The dagger sliced toward him, yet Chen Feng didn't even flinch, bringing the shovel down toward Nieluo's head with undiminished speed!
It wasn't that Chen Feng didn't want to dodge; it was that he had no choice!
This dagger-wielder was incredibly fast and specialized in sneak attacks. Although both his recent thrusts were head-on, they were aimed at the most crucial spots Chen Feng had to protect. While the dagger strike alone wouldn't be fatal, the Bronze Maul from the other attacker would surely kill him ten times over!
He had to deal with this guy first!
Chen Feng made a swift decision in his mind, which is why he didn't evade! If he dodged, the combined assault of the two would leave him in an even more desperate situation. The longer the fight dragged on, the greater his peril. It was better to finish this quickly!
"Pfft!"
The razor-sharp dagger plunged deep into Chen Feng's chest, but just as it struck, he subtly shifted his body, narrowly missing a vital spot.
Nieluo, achieving his objective, tried to recoil instantly, escaping the swing of the shovel!
At that moment, the shovel was still nearly half a foot away from him. Given his speed, escaping the shovel's range shouldn't have been an issue. It was precisely because he factored this in that he hadn't stopped his attack, even witnessing Chen Feng's apparent willingness to trade injuries.
But the moment his feet moved, he felt immense pressure surge from above, a crushing weight pinning him down.
Nieluo's face contorted in shock. His Dou Qi surged outward like free-flowing water, wildly converging above his head. He hurriedly lifted his left arm, intending to block the shovel's descent!
But it was too late. The advantage Chen Feng gained by sacrificing his own injury, if lost now, would be equivalent to suicide. With a sickening crack, the sound of bone shattering echoed. Nieluo’s entire arm was severed clean off at the socket! Blood immediately erupted in a torrent!
The downward force of the shovel, even after being intercepted by his arm, showed no sign of slowing; in fact, it seemed to accelerate. It was about to smash directly into his head!
"Nieluo!"
Paul roared. The Bronze Maul in his hand violently thrust forward, aimed straight at Chen Feng's face!
Besieging Wei to rescue Zhao!
The face was the spot Chen Feng had to save. If he turned to protect himself, the shovel in his left hand could never land its blow! This would save Nieluo's life!
Paul’s strategy was sound, and under normal circumstances, it would have been the best course of action! However, he had chosen the wrong opponent for this tactic!
"Agh!" Chen Feng bellowed, his left-handed shovel swinging even faster, without the slightest hesitation, its tremendous force smashing the opponent into a pulpy mess.
"Die!" Paul’s eyes went blood-red as the Bronze Maul connected solidly with Chen Feng's face!
The impact of the maul, combined with the muscle power fueled by his Dou Qi, carried far more than ten thousand catties of force—enough to punch a hole clean through even an iron golem!
"Is he dead?" Paul felt a moment of disorientation, "Nieluo..."
Nieluo and he were the perfect match, inseparable companions who always undertook missions together. This history had forged a synergy beyond mere partnership; it was the bond of brotherhood!
To witness his partner, his brother, smashed into oblivion by a strange youth wielding a shovel...
Although he knew this day might eventually come, now that it had truly arrived, his heart was filled with unconquerable regret and pain!
"I will tear you limb from limb!" Paul resolved, his rage hardening. While killing Chen Feng would avenge Nieluo, mere death was insufficient satisfaction; he had to grind him into paste too!
With this thought, he raised the maul to strike Chen Feng's head again!
Unexpectedly, the maul seemed to be fused to Chen Feng's face, utterly unmoving! A chilling premonition struck Paul, and as he focused his gaze, his face immediately paled!
Where the maul had seemingly struck his face, it was... caught fast by the grip of one of Chen Feng's hands!
Paul felt his heart seize; he simply couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him!
The impact carrying tens of thousands of catties of force—and the opponent caught it barehanded? Was this... even human?
He hadn't used any Dou Qi; this was purely muscle power!
If he had used Dou Qi, Paul would have definitely sensed it. To catch his full, enraged strike with the Bronze Maul barehanded, without activating Dou Qi... just how immensely powerful were this fellow's muscles!
As the strongest individual in the entire Pterodactyl Knight Corps, Paul possessed an acute understanding of sheer physical strength. In his shock, a terrible, helpless terror welled up from the depths of his heart!
Chen Feng held the oncoming shovel steady in his right hand, fixing his cold stare upon Paul, and softly uttered a single word:
"Break!"
With a twist upon the maul, the muscles of his arm surged forward like waves. Immense power manifested at his wrist and forearm, followed by a sharp crack. The heavy Bronze Maul, weighing seventy or eighty catties, snapped in half!
Snapping a bronze maul, thick as a grown man's arm, cleanly in two—and without using Dou Qi! What kind of strength was this!
"Monster!"
Every Dragon Knight witnessing this scene felt the same thought surface in their minds!
The severed half of the maul, controlled by Chen Feng, tore through Paul’s chest like a gale.
Paul, still lost in shock, died before fully comprehending what happened.
"Aaaargh..." Chen Feng threw his head back and roared toward the sky! Blood from his chest dripped steadily from the embedded dagger. In fact, no one noticed that several drops of his blood had already stained the blackened shovel...
In these brief moments, although he had killed his opponents, his Cyclone Force and spirit were severely depleted, and his body was heavily wounded—he was at his absolute limit. Yet, even in death, the tiger displayed its might. Chen Feng’s display and his blood-soaked form stood before the assembled knights like an unconquerable demon god!
.........
The leader felt as if his heart might burst under the pressure!
This man looked like nothing more than a First-Tier Fighter, yet in under a minute, he had slain three Ninth-Rank Dragon Knights and wounded two others!
Moreover, he had caught Paul’s full-force Bronze Maul strike purely with his physical strength...
The leader stood frozen, sweat pouring down his body.
This situation could no longer be described as terrifying. If Chen Feng had killed Paul using a specialized technique or weapon, it wouldn't have delivered such a profound shock. But to break the Bronze Maul barehanded using only brute strength—the sense of deterrence was unparalleled!
It was the difference between watching a crane lift ten thousand catties and seeing a man hold that same weight in his bare hands; the psychological impact was vastly different!
Rubbing his hands together, the leader managed to calm his rising tension. This man must be killed; no living witness could be left behind, or perpetual anxiety would plague him!
With this realization, a look of grim determination flashed in the leader's eyes. He flicked his wrist and pulled out a strange, long sword!
The sword was engraved with flowing, wave-like patterns and exuded a dense aura of magic—it was a magical blade!
Under the influence of the leader's Dou Qi, the magic sword hummed softly. The leader sprang forward, instantly appearing behind Chen Feng, driving the blade toward his spine!
At this precise moment, Chen Feng didn't have a single wisp of Cyclone Force left in his body; he was at his most vulnerable moment!
.........
Luobo watched the blood dripping continuously from Chen Feng's chest, trembling violently!
"The breath of the Dragon God! This is the breath of the Dragon God..."
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