Cyber Daming

The tree is as straight as a spear, and its crown is like a sharp edge. It points to the moon in the distance, with murderous intent.

In the dark forest where he couldn't even see his fingers, Zhao Qingxia staggered, his body was covered with blood, and before it solidified, it was covered by dripping new blood, layer upon layer.

The pale-faced young man smiled bitterly, "Old Ma, what time is it now? Why the hell do I feel a little sleepy."

"Don't talk nonsense with me. That farm dog is dead. Now as long as we get rid of Scarface, we will be safe."

Prince Ma's anxious voice came from the red eyes in his helmet, "You brat, you must not sleep."

"Okay, stop howling. I was just teasing you, but it's true that you need to take a breather. If you keep running, you will bleed out."

Zhao Qingxia quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged into his throat, leaned his back against a big tree and slowly slid down, finally collapsing to the ground.

"Old Ma, where are these people coming from? Have you figured it out?"

Prince Ma snorted coldly, "Who else could it be? Someone from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club!"

"So sure, how could you tell?"

"Didn't the pastoral dog whose head you punched off yelled two words, but you didn't even hear it?"

"That's strange. How did the people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club find our location? We obviously only contacted the club once, could it be..."

"You guessed it right, we must have been betrayed by someone in the guild."

Lord Ma said angrily: "Those damn beasts, if they don't work hard, I'm playing tricks with Lord Ma. I'll move all their butts to their heads when I turn around!"

Zhao Qingxia also rarely got angry and spouted a curse word, "Sew the bird into their mouths and let them eat it for the rest of their lives!"

It's no wonder that the two of them are so angry. You must know that Tianzhihui, as the most revered secret organization in the Mohist sequence, advocates "love for all, non-aggression, and be a hero to stop fighting". Internally, it requires members to love and help each other. Compared with Pao Gehui, "How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with my son" is even worse.

Therefore, in Tianzhihui, it is extremely rare for someone to be betrayed by one of their own.

It has happened only a handful of times over hundreds of years, and each time it will serve as a classic case for new members to watch over and over again.

Lord Ma and Zhao Qingxia never expected that one day they would become victims and be made into a new case to warn future generations.

Zhao Qingxia was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Old Ma, who do you think is the person who betrayed us?"

"I'm not sure. The person I contacted this time was the 'Mo Gong' team in the meeting. I'm afraid everyone inside is suspected."

Lord Ma said in a guilty tone: "It's my fault too, I shouldn't have asked them for help."

"Hahaha, old horse, you sometimes stumble."

Zhao Qingxia joked nonchalantly and changed the topic: "But speaking of which, there has been no movement for a long time. Do you think you have gotten rid of the scar face?"

At this time, there was no other movement in the woods except for the sound of ghosts crying in the wind blowing on the treetops.

As soon as Zhao Qingxia finished speaking, Prince Ma's scream suddenly came to his ears: "Get out of the way!"

His body subconsciously rolled to the side, and the next second there was a sudden crackling sound of trees breaking above his head.

A ray of cold light split open the tree trunk and struck towards Zhao Qingxia's head!

Phew!

The blade cut open the tree trunk. Although Zhao Qingxia made a dodge in advance, a large piece of flesh was cut off from his left arm.

"So damn difficult."

Zhao Qingxia put one hand on the ground, jumped up, looked at the pair of extremely bright eyes in the darkness, and slowly took a deep breath.

The fishy earthy smell mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nose, clearing his mind that was dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

"Damn it, it feels weird without some music."

Zhao Qingxia shook his head and cursed with a smile. He stepped forward and rushed forward. The only right leg protected by the ink armor turned into a black shadow and swept two heads high.

clang!

Two horizontal knives slashed his legs apart, and his left fist struck the middle of Zhao Qingxia's legs with great viciousness.

The young man's face was full of anger, his body suddenly leaned back, and his left foot touched the two left wrists.

With his feet in the air, he used his hands as feet, and his body was spinning like a wheel, with the shadow of his legs flying and constantly sweeping in front of him.

For a while, there was a dense clang in the forest, like a heavy rain beating leaves, continuously.

"Mimic martial arts?"

Ertiao sneered, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "How long can your tattered ink armor support you?"

Buzz.

The buzzing sound of the mechanical heart was particularly harsh. Zhao Qingxia's eyes immediately narrowed, and he made a decisive decision. He used both hands to support it, and his whole body was like a powerful arrow from a string, heading straight for the opponent's chin.

clang!

There was a crisp sound.

Zhao Qingxia's heart suddenly sank when he saw that the opponent's left hand was placed in front of his throat. The flesh and blood of his palm was damaged, revealing the cold steel metacarpal bones underneath. He actually blocked his kick with one hand!

"Old Horse"

The big man's eyes were bright and penetrating, and he said in a neutral tone: "Without the blessing of Mo Jia, all your fancy things will have no effect."

boom!

The two fingers were clasped together, and the veins on the muscular arms were clearly visible, and Zhao Qingxia was thrown away.

Zhao Qingxia's back hit a tree hard and fell to the ground. Then he suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood and sprayed it in front of him.

The trembling big tree behind him shed a large number of fallen leaves, covering the young man's rickety shoulders, as if he was going to be buried here.

"I'm going to catch you without mercy. You don't have to die now."

"Still want to catch someone alive?"

Zhao Qingxia grinned, revealing a mouth of blood-stained teeth, with a stern look in his eyes, "Have your mother's spring and autumn dream."

Snapped!

Er Tiao stepped forward, held the knife in his backhand, and used the back of the knife to fly Zhao Qingxia away again.

"Surrender, you don't have to die now!"

The man's tone was stiff, and he repeated what he had just said, but the action of swinging the knife in his hand did not stop for a moment.

Snapped!

As soon as Zhao Qingxia stood up, he received another slap on the side of his face with the back of a knife. He immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood mist and staggered backwards.

Holding the tree trunk with his blood-stained palms, Zhao Qingxia endured the severe pain and stood upright while shaking.

"Hurt me? A month ago, I could have killed someone like you with one hand."

"Pretentious."

Ertiao snorted coldly and raised the back of the knife again, but his eyes suddenly flashed. Zhao Qingxia, who was already at the end of his strength, rushed towards him again!

He is begging for death

Er Tiao saw through Zhao Qingxia's thoughts and stood motionless.

It wasn't until the leg shadow hit him that he suddenly took a step forward, pushed his shoulder and elbow, and smashed his shoulder forward, hitting the middle of the leg shadow!

There was just a crisp sound, and the ink armor of Zhao Qingxia's right leg shattered, and the knee twisted and turned outwards. It was unexpectedly broken by the impact and flew backwards.

"Well."

Heart-rending pain came from his right leg. Zhao Qingxia bit her lips tightly and allowed the blood to flow all over her chest without letting out any screams.

"Smelly boy"

At this moment, a voice that had been silent for a long time finally sounded again.

In Zhao Qingxia's ears, he sounded so weak and tired.