Distance is his advantage, and he must continue to maintain it.
Thunder balls, thunder curtains, etc. came one after another, but Meng Changjin dodged them all flexibly. Only occasionally they could strike a few strands of Meng Changjin's hair or the edges of the hem of his clothes.
This area suddenly turned into a thunderous hell. The two teams watching the show quickly hid to the side to avoid being affected.
Zhao Zheng was so angry when he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye. These people enjoyed his protection, but when he was in danger, they didn't even help him.
He knew that they were of low level, but even if they threw some fireballs to distract and restrain Meng Changjin, he would have easily killed him at the hands of his men.
Zhao Zheng didn't even think about how many people he had lost because of Bian Xiaohan, Ai Qianzhi and Wei Manman. If it was at the beginning, maybe someone would really help him, but now, the people in his team had been changed by his previous actions and became people who only cared about themselves.
It's all the causes I sowed, and it's normal to reap such results, isn't it?
Zhao Zheng was annoyed, but Meng Changjin felt that her prediction was correct.
In fact, it was obvious from last time that Zhao Zheng and his team were not united.
It’s okay for Bian Xiaohan to show off her power. At least as a water-based mutant, she can provide water to the team. However, Ai Qianzhi and Wei Manman killed several ordinary people, causing the team to split. This is no small matter.
It is inevitable that people’s hearts are divided.
Zhao Zheng really values his life, or rather, he is really not good at close combat except for long-range attacks.
From the moment Meng Changjin started to take action until now, he had been firing various thunder balls and thunder screens without stopping, as if he was determined not to let Meng Changjin get close to him.
It is true that I want to maintain a distance advantage, and it is also true that I am afraid of death.
The sixth-level lightning ability is really not weak, but the mutated monsters that were not flexible enough in the early stage seemed to have given Zhao Zheng the illusion that his opponent would just stand there and let him hit him without dodging.
This also led to Zhao Zheng not even being able to make some basic predictions.
Meng Changjin was quite disappointed with Zhao Zheng.
No matter how disappointed you are, you still have to kill those who deserve it.
Meng Changjin suddenly sped up, dodged the opponent's thunder ball and other attacks, closed the distance at an extremely fast speed, then picked up the iron rod and swung it heavily.
Zhao Zheng wanted to dodge, but his physical agility was not that good, so although he dodged, he did not avoid it completely. The tail end of Meng Changjin's iron stick swept Zhao Zheng's arm, and although it didn't seem to cause any damage on the surface, Zhao Zheng actually felt that his left hand was about to be broken by the sweep.
Resisting the urge to scream in pain, Zhao Zheng retreated quickly, trying to put some distance between himself and Meng Changjin again.
But how could he pull away Meng Changjin when he was serious? Zhao Zheng retreated at a high speed, and Meng Changjin chased him closely, swinging the iron rod in her hand with great force. Every time the rod swept a part of Zhao Zheng's body, it might not be obvious on the surface, but Zhao Zheng felt a lot of pain.
Zhao Zheng began to panic. He felt that if he continued like this, he would most likely die here today.
But he was able to chase Meng Changjin and beat him last time.
Why did things turn out the other way around in just a few days? This time, it was Meng Changjin who chased him and beat him, and he couldn't hide.
He felt a piercing pain all over his body, all caused by the sweep of Meng Changjin's iron rod.
Zhao Zheng felt that Meng Changjin was too vicious. How did he like this woman in the first place? Even if she had stabbed him with a knife, it wouldn't have been like this. It was like killing someone with a blunt knife. If he didn't die, he would suffer.
In fact, Meng Changjin was also depressed, because the most powerful weapon she had now was the iron rod.
Zhao Zheng disliked her blunt knife because it didn't kill people but made them suffer. She wished she had a long knife so that she could kill Zhao Zheng with just two cuts.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will also die." Zhao Zheng said as he fought and retreated. In fact, he just retreated again and again. As for fighting... this was a bit of a compliment to him.
"If you die, I will die too? What are you dreaming about?" Meng Changjin did not retreat a single step. He hit Zhao Zheng's collarbone with the iron rod. There was a clear sound of breaking bones, and Zhao Zheng's collarbone was broken.
"Ah!" Zhao Zheng screamed and fell to the ground. He raised his hand to cover his broken and bleeding collarbone. Zhao Zheng said hurriedly: "Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, just kill me and see if you will die."
After saying this, the corners of his mouth, which were stained with blood, curled up in triumph, his eyes looking crazy.
The other hand reached for his trouser pocket.
He wanted to bind the matchmaker's red thread deeply, and even if he died, he wanted Dan Ge, the woman, to be buried with him.
At this moment, Zhao Zheng felt extremely regretful. He regretted why he used the magical item, the Red Thread of Matchmaker, on this woman.
She looked as peaceful and beautiful as the bright moon, but in fact she was just a crazy woman.
He is really unlucky.
Meng Changjin didn't believe all of Zhao Zheng's words, but he didn't completely disbelieve them either.
Zhao Zheng has the golden finger of plane group chat, and he must have gained a lot of benefits from it.
That magical item might really have such an effect.
The iron rod in his hand was pointing diagonally at the ground. Meng Changjin didn't know whether he should completely ignore Zhao Zheng's words and deal with him, or catch him first and figure out what's going on.
But when Zhao Zheng reached into his pocket with trembling hands and took out a mobile phone, Meng Changjin's pupils contracted slightly, and he swung the iron rod, quickly breaking Zhao Zheng's limbs cleanly.
"Ah!" Zhao Zheng cried out in pain from his broken hands and feet, but what worried him more now was that his cell phone was lost.
A mobile phone, which was not the latest model before the apocalypse, fell next to Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng's hands and feet were broken, but he still struggled to pick up the phone on the ground.
He was struggling and squirming on the ground, and just before he was about to bite the phone with his mouth, a white and slender hand was one step faster than him and picked up the phone on the ground.
"No!" Zhao Zheng exclaimed uncontrollably, and his face, which was already pale due to his broken limbs, became even paler.
Meng Changjin took the phone, played with it in his hand for a few times, and then pressed the power button.
Seeing that he needed to enter a password, Meng Changjin entered one at random, and the phone screen showed that the password he entered was wrong.
Meng Changjin didn't try again. He simply grabbed Zhao Zheng's hair and pointed the phone at his face.
Face unlock, success! Seeing Meng Changjin's skillful operation of unlocking the phone, Zhao Zheng felt something was wrong.
"No!" He was anxious to get his cell phone back, which was the foundation of everything for him.
Unfortunately, his hands and feet were broken by Meng Changjin, and even his supernatural powers could not function smoothly because of his broken hands and feet.
So it would be a dream for him to get his phone back.
Meng Changjin unlocked his phone and took a look at it before looking at Zhao Zheng with a half-smile in his eyes.
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