After hearing Liu Zhong's words, Hu Jicheng also laughed and hissed, "Don't fucking compete with me. I have more HP, so it's more comfortable to release some! You'd better give it your all, otherwise you'll have to make excuses if you lose later!"
Liu Zhong responded, "I can't make excuses, and I can't lose!" After saying this, he rushed forward and launched an attack again!
In the first attack, both sides had already tested the waters, said what needed to be said, and given in what needed to be given in. It was only in the second attack that the real fatal blow was launched!
There were no fancy moves, nor any exciting scenes of swordplay and gunplay. Under the moonlit night, strong winds blew, and the surrounding trees were rustling, as if cheering for these two desperate men.
Hu Jicheng had already been in a fight in the garage, and although he'd received some simple treatment, how could his wounds have healed in just an hour or two? Every time he attacked, the wounds would be ripped open, and if the force was too strong, they could even tear open again.
He knew his physical condition and understood the significance of this battle, so he took a deep breath and swung the machete, hoping to determine the outcome in the shortest possible time.
The machete was still aimed at his neck, but Liu Zhong dodged it, crouched in a horse stance, and thrust his dagger at Hu Jicheng's neck. He expected Hu Jicheng to dodge to the side, and then the blade would turn downwards, pointing directly at his chest, and no matter how he moved, he would be doomed.
And Hu Jicheng indeed reacted in this way. When the sword tip flashed to the side, Liu Zhong's dagger immediately deflected downwards. Just when it was about to pierce his heart, Hu Jicheng raised his arm to block his chest. The sharp dagger immediately penetrated, and the tip of the knife went through the flesh and pierced the arm bone before stopping!
At the same time, the machete in his other hand also changed direction, emitting a silver light under the moonlight, and slashed diagonally from Liu Zhong's left shoulder to his right ribs, leaving a long wound on his chest!
Unfortunately, it was just an ordinary machete, made of ordinary material and poorly maintained, so the blade was nowhere near as sharp as it looked. Otherwise, with Hu Jicheng's strength, if he had used a proper killing knife, even if Liu Zhong didn't die, he would have been gutted!
This time, the two men didn't separate, each knowing that once they started fighting, a decisive battle was inevitable. Liu Zhong drew his short sword and swung it rapidly. The half-foot-long blade sliced through the night air, making bursts of hissing sounds. Hu Jicheng retreated, dodging, and met the blow with his machete.
With a few clicks, the two weapons collided with each other. The dagger was still shining coldly, but there were already many notches on the blade of the machete.
For the final blow, Liu Zhong used all his strength, roaring as he chopped down. Hu Jicheng, holding the machete horizontally, raised his hand to meet the blow. With a loud snap, the machete was severed in half. The front half remained in Hu Jicheng's hand, while the back half whizzed out and became lodged in a nearby tree trunk.
The machete broke, and without any obstruction, the dagger chopped down on Hu Jicheng's shoulder, cutting off a piece of flesh from his shoulder along with his clothes and flesh!
Hu Jicheng's face was twisted with pain. Not only his shoulder, but all the wounds on his body were affected by the fight. For him, it felt like dozens of knives were slashing at his body from all directions at this moment. The pain was first heart-wrenching, then numb and dull, and then an even more intense tearing pain.
The blood had long gone from his face, and his lips were bitten purple. He spread his legs to steady his lower body, threw away the broken knife, and punched Liu Zhong's chest with two fists as heavy as weights.
Liu Zhong's chest had been slashed open, and he bore the blow with a bitter expression. A sweet sensation in his throat nearly spurted blood. Unwilling to admit defeat, he forcefully swallowed back the blood foam that had already welled up, then reversed course and thrust his dagger into Hu Jicheng's abdomen.
Now that he had no weapons, if he dragged on any longer, he would be exhausted to death, even if he was not beaten to death. Hu Jicheng grabbed Liu Zhong's hand, stopping the dagger in his body, and with his other hand, he kept hitting the wound on his chest, aiming at the heart, one after another!
The immense pain made Liu Zhong retreat step by step until his body hit a big tree and he stopped. He straightened his body, his eyes widened, and he could no longer hold back. A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed onto the weeds.
Hu Jicheng was completely exhausted at this moment. He took a few steps back and collapsed to the ground. Just as he and his friend Tianfu had said, although he was weak, his back was still straight. He sat cross-legged, with one hand still tightly holding the dagger in front of him.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. One of the two men was standing, and the other was sitting. There was still a hint of blood in the air. The grass around them was covered with blood, and several green grasses were dyed red.
After taking a few deep breaths, Hu Jicheng smiled calmly: "I can't fight anymore, you do it, I lose!"
Liu Zhong smiled bitterly, "No, I lost. I used to think it would be great if I could be your brother in my next life. But now I don't think so. I want to be your enemy in my next life. Only with an opponent like you can I feel good when fighting!"
It’s a pity… the Kung Fu competition is over, so I won’t have the chance to compete with you in drinking… wait for it in the next life… in the next life, I will never forgive you! ”
Liu Zhong's voice trembled as he spoke the last few words, his breathing irregular. After he finished speaking, his head dropped, and he fell forward to Hu Jicheng's side.
On the trunk of the large tree behind him, the half-broken blade that had just flown away emitted a cold light, and a trail of blood was flowing down the broken blade...
Hu Jicheng shook his head and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with sadness. His body trembled, and a sharp pain in his abdomen hit him. He collapsed instantly, his vision black, and he lay beside Liu Zhong...
The power has been restored inside the villa, but there is no sign of Qin Yuhao and others.
Wu Wenshan was protected by several men behind him. He was not injured, but he was covered in the dry powder sprayed from the fire extinguisher. His brows were furrowed and his face was ashen. "No one from the Qin family can be left alive, otherwise there will be endless trouble! Even if I have to turn the entire Lujiu City upside down tonight, I must find Qin Yuhao and his sister. I must see them alive or dead!"
Wu Feiyue quickly nodded in agreement and asked a few men to escort Wu Wenshan away first. Then he took the remaining brothers and began to search the city for the whereabouts of Qin Yuhao and others.
The people from Wenshan Commerce retreated, and the remaining bodyguards and servants also fled in panic. In the messy living room, only Li Junmin was sitting on the sofa with his eyes wide open.
His face showed neither joy nor sadness. He remained silent for a long time, like a block of wood. Perhaps he was happy that he had acquired the Great Qin Group, or perhaps he was disappointed that the Qin family had fallen. Or perhaps he was regretting his actions, feeling that this was not the ending he wanted...
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