novelraw Chapter 1273: Evil God vs. Europe’s Fiend
Chapter 1273: Evil God vs. Europe’s Fiend
No one worried anymore.
As long as Xiao Zheng was here, no matter how powerful the black-clad enemy was, he couldn’t cause much trouble. Could anyone be a match for Mr. Xiao?
"Mr. Xiao..." Both Long Qie and Titan felt a bit ashamed because they had failed the mission and even got injured by the black-clad man.
"You don’t need to blame yourselves. After all, he’s a whole realm beyond you. It’s normal to lose. Just keep training, and you’ll be fine."
Xiao Zheng did not reprimand the two but rather comforted them. Then he said, "You all step back. Leave the rest to me."
"Yes."
Both Long Qie and Titan were moved and retreated to the side.
Xiao Zheng looked at the black-clad man, his gaze gradually becoming sharp, and said, "Tell me your identity and background, and I’ll spare your life tonight."
"Such arrogance." The black-clad man sneered, "Are you the Heavenly Net Evil God? A mere youngster dares to speak to me like that?"
"How dare you!"
Long Qie, Titan, and Ten Killings were all furious. For their lord to be insulted, they naturally couldn’t tolerate the black-clad man belittling Xiao Zheng, and they reprimanded him one by one.
Xiao Zheng, however, raised his hand to calm everyone, then looked at the black-clad man and said, "You know I’m telling the truth. You’re not my match."
Xiao Zheng’s words were calm, yet they contained immense confidence. It’s important to know that his opponent was a Martial Saint, and no Martial Saint could be underestimated!
"Whether or not I’m your match, we’ll know after a fight. Just talking big serves no purpose." The black-clad man laughed coldly.
Then...
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and his body vanished from the spot!
The black-clad man launched his attack!
"Mr. Xiao, be careful." From afar, Long Qie and the others shouted, somewhat nervous.
Long Qie and Titan had just fought with this black-clad man and knew his horrors.
In the face of all this, Xiao Zheng remained calm, still standing with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, he raised his hand gently, striking the air to his left with no trace of fireworks. His motion appeared soft, but the speed was extremely rapid. His arm moved so fast that the visual nerves couldn’t capture it. Hence, to everyone watching, his arm simply vanished!
Boom!
The next moment, there was a loud bang, as if two giant beasts had collided. The air Xiao Zheng struck suddenly quaked violently, and the black-clad man’s body appeared.
Xiao Zheng’s hand had already firmly grabbed the black-clad man’s wrist!
"So strong..."
Long Qie and the others were shocked; earlier, under the black-clad man’s hand, they were utterly powerless. Yet now, Xiao Zheng was effortlessly overwhelming him!
"Ah..."
The black-clad man screamed; from where Xiao Zheng held his wrist, a burst of Gang Qi exploded, like thousands of steel needles shooting out.
Ssssss!
The white Gang Qi tore through the air like bullets, penetrating into the distant steel-reinforced concrete structures, and with a loud boom, obliterating them.
All faces were aghast—indeed, a Martial Saint’s methods were truly unbelievable.
Naturally, Xiao Zheng was unwilling to have direct collisions with the black-clad man, so he let go and swiftly sidestepped away.
The black-clad man sneered grimly; his hands suddenly morphed into ghost claws, nails rapidly growing long, his whole being shrouded in a chilling, eerie aura.
Shua!
Then, his two ghost claws launched a frenzied assault on Xiao Zheng, the sound never-ceasing, targeting all vital points on Xiao Zheng’s body.
Xiao Zheng continually retreated, dodging the black-clad man’s attacks as if taking a stroll, appearing very leisurely, as if the attacks held no significance.
The black-clad man was furious; his attack speed abruptly increased, filling the void with ghost claw phantoms, as if Hell had descended to earth—a terrifying sight.
The distant observers were stunned, knowing that a confrontation with the black-clad man would see them torn apart within moments.
Indeed, Martial Saints are terrifying!
Boom!
Both moved with extreme speed, now reaching the edge of the square. The black-clad man struck with a claw, and as Xiao Zheng dodged, he landed on a steel-reinforced concrete fortification. The black-clad man’s arm shook, and the fortification collapsed with a crash, debris flying, clouds of dust soaring.
"Evil God, are you only going to dodge?" the black-clad man roared in fury.
His inability to strike Xiao Zheng was driving him nearly mad.
In Xiao Zheng’s eyes, however, a trace of peculiarity flickered. The black-clad man seemed abnormal; he was too frenzied. If he were a normal Martial Saint, he’d stay calm and look for an opportunity.
Xiao Zheng smiled slightly. To someone like him, dealing with an abnormal Martial Saint was naturally easier!
All he needed was to find a flaw in the black-clad man to execute a death stroke!
Boom!
Seeing that his ghost claws couldn’t reach Xiao Zheng, the black-clad man suddenly changed forms, transforming his claws into fists, attacking fiercely like a torrential downpour towards Xiao Zheng.
Xiao Zheng continued avoiding, but after evading several punches, his brow suddenly furrowed; something felt wrong—the power in the black-clad man’s punches had diminished significantly.
"He’s brewing something!"
Xiao Zheng was suddenly alarmed.
Sure enough, the black-clad man started laughing triumphantly, "Evil God, you’re doomed..." and then he shouted loudly, shaking the skies.
"Divine Slaughter Eight Forms!"
Boom!
At this moment, the black-clad man seemed to transform into a demon, his sinister aura roiling like angry waves at sea. In an instant, he launched eight moves!
Gales howled, the land trembled, killing intent soared to the heavens—the Divine Slaughter Eight Forms transformed into phantom weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds, bows, cauldrons, bells, whips—eight weapons assaulted Xiao Zheng, with killing intent sharp enough to rend apart a man’s body.
"What move is this?" Long Qie and Titan gasped from afar in shock. It was terrifying, like a demon god had descended, wielding powers beyond mortals.
"Hmph!"
Xiao Zheng let out a cold snort, "Superfluous tactics, insignificant—watch as I crush them with one punch." As he spoke, he suddenly unleashed a punch.
A golden fist burst forth with blinding radiance, as if the sun had suddenly appeared in the sky, its presence overwhelming, its power intense.
Boom!
This punch smashed into those phantom weapons, crushing them effortlessly like dry twigs, then continued onto the black-clad man’s chest.
"Ah..."
The black-clad man screamed miserably, flung away like a rag doll, then crashed heavily to the ground.
Before the Evil God, he had no power to resist!
With a sudden crash, the black-clad Martial Saint slammed into the ground!
In the face of Xiao Zheng’s formidable strike, what could a Martial Saint do?
[Stay tuned, the exciting part is coming!]