Chapter 1906: Chapter 1902: Instant Kill Head-On
"Hehe, but this thing looks really good."
Sun Zhuangjia wasn’t angry, reaching out to touch Tang Ming’s chest.
"Don’t touch me, you creep."
Just as Sun Zhuangjia was about to touch Tang Ming’s body, a baby’s voice rang out, and then Sun Zhuangjia was thrown back by an invisible force.
"What the heck is going on?"
Sun Zhuangjia fell to the ground, staring at Tang Ming in disbelief.
"I have no idea!"
Tang Ming shrugged, thinking it might have something to do with Little Honghong, but he couldn’t explain it right then.
"Don’t let him escape."
Though he didn’t know what happened, Zhuge Guang’s first reaction was not to let Tang Ming leave.
Mo Wenming and Jin Zizai also reacted, leading their men to surround Tang Ming.
"Escape? I really wasn’t planning on that today."
Tang Ming snorted coldly, looking energetically at the dozen Martial Generals around him.
"Hahaha, interesting, so very interesting!"
Zhang Chuming, who had been watching, suddenly laughed: "It seems Tang Ming has escaped the dire straits, you’ve turned from a siege into a breakout battle, we can’t sit idly by."
"Zhang Chuming, what’s that supposed to mean?"
Zhuge Guang and the others looked warily at Zhang Chuming.
"Hehe, before, even if we took action, it wouldn’t have helped much, but now it seems we can join the fight."
Zhang Chuming stretched his muscles, "I don’t know what you want, but it’s better for Tang Ming to have it than to let you take it! Baobao, get ready to bury them."
"Got it! I’ve been waiting for this."
Zhang Baobao jumped up with a shovel, saying no more, directly swinging the shovel at the nearest person from Heavenly Wolf Palace.
"Brother, you survived a great disaster; let’s break out together."
Meng Xianjun also summoned Gang Qi, ready to act.
"Kill him! Don’t mind others, kill Tang Ming first."
Mo Wenming coldly ordered.
"Still thinking of murder? It’s not that simple."
Meng Xianjun snorted coldly, quickly rushing to Tang Ming with Tianye Yingzi.
Zhang Chuming retreated to the edge of the crowd, knowing he couldn’t involve himself in a battle between Martial Generals as just a peak Samurai.
Zhang Baobao, twirling his shovel, was already fighting with someone, and although he hadn’t gathered Gang Qi, he forcibly subdued a strong Martial General.
"Baobao, why do you never follow the rules?"
Seeing Zhang Baobao fighting a Dragon Group Martial General farther and farther from the main battlefield, Zhang Chuming painfully covered his eyes.
In this situation, Zhang Baobao should have joined Tang Ming like Meng Xianjun, gathering combat strength, but that silly girl just chased after the Martial General.
By the looks of it, Zhang Baobao wouldn’t stop until she buried that Martial General.
"Junior Brother, the situation still seems grim."
Once Tang Ming and the others gathered together, Sun Zhuangjia nervously looked at the group of Martial Generals around them.
"Indeed, not optimistic."
Meng Xianjun nodded, looking worriedly at Tang Ming, "I’m risking a lot for you this time, but the situation seems quite tough for a breakout now.
Faced with so many Martial Generals, I can barely protect myself, do you have a way to break out?"
"Breakout? That was never my plan."
Tang Ming smirked, reattaching Tianye Yingzi’s arm, murderous intent clear, "It’s rare to face so many big force experts, today I want a good fight."
"Brat, still so arrogant at this point."
Hearing this, Jin Zizai mocked disdainfully: "Even though I don’t know how you escaped from the Netherworld Road’s men, we’re not that ragtag bunch from there, we won’t let you escape."
"Oh really? Do you dare to take me on alone?"
Tang Ming stared fiercely at Jin Zizai, shirtless.
"I..."
"No need to duel with him."
The Fleshy Monk rubbed his bald head: "Since the Heavenly Mechanism Sect’s formation is broken, and their few members seem powerless, whoever catches Tang Ming now gets the Ancient Poison Crystal Core, losing a competitor."
"Makes sense."
Jin Zizai nodded, confidently looking at Tang Ming: "Tang Ming, this isn’t a Jianghu duel, we’re executing a mission for Heavenly Wolf Palace, hand over the Ancient Poison Crystal Core, or don’t blame us for ganging up."
"If you’re not afraid of death, come on."
Tang Ming touched his tattoo, fearless.
"Wait a minute."
Mo Wenming frowned, watching Meng Xianjun cautiously: "Young Master Meng, this has nothing to do with you, you’d better stay out of it, I don’t want to offend the Meng family."
"Hehe, this is only personal between me and Tang Ming, if you kill me, the Meng family won’t trouble you."
Meng Xianjun smiled lightly.
"Nonsense!"
Mo Wenming rolled his eyes; if the Meng family’s young master was killed, it would drive them mad, and they would definitely take action.
With Meng Xianjun in the way, Mo Wenming was at a loss. He couldn’t let Tang Ming go, but the Southern China Meng family was a hidden giant, even the Dragon Group was reluctant to provoke them, stuck in a dilemma.
"Why haven’t you started? I’ve already buried one."
As they stood in a deadlock, Zhang Baobao returned with a shovel.
"Hm? Where’s my partner?"
Jin Zizai’s face changed, quickly asking.
"I’ve buried him. Who’s next?"
Zhang Baobao smiled, scanning the group with unfriendly eyes.
"Damn it! The Dragon Group fears the Meng family, but Heavenly Wolf Palace doesn’t, attack together, make it quick."
Seeing one of his own already downed by Zhang Baobao, the Fleshy Monk roared, summoning his Vigorous Air Armor and charging quickly at Tang Ming.
Jin Zizai and others didn’t waste words, following behind the Fleshy Monk to attack Tang Ming.
"Watch out! This monk is an external master, capable of withstanding my full force strike, he’s tough to deal with."
Meng Xianjun warned gravely.
"Go big, end it soon, too much time already wasted."
Tang Ming raised his hand slowly, silently cultivating.
"Swoosh!"
As the Fleshy Monk charged, a red light flashed, striking fiercely at the monk’s head.
"Ah!"
The Fleshy Monk screamed, his Gang Qi dispersed, a horrifying bloody hole appeared on his head, white liquid seeping, then he collapsed, motionless.
Seeing this, Jin Zizai and the others stopped, bewildered by the motionless Fleshy Monk.
"Dead, he’s dead."
Jin Zizai checked the Fleshy Monk, utterly dumbfounded.
The Fleshy Monk was a Cross Training Martial General, with astonishing defensive power, his head was specially trained, akin to the legendary Iron Head Skill, yet now he was shot in the head upfront, it was like seeing a ghost.
