Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 715: Are You Talking About Them?

Chapter 715: Chapter 715: Are You Talking About Them?

"Then feast your eyes on this!" Tang Zhong’s voice rang out.

Blood Hand’s eyes widened in disbelief. His Stone Fist had completely slammed into the ground, supposedly reducing Tang Zhong to rubble. How could such a thing happen?

But hearing Tang Zhong’s voice meant that the other man hadn’t died. This was impossible; he had to ensure Tang Zhong’s death.

He was just about to raise his fist, then strike down again.

But at that moment, he saw his fist below lighting up with an intense red glow, as if it could explode at any time.

And with it came a wave of pain. It’s important to note that his fists were made of stone; since birth, they had never felt pain before.

That was his natural ability, born with stone fists right from the womb. He had never experienced pain, not even once, as he grew up.

"No, this is absolutely impossible!" Blood Hand roared.

But the next second, he saw his huge stone fist trembling violently, as if it could explode at any moment, and the sensation was only growing stronger.

The sound of cracking filled the air, and in that instant, with a booming noise, his stone palm shattered.

Howling in pain, Blood Hand cried out.

The stone from his hand flew off in all directions with the explosion, and the powerful force pushed Blood Hand backward. Only after retreating a dozen steps did he stop, looking down at the bloody mess in his palm where the stone—his skin—had been, now shattered and unprotected.

"No... my hand!"

Looking forward again, he saw Tang Zhong standing unfazed, holding the Tang Sword in the crater left by the Black Fist. Despite taking such a hit, he was completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened at all.

"How... How is this possible?" Blood Hand screamed in terror.

The crater in the ground was proof that Blood Hand’s fist had indeed struck, and clearly, this man was supposed to be under his crushing blow. How was he now unscathed?

At this moment, Tang Zhong stood, his clothes fluttering with the breeze, his gaze deep and penetrating as he looked at Blood Hand, "You wanted to see, didn’t you? Now I’ll let you have a good look!"

In an instant, he moved, his figure blurring like an illusion, and with just a twinkle, he vanished.

Already trembling with fear, Blood Hand realized he hadn’t managed to obliterate Tang Zhong with his punch—a technique he had taken much pride in, one that had dominated the underground realm overseas. But now, he failed to kill even one man, a severe blow to his confidence. When Tang Zhong’s figure disappeared, he staggered backward.

But it was already too late. The next second, Tang Zhong reappeared in front of him, grasping the Tang Sword mid-air and slashing down.

The tip of the sword gleamed with the light of blood.

"This speed..." Blood Hand panicked, "No!"

Dodging was now impossible; his only option was to resist, but as he raised his hands, he found that his innate stone skin had burst apart, leaving only bloody flesh.

The Tang Sword swung down.

It cleaved through Blood Hand’s arm, and blood spurted as two severed limbs flew through the air before tumbling to the ground.

"My hands!"

A wretched scream echoed as Blood Hand howled in agony, blood dripping from the severed ends of his arms.

At this point, Blood Hand’s face was pale, and he was gasping for air, bent over.

Watching Tang Zhong, Blood Hand’s eyes were filled with submission. Having risen to the top of the Slaughter Organization, he was perceptive; he recognized Tang Zhong’s strength immediately. The guy was no ordinary man, especially considering the sword in his hand, which must be a treasure from the Valley of Hidden Swords.

He couldn’t defeat Tang Zhong. He truly admitted defeat.

A true gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years; he wanted to live.

"Grandmaster Tang..." Blood Hand spoke respectfully.

He wasn’t doing this for any other reason but to save his own life. The Grandmasters of Xuan Country were known to be kind-hearted; if he sincerely begged for mercy, surely the other would spare him!

"Please spare me. It was my foolish ignorance that challenged Grandmaster Tang’s authority. I was truly in the wrong!"

"And then?" Tang Zhong said.

"It was my fault for bringing people into Xuan Country. It was an error on my part, Blood Hand. I swear, I will never set foot in Xuan Country again, and I dare not mention Grandmaster Tang’s name!" Blood Hand said.

He became increasingly respectful, holding back the pain he had just suffered.

Strong as he was, he knew when to bow his head.

That was something many people couldn’t do.

"Is that enough?" Tang Zhong said with a smile.

"I am willing to spend ten billion to buy my life back, as long as Grandmaster Tang spares me!" Blood Hand continued.

Ten billion Yun Country Currency, not Xuan Guo currency, a sky-high price for many.

Keep in mind, ten billion Yun Country Currency could buy one of the top 500 companies in the world.

Blood Hand believed that Tang Zhong would surely be moved because wasn’t it a significant amount?

"Spare you?" Tang Zhong’s lips lifted slightly in a smirk.

Blood Hand saw this and thought he saw hope.

But in an instant, Tang Zhong’s gaze turned icy, his hand gripping the Tang Sword, and he slashed directly at Blood Hand, then said indifferently, "Money... is it useful?"

As the sword passed, it directly struck Blood Hand’s body, and when it passed, no blood was left on it.

Only to see Tang Zhong holding the Tang Sword, looking at Blood Hand before him: "If money was useful, would I have been chased down before as I was outside Xuanjing City?"

The experience of being chased out of Xuanjing City was etched in his memory, something he could never forget in this lifetime.

In this world, the ultimate power is still strength, having the control over life and death of others.

At that moment, Blood Hand’s eyes widened, and suddenly, a crack appeared on his forehead, which kept extending until it split down to his heel, his body breaking into two, collapsing onto the ground.

Blood flooded the floor!

And Tang Zhong sheathed the Tang Sword.

At this time, the couple crouched on the ground were completely dumbstruck.

They couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed; how could the man who was beaten to near-pieces with a punch suddenly come back to life?

They had thought the other was god-like, but now it seemed that the standing man was the true god.

They stayed on the ground, now completely daring not to move.

Then, Tang Zhong sheathed his Tang Sword as if the scene around him had nothing to do with him, and then looked ahead at the exam venue; most of his classmates were nearly done with their exams, so he thought he might as well go over and take a look.

At the same time, Vermilion Bird was leading people up from the foot of the mountain, worried that Tang Zhong had been killed by the Slaughter Organization. Without any pause, she rushed directly upwards.

She just happened to meet Tang Zhong head-on.

She was stunned then: "You... how come you’re unharmed?"

Seeing Vermilion Bird, Tang Zhong said, "Why should I be harmed?"

Vermilion Bird was dumbfounded. Wasn’t it said that the Slaughter Organization had people coming? Why didn’t she see any of them now? Could it be they hadn’t encountered Tang Zhong yet?

"Right, have you encountered any dangers?"

"Dangers? None!" Tang Zhong said.

Relieved by his words, Vermilion Bird quickly said, "Alright, I have an unfortunate piece of news for you. The Slaughter Organization from overseas has come to Xuan Country, and they are here to kill you. They should be returning soon, without an accident, so you must follow me!"

"You mean them?" Tang Zhong said, then pointed towards the distance, at Blood Hand lying in a pool of blood.