"call--"
Qin Ze, panting heavily, slowly got up from the ground. His elbow had hit the ground when he made that desperate strike, and it was a little sore.
Fortunately, he was fully armed and protected by armor, so he wasn't seriously injured.
He coldly stared at Kim Gun-in, who was lying on the ground with blood around his mouth. He was clutching his chest, seemingly unable to get up after such a heavy blow.
"Cough cough...Good lad, you've got some strength. You kicked my internal organs out of place...Heh...Heh heh." Jin Jianren's face showed pain, his mouth was full of blood, but he was still laughing.
Qin Ze remained silent and slowly walked forward.
"Qin Ze, I was injured, which is why you were able to gain some advantage. If I were uninjured, you wouldn't have been able to withstand ten of my moves."
Seeing Qin Ze approaching, Jin Jianren still didn't stand up from the ground. He gritted his teeth and said.
"Really? That's really unfortunate."
"Looks like I should thank the person who hurt you."
Qin Ze stopped approaching Jin Jianren and instead walked to the side, in the direction where the Breaking Formation Halberd had fallen.
Just as he changed direction, Jin Jianren suddenly jumped up from the ground and pounced on Qin Ze!
That desperate attack earlier seemed to have had no effect on him at all!
Qin Ze's expression changed, and he was about to jump away when Jin Jianren suddenly unleashed unparalleled speed, closing in on Qin Ze in just a few breaths.
Ignoring Qin Ze's punch, he instead opened his arms and hugged Qin Ze tightly.
With a "thud," as Qin Ze's fist landed on Jin Jianren's face, Jin Jianren's hand also grabbed Qin Ze!
"Hahaha, got you!"
Blood spurted from Jin Jianren's face. The punch had struck his brow bone, adding new wounds to his old ones, and Jin Jianren's face was almost completely covered in blood.
Crimson blood flowed into his gaping mouth, which drove him even more insane.
He was hugging his arms tightly, using all his strength to hold Qin Ze's waist and abdomen.
Qin Ze was pale and clenched his teeth. His lumbar spine felt like it was about to be broken by Jin Jianren. He tried to open his arms and break free from Jin Jianren's arms.
But those hands were like iron chains, tightly gripping the body, and it was impossible to budge them an inch!
"Click click click".
The close-fitting armor rattled under the immense force, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.
"Hahaha, I never thought that even at this point, I could take you with me to die."
"Qin Ze! You're so stupid, hahaha!"
Jin Jianren laughed wildly. At this point, although he could barely open his eyes, he could still hear Qin Ze's increasingly rapid breathing.
But the laughter stopped abruptly.
With a "snap".
Qin Ze stopped struggling and instead slammed his head into Jin Jianren's face!
Jin Jianren was tall, a full half a head taller than Qin Ze. With this collision, Qin Ze's head slammed heavily into Jin Jianren's chin.
A strong sense of dizziness arose in Jin Jianren's mind, accompanied by a buzzing sound and his rapidly contracting pupils.
Even so, he still refused to let go.
"Clap clap clap!"
Ignoring the wound on his forehead, Qin Ze repeatedly rammed his head into Jin Jianren's chin.
Several teeth fell out of Kim Geon-in's mouth, and his chin was even knocked crooked. Kim Geon-in finally couldn't withstand the intense dizziness and pain.
With a "thud," he released his grip and collapsed to the ground.
"Huff huff..."
Qin Ze also bent down, kneeling on one knee. He felt waves of pain in his chest, his face was flushed, and he was panting heavily.
Lying on the ground, Kim Geon-in stared unfocusedly at the top of the Golden Palace, his consciousness gradually slipping away from his body.
His previously manic expression gradually faded, returning to calm, and he spoke almost in a groan:
"No, I shouldn't have fought you to this extent."
"Cough cough..."
Blood gushed from his throat, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, spitting out broken teeth.
"If it weren't for... if Jin Ming hadn't hurt me, how could I not have seen clearly?"
"If I don't take off my armor, you can't hurt me."
"I could have killed you with just a few blows..."
Qin Ze clutched his chest and slowly stood up.
"Really? Who told you to wear that dragon robe?"
"Jin Ming... I remember he was your subordinate."
"Ha, you got hurt by your own people, what else is there to say?"
"Cough cough."
Jin Jianren struggled to roll over on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he did so.
Hearing Qin Ze's words behind him, a bitter smile appeared on his face, but he couldn't get up no matter what.
The pain in his chest, the wounds on his face, the cracks in his palms—these injuries had caused him to bleed countless times.
"Yes, I was hurt by my good brother." His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
If... we really fought them to the very end, would the outcome be different?
At that moment, this thought suddenly popped into Kim Geon-in's mind.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he saw several figures in his blood-red eyes.
The image of Jin Ming's death was still vivid in his mind, haunting him like a ghost. In a daze, he seemed to really see Jin Ming's figure.
No, not just Jinming!
The other subordinates also arrived; they seemed to be laughing loudly, cursing loudly, or kneeling and crying.
Laughter, crying, cursing—an indescribable cacophony of sounds buzzed in his ears, driving Kim Geon-in nearly insane.
"Hey! Kim Gun-in!"
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