The crowd automatically dispersed, and the two men simultaneously burst out with the aura of second-level evolvers. They were so afraid of being implicated that they had no time to react, so how could they listen to the instigation of the little guy and rush forward?

Everyone who has survived until now is a smart person. The reason why they blindly listened to the words of the black-faced guards just now is because it concerns their own interests. If they really anger the gods, they will lose their stable source of food in the future, and the only price they have to pay is to burn the corpse. Of course, they are indignant.

But now that the two of them were fighting one-on-one, they naturally dispersed and watched from the sidelines. The old woman who had acted so well just now had now hidden behind the crowd. They had acted like that just because they didn't want to die.

If they are close to them now, there is no telling when it will affect them. They have no awakening ability, and if they are affected by the energy, they will die immediately. It is said that the old and immortal are thieves, and they are all very smart.

Zhang Mu held the dagger in his right hand and fought with the little man in front of him who held the dagger in his left hand for dozens of rounds in a flash.

It must be said that his body shape was extremely advantageous, and the dagger in his hand was as light as a feather. All of Zhang Mu's first slashes with the obsidian dagger were blocked. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Zhang Mu had not used a dagger in combat for a long time.

It's indeed a bit unfamiliar.

However, the Obsidian Dagger was not that simple. When the blades clashed again, Zhang Mu suddenly activated the fire power attached to the Obsidian Dagger.

A cluster of flames suddenly rushed in front of the little man without warning, startling him, but the flames had not been gathered through energy, and the man was considered agile among the second-level evolvers, so he narrowly dodged it.

Even so, Zhang Mu took advantage of the sudden attack of the flames to leave several torn wounds on his opponent's body with the obsidian dagger. The obsidian dagger, which had drunk blood, was trembling slightly.

But after this time, the instantaneous flame from Zhang Mu's dagger could no longer scare the opponent in front of him. It left scars on the opponent's body, but made the little man more excited. His own blood actually made this man excited, and his speed increased unknowingly.

The problem is not with the Obsidian Dagger, it's with me!

Zhang Mu frowned slightly. The little man in front of him seemed to be accustomed to his attack rhythm and gradually began to counterattack. Zhang Mu had to admit that he was not an expert in this and felt like he was being suppressed.

In his later life, he only learned how to use a military dagger from a few soldiers for a period of time, and he also slowly figured out some tricks while fighting with mutant beasts. But it was obvious that the man in front of him was different. His attacks were very methodical, and each move was perfectly matched to his body shape.

Feeling that Zhang Mu's attack had stopped here, the little man sneered. The person he had to deal with was just like this.

, why not just kill him directly? He is wasting so much time and energy talking about this.

The next second, Zhang Mu felt the frequency of his opponent's attacks increase rapidly. His rhythm was suddenly broken, and the obsidian dagger was deviated from its trajectory and stabbed directly into Zhang Mu's face.

"Alas, it still doesn't work."

Just when the little guy thought he was going to succeed, Zhang Mu looked at the dagger with the tip only five centimeters away from his face without changing his expression, and said something in a low voice.

The little guy only now realized that something was wrong and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

Not only the dagger in his hand, but even he himself was unable to move and was locked in place.

Zhang Mu, who had just been mocking him with disdain, rolled his eyes in fear, and his lips moved up and down with difficulty, speaking with great effort.

"What on earth did you do to me?"

Zhang Mu put the obsidian dagger back into his sleeve and said slowly, "I can't help it. You are too strong. I can't beat you. I will use my ability. Otherwise, I will make a fool of myself."

"You didn't use any abilities just now? Your speed, your dagger attack, none of them are your awakened abilities?"

Zhang Mu looked at him innocently and said, "No, it doesn't count. They are just hobbies."

After hearing what Zhang Mu said, the little guy was almost vomiting blood in anger. The fight he just had was definitely not easy, and now this man actually said that he was just fighting him out of interest. He didn't believe it, but if that wasn't the case, what was the means to freeze him now?

"Are you cheating?"

Zhang Mu looked at him like an idiot and said, "I've never heard of a fight where you can only use the same ability. Is this considered cheating? Tell me, who asked you to come? Let all the citizens of the city hear who is behind this."

When this was mentioned, the little man immediately fell silent, returning to his previous gloomy expression, staring at Zhang Mu without saying a word, as if he was mocking his naivety. Naturally, he couldn't say it.

"Hardcore, I like it."

Just as Zhang Mu said this, a black light flashed by, and the tendons of the little man's left hand were cut. He could no longer hold the dagger, and his wrist dropped weakly, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

"How dare you..."

The little man didn't know why Zhang Mu was so bold. He really crippled himself and his left hand holding the dagger in front of Xiao Nan and so many citizens in front of this big temple.

"Hmm, have you thought about it now? You've been saying that I'm a fake messenger of God. Do you want the person behind you to confront me face to face?"

Zhang Mu slowly moved the obsidian dagger close to his right hand and said while staring into his eyes.

"If you dare, I will

I will make your life worse than death. I will fuck your woman right in front of you, and then peel off her skin bit by bit until she dies."

The little guy was completely panicked. He made a living by using his skills. If his hands were crippled, it would be equivalent to cutting off his livelihood. Now Zhang Mu had already put the dagger on his right hand.

With the sharpness of the obsidian dagger, he only needed to use the tip of the dagger to lightly poke him. Without the second-level recovery potion, he would be completely finished.

At this time, someone finally spoke behind Zhang Mu, causing Zhang Mu to slowly turn around and look in the direction of what happened.

"My friend, forgive others when you can, and stop when it's enough."

It was Xiao Nan. At this moment, he and his sword and axe team had already pointed their weapons in the direction of Zhang Mu. Seeing Zhang Mu turning around, he, who had been silent originally, now pointed his sword at Zhang Mu and spoke to him straight in the face.

"Could it be that he is City Lord Xiao Nan's man? Otherwise he wouldn't be so confident. City Lord Xiao Nan, won't you give Zhang Mu an explanation?"

Zhang Mu, who was being pointed at by this group of swordsmen and axes, seemed to smile even more brightly and said to Xiao Nan.

"You don't need to confuse people here. I don't know him, but you killed people in the capital of Hohhot and in front of the temple. As the lord of the branch city of Hohhot, I, Xiao Nan, naturally have the obligation to protect the safety of the capital."

"Is that so? It turns out that he is not City Lord Xiao Nan's man. Then Zhang Mu has nothing to worry about."

Under Zhang Mu's mental control, the obsidian dagger accurately severed the tendons of the other hand of the person behind him.

The huge pain made the little guy almost faint. He cursed Zhang Mu hoarsely.

"You will die without a complete body, your woman will be killed by me, and your entire family will be dug up by me."

Zhang Mu's expression did not change at all. He just raised his right hand, and the black Epoch Merchant Ring instantly flashed with light under the urging of his mind.

"Don't you want to know whether I am the messenger of God?

Then, this scene should be very familiar to you."

Zhang Mu adjusted the direction of countless grains, dropped them into the sky, and then fell heavily down.

The direction in which these bags of grain were thrown was the location of this little guy.

In his eyes, countless bags of grain kept getting bigger and bigger, but he couldn't move at all and could only watch.

This man was smashed to death.

The grain pressing on him became a towering hill, piled up there quietly.

Zhang Mu calmly looked at the nearly one thousand ordinary people who were as silent as death and dared not look him in the eye. He spoke slowly, but his plain voice inexplicably made people feel a bit bloody.

"Aren't you asking me how to prove my identity?"

"That proves it."

(End of this chapter)