Zhao Gao flicked the blood off his hands with disgust, his eyes filled with indifference to life.
In order to catch up with the number of attacks by Ao Bai and An Lushan, it did not hide its face like other guardian spirits.
After all, if he can't even do this simple thing right, he's doomed.
If the First Emperor hadn't lacked capable people around him, Zhao Gao would have died a thousand times over.
As for why he didn't betray the First Emperor, that's too simple.
The First Emperor is definitely one of the strongest among the guardian spirits. No one would be foolish enough to ally with him and make an enemy of such a powerful figure.
Moreover, Zhao Gao's reputation was terrible, and even the guardian spirits he admired disdained to ally with him.
Those they don't value are too weak, so there's absolutely no need for cooperation.
Zhao Gao had no choice but to stay obediently by the First Emperor's side, hoping that he could at least survive.
Emerging from the ruins, he indifferently searched for his next destination.
Suddenly, three figures appeared and blocked his way.
"He's a eunuch, I never expected him to be so ruthless."
Ge Xiaolun, being a college student, immediately recognized that Zhao Gao's clothes were those of a eunuch.
Although Zhao Gao was a eunuch, after the incident of "pointing at a deer and calling it a horse," few people dared to call him a eunuch to his face.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his killing intent surged wildly, as if it were about to overflow.
"You scoundrel, you're asking for death!"
With a loud "boom," Zhao Gao stomped on the cement ground beneath his feet and shot out like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Ge Xiaolun and reached for his throat with a claw.
Although Zhao Gao was only at the level of a first-generation super soldier, he knew martial arts.
All the guardian spirits that are summoned are skilled martial artists, with exceptional martial arts abilities.
Zhao Gao was extremely ruthless; his attacks were always deadly.
However, Ge Xiaolun was not entirely useless; he learned a lot during his time with the angel.
Combat skills are naturally part of the curriculum.
He held the sword horizontally in front of him with his right hand and placed his left hand on the blade.
Zhao Gao slammed his claw down heavily on it, with tremendous force.
"Boom!"
Ge Xiaolun bent his knees slightly, and a wave of energy spread outwards from him.
Zhao Gao was slightly surprised, as his full-force claw attack was easily blocked by the person in front of him.
Ge Xiaolun raised an eyebrow, roared angrily, and used brute force to push Zhao Gao away.
He then rushed forward and swung his greatsword at Zhao Gao.
Of course, such a crude attack is too easy to dodge.
Zhao Gao moved with uncanny steps, easily dodging Ge Xiaolun's attacks.
And like walking a dog, they made Ge Xiaolun run around everywhere.
Liu Chuang wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Sun Wukong.
"Brother Monkey, why won't you let me help Xiao Lun?!"
Sun Wukong's eyes were cold, and his tone was icy.
"Let's see how he performs over the past month. If there's no improvement, then there's no need for him to receive individual training from the angel."
If you don't see any improvement even after a month, you might as well stand on the front lines and fight the enemy.
Liu Chuang had no idea what Ge Xiaolun was doing last month; he had been sent out to deal with the invading Taotie squad.
Since Sun Wukong said he wanted to see Ge Xiaolun's strength, he naturally had no complaints.
Sun Wukong and Liu Chuang's attention was focused on Ge Xiaolun and Zhao Gao.
Ge Xiaolun's attacks were wide and forceful, completely resembling those of a brute, lacking any skill whatsoever.
However, thanks to his thick skin and tough flesh, he withstood several of Zhao Gao's insidious and vicious attacks without being injured.
His performance was so disappointing to Sun Wukong that he didn't improve at all.
Ge Xiaolun was completely unaware and continued to vigorously swing his greatsword, trying to strike Zhao Gao.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Gao figured out his attack methods.
Using the force of the blow, he flung Ge Xiaolun's greatsword aside, then kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong was utterly disappointed.
The so-called Galactic Force, the so-called Hope, the so-called Supreme God...
He saw no hope in Ge Xiaolun; even Liu Chuang performed better than him.
The image of Lu Renjia flashed through his mind, and only then did he realize where the difference lay.
Even before that incident occurred, Lu Renjia had already reduced a significant number of casualties in the Dragon Kingdom.
The members of the Super Soldier Company dragged their feet during the war.
The final victory had little to do with them and played no decisive role whatsoever.
He deeply regretted not stopping Dukao and those others from their insane greed; otherwise, he would be surrounded by people now.
"Alas, in the end, emotions ruined everything. Ducao, Ducao, it's all because of you that Kyushu has fallen to this state!"
There's no use in wallowing in self-pity now; Lu Renjia has completely taken the opposite side.
He just needs to pay the price for his own choices.
That's just how reality is; making the wrong choice comes at a price.
However, Sun Wukong still did not intervene in the battle between Ge Xiaolun and Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao was merely a super soldier of his generation; his strength was not particularly formidable.
If Ge Xiaolun can't even beat him, then what has he been doing for the past month?
Ge Xiaolun felt uneasy. He wasn't stupid; he knew why Sun Wukong and Liu Chuang weren't helping.
He spent a month in a state of "debauchery" and desperately needed to prove himself.
But how could a loser like him possibly concentrate on training amidst a group of angelic beauties?
What you actually learn is very little.
Zhao Gao also began to take things seriously, after all, he now had a mission to fulfill.
"What a tough shell! Since ordinary methods can't get to you, then let this old servant taste my three thousand red threads!"
Zhao Gao suddenly waved his sleeves, and countless red threads, seemingly alive, appeared in his palms.
"laugh!"
Zhao Gao suddenly waved his hand, and three thousand red threads shot out from his sleeve.
Each red thread possesses extreme penetrating power, traversing the air without making a sound.
The three thousand red threads, like venomous snakes, strangled Ge Xiaolun.
Ge Xiaolun was a slow-moving tank, so how could he possibly avoid such a swift attack?
"Xiao Lun, be careful!" Liu Chuang hurriedly warned.
At the critical moment, a pair of black wings unfolded from his back again, and he immediately soared into the sky.
The next moment, a ding-ding-ding sound rang out.
The concrete ground where I had just been standing was instantly riddled with countless holes by a dense network of red threads.
Sun Wukong's expression softened when he saw Ge Xiaolun's wings.
After all, his wings had been torn off by Lu Renjia more than a month ago, turning him back into a free-range chicken.
This month, the angel re-implanted the wing gene into Ge Xiaolun, giving him wings again.
Zhao Gao's expression was solemn, after all, he couldn't fly.
The range of the Three Thousand Red Silk attacks is limited, while Ge Xiaolun's flight has no upper limit.
But just as Ge Xiaolun was feeling smug and complacent, a cold glint flashed in the shadows.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"
In the next instant, three arrows pierced through the air, their target being Ge Xiaolun in mid-air.
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