Zhou Zhipeng's eyes were filled with ferocity. Without a word, his figure flashed and he was already close. He took a step forward and squatted down, brandishing his saber.
"Ah!"
One of them wailed and one of his arms fell to the ground.
He turned around and stabbed the other person in the chest.
With a kick, he pulled out his bloody saber. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at Da Mi.
Cold sweat broke out on Da Mi's palms. She was already in despair.
"Who are you? Why isn't your nickname on the streets?”
Those who came out to mingle would give themselves a nickname, but Zhou Zhipeng had never given himself a nickname.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Kun Peng with its wings spread. His name also had the word Peng.
"Before you go down to sell salted duck eggs, remember my nickname. My name is Kun Peng!"”
Da Mi took advantage of the moment Zhou Zhipeng spoke to slash out with his saber. He increased the strength of his arms and charged forward like a raging bull, his eyes filled with killing intent.
However, he did not expect that the figure in front of him would flicker. Where his blade was aimed at, there was no one else.
Zhou Zhipeng had already turned around to avoid the attack. With a backhand, he let out a sharp whistle and slashed at the big microphone like a rain shower.
"Slash, wave, lift, slice…"
Zhou Zhipeng used the Eight Edge-breaking Sabers to his heart's content. His mood surged, and his blood boiled.
The great roc on his body became clearer and clearer as he moved, as if it was about to come out and swallow Da Mi.
"Army Obliteration!"
Zhou Zhipeng muttered to himself, and the saber in his hand slashed out a light shadow, cutting the rice with each slash.
He realized that ever since the system rewarded him with the beginner Kun Peng bloodline and he ate the food in the Nine Dragons Ice Room, he had been very happy.
His physique, speed, and agility had all become stronger.
The effect was immediate.
The Eight Edge-breaking Blades required a lot of strength, or else it would be impossible to unleash its might.
However, Zhou Zhipeng was still at ease after killing for half a day.
It was enough to show how terrifying the Kun Peng bloodline was.
Da Mi resisted with all his might. After all, he was a big brother who had grown up in the midst of saber light and sword shadows, so he had some foundation.
Zhou Zhipeng was not as easy to deal with as he was to kill the emperor.
In this life and death battle, there was simply no time to exchange blows. The two of them were using their full strength.
Zhou Zhipeng took a deep breath and slashed eight times.
The watermelon knife in Da Mi's hand was cut into pieces.
Then, he shouted and slashed down.
"Puff!"
It was as if a watermelon had been split open, and blood splattered everywhere.
Da Mi's ferocious and frightened expression froze. Its head was split open and it fell heavily to the ground.
Zhou Zhipeng heaved a sigh of relief. The Eight Blade Breaker Strikes had hit his vitals.
Da Mi's death was somewhat tragic.
Zhou Zhipeng turned around and swept his gaze across the crowd with his reddened eyes.
Da Mi's underlings felt their hearts tighten, and they were all scared out of their wits.
They did not know how such a perverted person could exist in this world.
After fighting for so long, why was he still so explosive?
He had actually headshotted his boss with one slash.
Without a leader, this fight naturally wouldn't start.
Jing Kun was very excited. Now that Da Mi was dead, he could naturally swallow Da Mi's territory in Ciyun Mountain and gain many capable underlings.
This was a close call, but no danger. He had made a killing.
He picked up a cigarette and wiped the blood off his face.
"I'm taking over Da Mi's printing factory."”
"I, Jing Kun, am a spittle and a nail. The conditions I said just now are valid. Those who are willing to transfer to my Hongxing, come to report to me in Mongjiao!”
Da Mi's underlings were stunned on the spot. They had yet to recover from the fear brought by Zhou Zhipeng.
Although Jing Kun was leading the team in today's tough battle, what was imprinted in the depths of everyone's souls was the fierce Kun Peng that spread its wings and flew.
Many years later, if this battle was mentioned again, it would still be a topic of conversation.
Zhou Zhipeng was really too fierce. It was hard not to remember him.
Zhou Zhipeng saw that no one responded to Jing Kun, so he took a step forward with a cold expression on his face.
"Are you deaf or mute? Didn't you hear what Brother Kun said?”
This frightening appearance scared the group of underlings so much that they retreated continuously.
"I heard you, big brother!"
"Yes, Brother Peng!"
Zhou Zhipeng narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone. He said with a monstrous aura,
"If there's anyone here who's not convinced, feel free to come and find me. If you want to go down and sell salted duck eggs with Da Mi, I'll send you on your way!”
As soon as he said this, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and waved their hands.
Unless they were tired of living, who would dare to refuse?
The nickname Kun Peng became famous in one battle!
Jing Kun was very pleased to see Zhou Zhipeng protecting him.
He threw away the watermelon knife in his hand and put his arm around Zhou Zhipeng's shoulder."
"Da Peng, in the future, no one will dare to say anything if I say that you're the fiercest son of mine! Haha!"
"It's all thanks to Brother Kun's guidance. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to use it!”
Zhou Zhipeng said humbly.
Now, he had no followers, no money, no territory, and was arrogant in front of his boss. Did he not want to live anymore?
Don't think that just because he had the Eight Blade Shattering Blades and the Kun Peng Bloodline, he would dare to go against the entire Hongxing.
One had to know that in the world of young and dangerous people, there were also many people with extremely strong martial strength.
There was always a higher mountain, and he could not let his guard down.
Before one's strength had grown to a certain level, one had to keep a low profile and make money in a high-profile manner.
When Jing Kun heard this, he thought,"This young man is not bad."
If it was any other dwarf, he would have been proud of his achievements.
Zhou Zhipeng was not arrogant at all. He was very satisfied.
"Dapeng, can you do it now? Do you want to go to the hospital to get it treated?”
"Brother Kun, we're both men. You're asking me if I can do it?" Zhou Zhipeng chuckled.”
"You can arrange eight or ten girls for me. I can take turns!”
Jing Kun threw a cigarette to Zhou Zhipeng."Alright, go take a bath in the hot spring and relax. Come to my office tonight.”
"No problem, I'll listen to Brother Kun."
Zhou Zhipeng lit his cigarette and took a deep breath.
"Brother Kun, what should we do with the egg powder sent by Big B?”
Silly Qiang was injured, but as the leader of Liang Kun, he endured the pain and stayed at the scene to deal with the affairs.
Zhou Zhipeng looked up.
Wumu, Chen Haonan, Shanji, and Datian Er had been beaten beyond recognition by the Emperor.
One by one, they fell to the ground like dead dogs.
If one didn't look at the head shape carefully, there wouldn't even be a human shape.
Jing Kun rolled his eyes. He was full when he saw these people.
He couldn't help, but he was the first to cause trouble.
Just the exorbitant settling down allowance and the high medical expenses were enough to give him a headache.
It was better not to borrow this weapon.
However, Jing Kun couldn't ignore it.
After all, Chen Haonan and the others were external help sent by Big B.
Although it was for official business, it was someone he borrowed.
If anything happened, he would not be able to explain himself.
After all, if he did not care, who would lend him troops in the future?
"Silly Qiang, take good care of these people!”
Jing Kun gritted his teeth as if Chen Haonan was his enemy. Wasn't he his enemy if he made him bleed for no reason?
Silly Qiang looked at Jing Kun's expression and blurted out,
"Understood, Brother Kun. I will definitely take good care of him. Chop him into a human stick and throw him into the sea!”
Jing Kun slapped the back of Silly Qiang's head and said angrily,
"Stuff your grandmother's leg, be careful that you'll be filled into the sea by Big B!”
"Send these good-for-nothings to the hospital and treat them!”
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