To be fair, Young Master Wang's rather regretful expression just now wasn't faked; his regret at this moment was genuine.
He didn't hold back with that last strike; it was a full-force attack, meant to kill.
It's just that he's not skilled enough and made a fool of himself.
His swordsmanship is innate; those who know, know.
In order to ambush the demon king and cause greater damage, he instinctively slashed with his sword. If he had followed Wang Zheng's words and thrown a punch, the Japanese soldier would have had no way to dodge!
"Sigh, what a pity. If that slash had killed that little Japanese soldier outright, it would have been fine. But now that he's backed down and retreated, it wouldn't have been appropriate to pursue him..."
Wang Zheng shook his head and sighed, then concealed himself again and moved towards the other side.
As for why not act now...
It wasn't that he, Young Master Wang, was merciful; it was simply that the other side had a considerable number of people and was extremely wary of him.
Even if Young Master Wang is exceptionally strong, it wouldn't be easy for him to kill all of these extraordinary individuals.
While it's certainly possible in terms of ability, it would still take some time in actual combat.
On the other hand, these Japanese devils have always been like mad dogs, especially those who have been brainwashed since childhood. For the sake of so-called imperialism, they sometimes go crazy and have no reason at all.
More importantly, these guys are quite united and unafraid of sacrifice.
Don't be fooled by their current act of submission to the strong. When it really comes down to it, these ingrates will be willing to die themselves to drag others down with them.
They don't care about any supernatural alliances or the code of honor between humans and demons.
The saying "knows small manners but lacks great principles" perfectly describes these Japanese devils.
Wang Zheng was also afraid that if he really pushed them too far, these guys would resort to desperate measures and directly detonate their brain cores to cause trouble for other grandmasters.
If it really comes to that, he won't be able to stop everyone all at once.
In addition, there are quite a few extraordinary beings from other countries present. If he really goes too far, Young Master Wang is worried that these opportunists might turn against the Chinese masters.
So after much deliberation, Wang Zheng finally decided to let these guys go for the time being and let them live a little longer...
As for the next course of action, he has more important things to do.
The Demon King's inner core is far more important than the lives of these little Karami. As for the brain cores in their heads, let's leave them for a little longer...
'Huh...do superhuman beings from other countries also have brain cores?'
A sudden inspiration struck Wang Zheng, and a strange tremor flashed in his eyes.
"It seems that today's harvest is far from over..."
As Wang Zheng's figure disappeared back into the shadows, the square erupted into chaos once more, unaffected by the brief infighting among the human superhumans.
However, as Wang Zheng made his move, his gaze remained fixed on Li Ben, the extraordinary man whose scalp he had shaved off, and the Peacock Demon King, whose several subordinates had already died...
They're just waiting for the right opportunity; they're aiming for a decisive, killer strike!
...
As time passed, the number of people in the square dwindled as the group of demon kings fought their battle.
If there wasn't some deep-seated hatred between them, they would have all run away by now.
The rest were either foreign superhumans who were using the Chinese Grandmasters' Group to bully others, or demon kings who were already half-dead and had fallen into a period of weakness after their self-destruction and could not escape.
The entire square was a river of blood, with red, green, and gold bloodstains mixed together, resembling a giant dye vat.
Countless drops of blood flowed down the edge of the Heavenly Palace, even staining the ancient stone pillars with vibrant colors.
The corpses and remains of various demon kings are countless; it's no exaggeration to say that this ruins plaza is a flesh-and-blood churn.
At this moment, Wang Zheng did not notice whether anyone in the Huaxia Grandmaster Group had died, but the number of people behind the Peacock Demon King was already less than ten.
The remaining few were either blasted to smithereens after self-destructing, or were too exhausted to fight any longer and were killed by the aftershocks of the battle.
No one surrendered or tried to escape.
However, apart from the Thousand-Faced Demon King, who had transformed into a peacock and was protected in the very center of the crowd, continuing to use the weakened version of the blue light to heal his comrades' injuries, everyone else was severely wounded and unable to fight any longer...
As the number of combatants on the field gradually decreased, Wang Zheng basically had no targets left to launch sneak attacks.
When he looked up and saw that the Japanese soldiers were far away from him and were on guard, he turned his head to look at the main force of the Chinese Grandmaster Corps in mid-air.
This group of more than a dozen grandmasters, led by their commander, are still fighting fiercely against the Peacock Demon King.
Young Master Wang felt the time was right and decided to join in the fun.
There's no other reason than that he was unsure of himself before because he couldn't beat them. Now that Young Master Wang has successfully transformed into a mortal and his strength has greatly increased, he has the confidence to settle all scores.
Not to mention that the rogue demon kings on the field are all very wary of him, and he hasn't been able to launch a sneak attack or gain any benefits for quite some time.
Since we're already at a loss for what to gain, let's get down to business.
This peacock has lived long enough; today is its death day!
Moreover, Wang Zheng also wanted to see if he had the chance to personally send this demon king, whose hands were stained with the blood of his compatriots, to his death!
After a quick look around, Young Master Wang randomly selected two unlucky guys who were still fighting.
Both of these demon kings are from the sea tribe. It's unclear whether they're fighting for some benefit or out of some deep-seated hatred, but they've been battling ever since Wang Zheng first saw them.
Strangely, no one else came to interfere with the two of them fighting so fiercely; they just kept punching and kicking each other until now.
But despite the lively fight, it was basically a battle of wits between two noobs.
If they hadn't already revealed their inner cores during their fight, Wang Zheng would have suspected they were rigging the match!
Seeing the two demon kings exchange a punch and fly backward before charging back together, Young Master Wang ignored everything else and rushed forward to punch one of them, smashing him to pieces. He then kicked the other demon king who was charging forward in the chest.
The unfortunate fellow was instantly sent flying backwards as if he had been hit by a meteorite, his body arched, heading straight for the battlefield area of the Peacock Demon King.
At the same time, Wang Zheng was still pretending to shout:
"Damn it, you have some nerve! I didn't even bother you, and you still dare to ambush me? You're really asking for it, die!"
Young Master Wang roared, and then, as if he had really been ambushed by this demon king, he charged forward with a furious expression.
Clearly, he intended to use the same trick again, taking the opportunity to get closer, and his next step was to attack the peacock...
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