pierced out, accurately hitting the opponent's chest.

She felt as if her knife had pierced through leather, its sharp blade completely entering the Ghost-Masked Man's left chest, leaving only the handle.

"Success …"

Han Ruolin thought excitedly.

Just as Gao Xiaowen pulled out her blade, the Ghost-Masked Man kicked out at her.

With her nimble movements, Gao Xiaowen somersaulted in the air and dodged the attack.

Gao Xiaowen was surprised to find that there were no traces of blood on the blade of her short blade.

Following that, the Ghost-Masked Man snorted dully, and used both hands to break Ye Zheng's arms.

Ye Zheng was shocked: This fellow's neck had been strangled for more than ten seconds, and there was even a stab in his chest, but his stamina seemed to not be affected at all.

He raised his head, and shouted to Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin: "Let's go, I'll take care of him!"

"Let's go together!"

Gao Xiaowen bit her lips, her face turning white.

"You can't deal with him."

Ye Zheng said with a wry smile on his face, "This guy is not human."

"What?"

Han Ruolin was a little shocked.

"Let's go!"

Ye Zheng's voice carried an irrefutable authority.

Gao Xiaowen nodded at him, pulled Han Ruolin and in a flash, they disappeared from the end of the corridor.

Watching Gao Xiaowen leave, the Ghost-Masked Man seemed somewhat agitated as he panted heavily. He struggled with all his might to get rid of Ye Zheng's arms and threw him far away.

Ye Zheng's body flew out, both of his feet pushed against the wall and stood steadily.

"ChiYan?"

The ghost-masked man suddenly spoke slowly.

"Who are you?"

Ye Zheng asked loudly.

"You're not dead?"

The ghost-masked man seemed to be creaking.

His laughter was dry and hoarse. "We have exchanged blows in the Northwest Wasteland … How are your men? "

Northwest Wasteland... Ghastly Shadow... Five dead "Scarlet Flames"

Comrades … Ye Zheng's heart suddenly sank, as if he had sunk into the ice-cold lake.

That year, Ye Zheng brought five of his teammates to the northwest border to carry out an ambush mission for the armed elements.

At first, the mission went smoothly, but in the end, they were attacked by mysterious assassins.

Ye Zheng had fought with the mysterious attacker before, the opponent's speed was something that humans could not catch up to.

Ye Zheng tried his best and still met with defeat. His subordinates were completely annihilated.

This matter was the turning point of Ye Zheng's career, and was also the beginning of all the stories.

Ye Zheng couldn't remember the other party's face, but he couldn't mistake this kind of cold Qi.

The Commander Tang had secretly communicated with him before, "Scarlet Flame".

It was very likely that the items used by the special forces were the super soldiers that had been modified by the external forces' serum.

"If that's the case, then everything makes sense …" "Dark Blade."

The organization had attacked Dr. Mu Rong Cheng's laboratory, but they had not managed to obtain all the information they needed for the blood serum.

Within a few years, they created the "Super Soldier" with immature information.

But obviously, this "product"

It wasn't perfect, so they had been constantly searching for Mu Rong Cheng's daughter, Murong Xue. They wanted to find out more about the blood serum through her.

That nightmarish night, Murong Xue escaped and became Gao Xiaowen.

She hadn't given up the hunt for her father's murderer.

Behind her, there was also the support from the mysterious organization.

Ye Zheng represented the power of the military.

"Dark Blade!"

Put this immature "product"

In actual combat, the target was actually the famous "Scarlet Flame".

Special forces.

If that was the case, Ye Zheng's hatred towards them was deeper than the ocean.

However, what surprised Ye Zheng was that the assassin who was extremely nimble back then had now turned into a masked, armored person.

Ye Zheng's mind raced: If this transformed "Super Soldier" …

If it wasn't perfect, then there must be a way to defeat him.

Behind the mask, the ghost-masked man's voice was intermittent, hoarse and unpleasant to hear. "Your life force is really tenacious …"

"You are a transformed soldier!"

Ye Zheng asked.

"I... Not a soldier. I walk in the world of yin and yang... "I don't know what I am either …"

The ghost-masked man's voice was dry and hoarse.

"We have a lot of accounts to settle."

Ye Zheng's voice was cold and serious.

He took a fighting stance and prepared to attack. "You are a lot slower."

"See my armor?"

The Ghost-Masked Man laughed softly, "This Ghost-Masked Man is specially made. "In order to limit my speed …"

"Take off your armor and fight me with everything you have."

Ye Zheng said.

"To deal with you?" "There's no need to..."

The Ghost-Masked Man sneered disdainfully.

Ye Zheng glided forward and used his fist to attack the Ghost-Masked Man's face.

The Ghost-faced man blocked Ye Zheng's attack and counterattacked.

The hatred in Ye Zheng's heart had reached its peak, but he did not wildly attack.

More than half of the moves were for defense.

He knew that the enemy in front of him was an unprecedented enemy. If he wasn't careful in a single move, not only would he lose all hope in taking revenge, he would also lose his life here.

"You are also much slower than that time in the Wasteland."

The ghost-masked man mocked.

Ye Zheng did not move, he focused on the battle.

His actions were very small, his fists and legs striking out, immediately retracting back into a defensive posture.

The Ghost-Masked Man had revealed flaws on several occasions, attempting to lure Ye Zheng into falling for it and seeking for an opportunity to counterattack, but to no avail.

At this moment, the Ghost-Masked Man's breathing gradually quickened, as if he had run two marathons.

To fight with heavy armor was itself a heavy burden.

Ye Zheng was waiting for an opportunity!

After a few more exchanges, the Ghost-Masked Man was clearly a bit impatient and wanted to finish the battle as soon as possible.

Ye Zheng lowered his head and dodged. A short and powerful punch struck his opponent's left rib.

"Ugh …"

The Ghost-Masked Man let out a low snort.

Ye Zheng was overjoyed in his heart: His attack was effective!

After all, this fellow wasn't an iron arm or a bronze head!

As long as he was of flesh and blood, he would be able to subdue his opponent!

Ye Zheng's fist techniques had opened up the situation, and he could not afford to lose.

After a vicious elbow, followed by a continuous series of kicks with both legs.

The Ghost-Masked Man retreated step by step, his steps staggering.

"You're finished!"

Ye Zheng shouted.

Kneeling, punching, kicking, in a few seconds, Ye Zheng had killed the Ghost-Masked Man more than ten times.

In the end, the Ghost-Masked Man gave a low grunt and knelt down on one knee.

Ye Zheng used all his strength to sweep his leg, and kicked his opponent in the face.

"Pa!"

With a "shatter" sound, the sinister mask shattered into pieces, revealing the true appearance of the opponent.

Ye Zheng was stunned!

The face beneath the mask was even more terrifying than the mask itself: it was as if it had been burned by flames, its muscles twisted, scars and ravines everywhere, making it hard to look at. Only a pair of eyes shining with flames could prove that the face's owner was still alive.

"Serum side effects."

The Ghost-Masked Man let out a weird laugh and suddenly grabbed Ye Zheng's left ankle.