Hearing Lin Zhong's clamor, Chen Yun smiled slightly, unimpressed.

Turning to Cheng Yiwu, he said calmly, "Corporal, don't let me down!"

Cheng Yiwu replied in a deep voice, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, he handed the submachine gun in his hand to the soldier next to him, and then said to the butcher, "Sir, may I borrow your sword?"

The butcher said nothing and tossed his sword to Cheng Yiwu.

Cheng Yiwu caught it steadily, turned to look at Lin Zhong, holding the knife in one hand and beckoning with the other: "Come and fight!"

That cry of "Let's fight!" truly captured a fraction of Chen Yun's charisma.

Lin Zhong had no idea that he was facing one of the five Heavenly Kings of the Northern Army, and was still dreaming of defeating Chen Yun by overcoming all obstacles!

He clearly saw this lowly soldier as a stepping stone to challenge Chen Yun, and grinned, saying, "Alright, I'll kill you first, then challenge Chen Yun."

Having said that, he held his katana, lowered his body slightly, and prepared to strike.

The next second.

boom!

The ground beneath his feet was cracked.

He flew out like a cannonball, rushing towards Cheng Yiwu with lightning speed. He slashed diagonally with his samurai sword, intending to use the force of thunder to cut the soldier in front of him in half in one move.

But things took a turn for the worse than he had anticipated.

Cheng Yiwu remained calm and composed, raising his sword to block the attack.

Clang!

The weapons clashed, producing a crisp sound that echoed throughout the arena.

Lin Zhong's eyes widened suddenly, somewhat incredulous.

How could a mere ordinary soldier possibly block a single strike from the mercenary king?

Before he could even recover from the shock...

After parrying Lin Zhong's katana, Cheng Yiwu's sword adapted to the situation, sliding down the katana to slice directly at Lin Zhong's wrist.

Lin Zhong was indeed a master; his reaction was lightning fast. He slightly trembled his katana, deflecting Cheng Yiwu's sword a little, and then took the opportunity to retreat, creating distance between himself and Cheng Yiwu. He narrowly avoided having his wrist severed by Cheng Yiwu's blade.

Even so, Lin Zhong was still terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Originally intending to kill Cheng Yiwu in one move, he didn't expect that not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he was almost killed by Cheng Yiwu instead.

While he was shocked and furious, he also realized that the soldier in front of him was terrifyingly strong.

"Again!"

Lin Zhong felt he had almost been caught off guard and, somewhat enraged, shouted, raising his samurai sword and lunging at Cheng Yiwu again.

Cheng Yiwu said, "Good!"

The two were like two tigers meeting on a narrow path, engaging in a fierce battle.

Their figures intertwined.

The blades clashed repeatedly, producing a series of crisp sounds in the air.

Chen Yun squinted, looking down at the battle situation from his vantage point.

The butcher, the doctor, Laifu and others, as well as the soldiers on the scene, were all intently watching the battle.

After exchanging a few blows with Lin Zhong, Cheng Yiwu suddenly seized an opportunity and swung his swords at each other's chests!

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes instantly.

He had already realized that both of their blades were aimed at each other's chests, and at roughly the same speed.

Whoever changes tactics at this point will likely suffer a loss.

If neither of them changes their moves, their blades will likely strike each other simultaneously, resulting in mutual destruction!

Chen Yun couldn't help but frown.

On the playground, Cheng Yi-wu and Lin Zhong, who were fighting, also realized that it seemed that they were going to both be injured.

However, Cheng Yiwu and Lin Zhong reacted very differently.

Lin Zhong subconsciously still wanted to defeat Cheng Yiwu and then challenge Chen Yun, so he was unwilling to accept the result of being seriously injured.

So when he realized that if he didn't change his tactics, they would both be seriously injured, he backed down.

While changing his move, the katana switched from offense to defense, and at the same time, his body retreated.

He chickened out!

But Cheng Yiwu never considered retreating, nor did he care about getting injured.

So instead of backing down, he used all his strength to speed up the blade.

Clang!

The sword deflected the samurai sword's impromptu change of attack, then charged forward and struck Lin Zhong.

Even though Lin Zhong had already retreated in advance.

But the sword still ripped through his clothes, leaving a deep gash on his chest, from which blood gushed.

If the blade had gone any deeper, it could have ripped him open.

Even so, Cheng Yiwu had completely gained the upper hand.

The officers and soldiers on the scene immediately cheered.

On the rooftop, Chen Yun's furrowed brows relaxed, and he regained his calm demeanor.

Cheng Yiwu gained the upper hand with a single move and pursued the enemy with his knife.

Lin Zhong reacted hastily and barely managed to block a few moves before Cheng Yiwu seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest.

Bang!

Lin Zhong took a solid kick, breaking seven or eight ribs in his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

The defeat is inevitable!

On the rooftop, Chen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze disdainful. He said contemptuously, "You lost. You couldn't even beat one of my most ordinary soldiers, yet you dare to come to our Dragon Kingdom and cause trouble. Who gave you the courage?"

Lin Zhong's face turned bright red!

He looked up at Chen Yun, who stood high above him on the rooftop, looking down at him with an air of supreme disdain.

Enraged, he roared, "Chen Yun, I'm going to kill you!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and hurled the katana in his hand at Chen Yun...

He threw the katana with all his might, and it shot towards Chen Yun, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the rooftop, like a javelin.

The officers and soldiers on the scene were shocked and furious to see that this guy dared to ambush Commander Chen even as he was dying. Almost at the same time he made his move, the officers and soldiers on the scene opened fire.

Bang bang bang...

A burst of gunfire rang out.

Lin Zhong was riddled with bullets on the spot!

Despite being trembling violently from being shot hundreds of times and riddled with bloody holes, this guy stubbornly refused to fall down immediately.

His eyes were fixed on the katana he had thrown, watching it fly towards Chen Yun...

He wanted to see if his dying stab could hit Chen Yun.

Chen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the flying samurai sword, but coldly looking at Lin Zhong with a hint of mockery and disdain in his eyes.

Lin Zhong stared intently at the samurai sword.

However, the katana flew past Chen Yun's temple from the left side of his head, missing its target!

Upon seeing this scene, Lin Zhong's face immediately showed despair.

His last shred of hope was shattered.

Lin Zhong stared at the tall figure standing with his hands behind his back on the rooftop. His last thought was: Was he really that confident? Or had he already predicted the trajectory of my katana and knew that I absolutely couldn't hurt him?

Lin Zhong, who had managed to stay upright only by his last shred of willpower, was the one who had managed to stay upright.

At this moment, it is like a large tree that has been cut down.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Dead!

His eyes were wide open, still retaining the expression of shock and disbelief he had before his death!

The butcher rushed over and kicked Lin Zhong's corpse twice, cursing, "You clown! Even in your dying moments, you tried to harm Commander Chen! Men, clean up the corpses of these clowns, don't let them delay the commendation ceremony later."

The surrounding soldiers replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"