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Chapter 406 - 407: The Killing Blow_1

Chapter 406: Chapter 407: The Killing Blow_1

However, Li Changlin clearly wouldn’t resort to dodging or dissolving the attack.

Zhao Zhiyong was ruthless and brutal, he had to give him a profound lesson.

In this way, he could also greatly relieve the hatred in his heart.

Therefore, Li Changlin opted for the most direct method of counter-attack, which was to meet force with force!

Whoosh!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Changlin finally made his move.

He slowly raised his right hand and, facing Zhao Zhiyong’s eagle claw, struck it fiercely.

Li Changlin threw a punch and hit Zhao Zhiyong’s eagle claw directly.

Instantly, fist and eagle claw collided violently, producing a dull sound, Zhao Zhiyong’s face showing disdain, thinking that this brat was truly arrogant to dare collide fists with him, it was simply a death wish.

You should know, Zhao Zhiyong was not just at the Late Stage of Dark Energy that simple.

His body, having undergone rigorous training, possessed a strength unimaginable to ordinary people.

So, watching Li Changlin’s fist strike his eagle claw, far from being afraid, Zhao Zhiyong’s face even revealed a hint of a cold smile.

"If you seek death that much, then I will grant your wish," Zhao Zhiyong thought coldly, immediately stirring the Dark Energy within his body and slamming it towards Li Changlin’s fist.

But before Zhao Zhiyong’s cold smile had completely faded, he felt an overwhelming force emanating from Li Changlin’s fist.

Then, this force penetrated through Zhao Zhiyong’s eagle claw and into his arm.

"How is this possible!" a tremor went through Zhao Zhiyong’s heart, as he felt the strength in his arm being suppressed by the opponent in an instant.

And then, the force that invaded his arm exploded violently, as if his arm had been struck by a heavy blow.

"Ah!" Zhao Zhiyong let out a sudden scream.

It was an immense pain, beyond human endurance.

He staggered back, his face turning utterly pale, his eyes showing fear and resentment.

"Yong brother!"

"Big brother."

"Zhao Shaoxia!"

Xu Qishui and two other members of the Zhao Family were all shocked by this scene.

Even the customers in the restaurant, along with the staff, including Xu Hongda, were stunned in this moment.

For at this time, Zhao Zhiyong was still retreating continuously.

With each step he retreated, the floor tiles under his feet were crushed to pieces, as if trampled by a wild beast gone mad.

Dust flew up in the path of his retreat, front and back, covering him in grime.

The scene was too shocking, like a martial arts movie playing out right there.

Even computer-generated effects couldn’t be this astonishing.

Was this still human strength? What kind of immense power was needed to crush floor tiles with one stamp?

In the eyes of ordinary people, Zhao Zhiyong’s actions had completely surpassed their understanding.

Could he be Superman? At this moment, many people overlooked the fact that Zhao Zhiyong’s actions were a result of the punch he received from Li Changlin.

Only the Zhao siblings and Xu Qishui realized something, raising their eyes in horror to look at Li Changlin.

He was an unrivaled powerhouse, and one of those significant figures who must not be offended.

In this moment, a hint of regret emerged in Xu Qishui’s heart.

"Damn you, you, you’ve crippled my right hand, you truly deserve to die!" Suddenly, a piercing roar awakened everyone.

Zhao Zhiyong had come to a sudden halt, trembling all over, and his eyes had turned a complete, bloodshot red.

Just now, Changlin’s punch had utterly destroyed the meridians in his right hand.

For Zhiyong, such pain was even worse than death itself.

He had devoted ten whole years to perfecting the Flying Eagle Nine Forms, with all his power concentrated in his right hand.

Now, Changlin had crippled that same right hand, leaving Zhiyong agonizing and powerless!

With poison in his gaze, Zhiyong clenched his left fist tightly, waiting for Changlin.

His heart was bleeding!

This was a deep, bitter hatred, a battle to be fought to the death.

Grinding his teeth, those bloody eyes of his locked onto Changlin, as if ready to tear him apart.

If looks could kill, Changlin would have died a thousand times over by now.

At this moment, Zhiyong had marked Changlin as his sworn enemy, one he would not rest until he destroyed.

Zhou Ziyu took heavy steps, advancing steadily forward.

His body trembled as his left hand stealthily reached for his waist.

There, concealed, was his weapon—a sword of unsurpassed sharpness.

He had been overly complacent before; had he realized how formidable Changlin was, he would have used his Sword of Ultimate Killing from the start.

"Brother Yong."

"Big Brother!"

Seeing his expression, Zhiyong’s siblings couldn’t help but call out with concern.

They understood their big brother well; they knew that Zhiyong’s ultimate technique was the Left Hand Sword.

But this Left Hand Sword required his lifeblood to activate, and if Zhiyong put his all into it, he was bound to pay a steep price.

"I want you dead!" In Zhiyong’s heart, his hatred for Changlin had completely blinded his reason.

With his right hand crippled, his entire future had been shattered as well.

Even if he were fortunate enough to advance to the Transformation Realm, he would lose any chance to compete for the position of Family Head of the Zhao Family.

The Zhao Family could never allow a cripple to become the Family Head.

Thus, he was doomed to be without any claim to that title.

All of this was the work of the accursed man before him, and Zhiyong wished nothing more than to kill Changlin right then, to quench the hatred in his heart.

Disregarding the cries of his siblings, Zhiyong stepped within a two-meter range of Changlin, his left hand finally touched his waist, and then he swiftly struck at Changlin’s neck.

A flash of silver light streaked transiently through the air.

The silver light, torrential in its approach, was instantly upon Changlin.

Changlin’s eyes narrowed, sensing immense pressure.

He had been wary the moment Zhiyong’s left hand moved towards his waist.

Even so, Zhiyong’s attack still caught Changlin off guard.

By now, Zhiyong’s strength was apparently not inferior to his.

If not for his right hand being destroyed, and his strength somewhat weakened, Changlin might not have been his match at this moment.

As the silver light bore down on him, Changlin had no time for hesitation; his body suddenly arched back at a stunning angle, narrowly dodging the lethal blow.

Following that, Changlin shifted his footing and quickly moved to Zhiyong’s right side.