Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 568 - 561: Shadow Group VS Heavenly Gate

Chapter 568: Chapter 561: Shadow Group VS Heavenly Gate

"Tat tat tat—!"

"Go to hell!" Black Hawk, holding a submachine gun, crazily fired at the Big Snake’s mouth.

The Big Snake writhed violently in the swamp from the pain, wailing miserably; its agonized screams were hair-raising.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Zifeng, with a war blade in hand,

suddenly leaped into the air and viciously slashed at the Big Snake’s mouth.

"Pfff—!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and chunks of flesh flew. The Big Snake, hit by the strike, writhed violently again, its enormous body causing waves of mud and debris to fly up and fill the sky.

The Big Snake, driven mad by pain, roared and hissed wildly in the swamp. The fearsome serpent left layers of turbulent air in its wake wherever it went!

However, this time Lin Zifeng didn’t intend to let it go.

His gaze concentrated, wisps of Vital Energy gathered around his massive, hard hammer.

"Boom—!"

Energy waves churned, countless dark scales were smashed bloody under the hammer. Lin Zifeng’s agile figure rapidly moved toward the swamp’s edge.

The Big Snake was now completely enraged, its eyes red, having lost the last sliver of its rationality.

In an instant, that mass of serpentine body sprawled right before Lin Zifeng.

The rolling energy waves once again shook the surroundings with a rattling noise.

Lin Zifeng stood in the swamp, expressionless, his eyes emitting a fierce light as he fixedly watched the Big Snake diving toward him.

Just then, Lin Zifeng’s eyes suddenly turned immensely blood-red, the veins on his forehead abruptly bulging. His body’s steel muscles tensed, tensed, and tensed even more.

Not until the two dragon-like veins on his arms bulged did Lin Zifeng stand like an ancient Death God in the arena, with murderous intent soaring wildly upwards.

"Slaughter Syndrome!"

On the edge of the swamp, the corner of Black Hawk’s mouth involuntarily twitched twice.

He hadn’t expected that after so many years, Lin Zifeng’s Slaughter Syndrome still hadn’t been cured.

Once this illness erupted, even he couldn’t control himself.

A recent fight with the king of the Dragon Team, Long Tianya, almost triggered Lin Zifeng’s Slaughter Syndrome.

It’s a pity that the Slaughter Syndrome, which Lin Zifeng had been forcibly suppressing, finally exploded at this moment.

"Die!"

A roar like that of a wild beast erupted from Lin Zifeng’s throat, his muscles taut all over as an unparalleled pressure faced the Big Snake head-on.

"Swoosh—!"

An overbearing fist ferociously smashed onto the Big Snake’s fierce and dreadful head.

"Bang!"

Under the tremendous force, the Big Snake was once again sent flying, its huge, fierce head smashing countless large trees.

Lin Zifeng’s figure wavered, and like a ghostly apparition, he swiftly moved in for another kill.

Under the terrifying force of the fist, a large piece of scale armor had already been punched off the Big Snake’s head.

The Big Snake finally showed fear, its massive body hurriedly trying to burrow into the swamp.

"Trying to leave? Stay right there!"

Lin Zifeng let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, and with the war blade in hand, once again rushed towards the Big Snake.

With his left hand, he grabbed the Big Snake’s tail, and his right hand, holding the war blade, quickly stabbed toward its tail.

"Pfff—"

The sharp Sword Radiance tore through the Big Snake’s tail’s scale armor in an instant, impaling the entire tail and pinning it to the edge of the swamp.

In agony, the Big Snake twisted its body violently, sending large clumps of mud flying across the area.

"Light it up and burn it to death."

Seeing this, Black Hawk didn’t hesitate and quickly threw all the remaining Self-igniting Bombs from the members of the Shadow Group into the swamp.

"Hiss—Buzz—"

The fire engulfed the Big Snake in an instant, swallowing it in the blaze.

Piercing screams continually came from within the swamp.

The group watched coldly and silently as the Big Snake was burned to death.

A moment later, Lin Zifeng also mostly recovered by this time.

"Lin, are you alright?" Black Hawk immediately came over to comfort him.

They all knew that once Slaughter Syndrome erupted, it was likely that everyone present would be heartlessly killed by Lin Zifeng.

Thankfully, he still had substantial control over his condition, or else during the last fight with Long Tianya, who would win and who would lose would have been uncertain.

"I’m fine. Don’t stop, we need to keep moving quickly."

Sensing the danger of the region, Lin Zifeng faintly felt that someone had deliberately lured them into the swamp.

The longer they stayed in the swamp, the more danger they faced.

Looking at their deceased brothers, everyone was overwhelmed with grief, but now was not the time to grieve.

The group quickly left the swamp fraught with danger.

By sunrise the next day, Lin Zifeng and his team finally found traces of Nangong Bing being captured.

Since Lin Zifeng was part of a surprise attack squad, with most of the main force staying in place, the mercenaries from Heavenly Gate thought Lin Zifeng and his team hadn’t pursued at all.

At this very moment, Lin Zifeng, moving stealthily, finally spotted Nangong Bing by a riverside.

"Lin, when do we make our move?" Black Hawk, hiding in the bushes, licked his blood-red tongue, his natural ferocity once again ignited.

He’d dreamt of taking down Heavenly Gate, and now the opportunity was in front of him; he couldn’t possibly let this rare chance slip by.

"We move when it gets dark."

Lin Zifeng said indifferently, eyeing the Heavenly Gate camp five hundred meters away, feeling the same itching hatred.

However, given the numerical disadvantage and the fact that Nangong Bing was in their hands, a head-on clash would definitely not favor him.

The group buried themselves in the bushes again, remaining hidden until deep into the night—

At this time, in the Heavenly Gate camp, a rotting corpse was laid out on a treehouse, exuding a foul stench with maggots crawling all over the disfigured, indistinguishable remains, making it unclear whether it was Nangong Shui’s body.

However, Nangong Bing had already become a figure of tears.

She didn’t know if the body was her father’s, but from the clothing and the size of the corpse, Nangong Bingxin had already begun to accept that it was her father’s remains.

Her beautiful face now bore streaks of tears; she couldn’t remember how many she had shed or how many times she had fainted.

Now she was tired, feeling as if her life was also nearing its end, and she might follow her father in death very soon.

Her pale and delicate face showed almost no emotional fluctuation.

The surroundings were filled with fully armed terrorists staring menacingly at her, especially one blonde man with a greasy face who had taken a liking to the beautiful Eastern woman from the moment he captured Nangong Bing. Had it not been for the Netherworld King’s interference, he would have already had his way with her.

At that moment, the blonde man, holding a piece of meat that was half-cooked, approached Nangong Bing with a grin, and said in fluent English, "Beautiful, how can you hold up without food or drink?"

Nangong Bing, stricken with grief, slowly turned her head, her gaze filled with hatred and disdain. Her brows furrowed, revealing a ferocious smile, "If you have the guts, just kill me! Don’t think you can get anything from me."

"Oh, my beautiful lady, you might have misunderstood us; we are always gentle with lovely ladies, how could we possibly kill you? We captured you merely to lure out the Death God, there’s no malice intended."

The man shook his head, claiming innocence.