Urban All-Round Master

"If you want a fight, then let’s fight!"

The blonde man knew they wouldn’t let him go, so his aura erupted with anger, and he swung the large iron hammer in his hand again.

His steps were as swift as lightning, advancing and swinging the large iron hammer viciously towards the Eastern Cultivator.

"Hehe. Kill!"

The black-haired man holding a long spear grinned widely, swiftly moving forward with the long spear.

"Whoosh!"

The long spear pierced the air, aimed directly at the blonde man’s chest.

"Clang!"

The hammer struck downward fiercely, with immense gravity bending the long spear slightly!

"You!"

The man holding the spear was taken aback; the power contained in the hammer was immense. Had he not stepped back, the hammer’s force might have injured him.

"Die!" The blonde man knew it would be difficult to escape today, so why not fight a grand battle? Even if he were to die here, he’d drag them along.

Killing one would settle scores, killing two would be a gain, and killing three would make a big profit.

Facing his opponent’s desperate struggle and reckless assault, the black-haired man was startled as the iron hammer relentlessly forced him to retreat, fearing a hammer might injure him. Engaging in the Dark Prison conflict would no longer be about surviving; seeing the Dark Prison itself would become questionable.

"Roar!"

The blonde man roared, his steps like a gale, exerting an extraordinary force with the hammer, continuously suppressing the opponent, rendering them incapable of counterattack.

"Bang!"

The long spear was bent into a hook shape under the hammer’s gravity.

Meanwhile, the other Eastern Cultivators were also being fully suppressed by the Western Cultivators. With the Western Cultivators fighting like cornered beasts, risking everything, even death could come unexpectedly.

Thus, the Eastern Cultivators found themselves at a disadvantage when the battle started.

"Young Lin, should we lend them a hand?" The handsome man casually watched; the Eastern Cultivators were being fully suppressed, and he knew they might soon be defeated.

Continuing like this would lead to no gain.

"Not yet, let’s wait." Lin Zifeng smiled, stroking his chin with confidence.

He wanted to wait for the opportunity until the Eastern Cultivators were completely crushed. Then, stepping in would be perfect.

"Argh!!!"

Simultaneously, the black-haired man holding the spear got heated, let out a long roar to the sky, grasped the spear with his right hand, and aggressively lunged forward, the spear’s energy erupted wildly, sending purple light soaring.

It clashed fiercely with the opponent’s hammer, bang!

The Western Cultivator was blasted away by the spear’s energy on the spot.

Heavily striking a large tree behind him, he swiftly scrambled up from the ground; however, a hot surge in his chest threatened to gush out, which he barely managed to swallow down.

He forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood instead of spewing it.

"Hehe, that’s all?" The black-haired man sneered coldly, advancing while the opponent was injured and unable to recover quickly, the spear slashing horizontally.

His steps were as fast as a lightning bolt, striding forward, swinging the long spear pointed directly at the blonde man. This thrust nearly embodied all his strength; should it hit, the opponent would surely die.

However... just as his spear was nearing, a bizarre scene unfolded!

The opponent slowly raised his cold eyes, taking out a handful of white powder from his chest, and threw it abruptly at the black-haired man’s face.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

The white powder landed in his eyes, instantly producing a sizzle sound.

The intense pain made the black-haired man cry out in agony, yet no matter how he rubbed his eyes, it was to no avail.

Seeing this, Lin Zifeng had to reassess the Western Cultivators; they were indeed shameless.

Unable to defeat others, they resorted to such despicable methods to harm them; this tactic might be usable, but it stooped low nonetheless.

Lin Zifeng disdained such means.

"Fool, you think you can kill me? All’s fair in war, and you’re boasting in front of me with your meager experience? Die!"

The blonde man sneered coldly, grasping the hammer again to heavily strike the black-haired man’s abdomen.

"Bang!"

The hammer struck instantly, making the black-haired man spew blood, flying back dozens of meters; a large blood mark appeared on his abdomen, as if something had torn his insides!

"Hehe, die!"

The blonde man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swinging the hammer as he charged towards the black-haired man.

"Handsome guy, it’s your time to act." Lin Zifeng’s eyes emitted cold light.

"Alright! I’ve been waiting for this." The handsome guy howled and zipped forward like lightning towards the blonde man.

"Hehe, kid, aren’t you tough? Come, play with your mighty uncle." The handsome guy sneered at him.

With this stance, even the surrounding energy in the air was stirred.

All the surrounding trees vibrated under the energy’s force.

"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!"

Unexpectedly, the blonde man was not afraid but turned fiercely, showing a defiant face at the handsome guy, throwing a handful of white powder and smashed forward with the hammer.

"Damn! You’re using this trick again?"

The handsome guy blew, dispersing all the white powder, but he never expected the guy to use the same method to deal with him; it was incredibly outdated!

"Can’t you offer anything fresh?" The handsome guy looked displeased.

When the opponent’s hammer pounded down, he ripped the hammer into pieces with his claws, turning it into scrap metal.

Then, the divine mastiff flicked its tail, slamming the opponent into the large tree behind.

Afterward, its huge body descended from the sky, crushing hard onto him.

"Pugh!"

The blonde man spat blood on the spot.

Several hundred kilograms of weight wasn’t to be trifled with; no one could withstand the handsome guy’s crushing force helplessly?

Even if not dead, he’s probably half-dead.

"Boy, you play pretty well, 666."

The handsome guy leaned on him, sneering.

This makes the blonde man wish to die.

Being bullied by a dog, it’s worse than dying.

The black-haired man slowly stood, rubbing his eyes, taking advantage of the handsome guy’s neglect, somehow clutching a sharp dagger.

He lunged forward, stabbing the blonde man’s chest fiercely five or six times!

Blood sprayed wildly; the blonde man struggled painfully a few times before becoming silent...

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