119: Stimulate potential

This veteran assassin was powerful, possessing one true form and five clones, surrounding Xu Jingzhe.

He was a seasoned veteran who knew how to stall for time. Although the six figures surrounded Xu Jingzhe, they did not engage in direct confrontation at all.

When Xu Jingzhe slashed with his Black Gold Long Saber, he would hurriedly retreat with strange footwork.

Xu Jingzhe watched coldly. Since the Prince dared to intercept and kill him, he never intended to let the Prince leave alive.

Then there would be no more stalling; it was time to end the battle.

The Golden Contamination Core and the energy stored within his cells were utilized simultaneously; his movement speed exploded, instantly closing the distance to the veteran assassin.

He shouted coldly, "Time Stop!"

With him as the center, everything within a two-meter radius of space was frozen, except for Xu Jingzhe himself.

The duration of the pause was two seconds, which was enough for Xu Jingzhe, who had a movement speed of two hundred meters per second. He swung his Black Gold Long Saber and flashed past.

He knelt on one knee, holding his long saber horizontally, panting heavily.

The ability Time Stop was too overpowered; it consumed a massive amount of energy from within his body. Using it once drained half of his internal energy.

Just then, six heads flew high into the air, blood splattering. Only one head landed; the other five were illusions and vanished into thin air.

Ignoring his injuries, Xu Jingzhe lifted the tuqi motorcycle and started it.

He gave chase.

It had to be said that this motorcycle gifted by Li Wenming was very durable; even after being battered and broken, it could still be ridden.

He twisted the throttle to the max, his speed soaring, leaving a series of afterimages behind the motorcycle.

Xu Jingzhe leaned down, hugging the bike body; the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

Utilizing Time Stop and unleashing his extreme speed meant he had no excess energy left to heal his injuries. Blood dripped from his wounds, stretched into thin threads by the speed.

From a distance, it looked as if countless blood-red blades of grass had grown behind Xu Jingzhe, each one standing straight.

Inside the yellow sports car, the Prince's expression was cold and grim. In his mind, a scene kept repeating. At such a close distance—less than a hundred meters—he could even dodge a modified Desert Eagle?

What kind of speed and reaction ability must that be!

This meant that the moment his index finger was about to pull the trigger, Lu Fei had observed this detail and then taken corresponding countermeasures.

Suddenly, his expression stiffened. He saw a motorcycle approaching at high speed in the rearview mirror of the sports car; who else could it be but Lu Fei.

"Useless trash, a forty or fifty-year-old veteran assassin couldn't even stall for two minutes!" Deep in the Prince's eyes was an unconcealable madness.

Not only did he not accelerate, but he instead tapped the brakes, slowing down.

When the distance between them closed, he jerked the steering wheel, performed a clean 180-degree drift, and the sports car began driving in reverse.

"Clang!"

The sports car's hood opened, revealing a cannon barrel aimed at Xu Jingzhe.

His slender fingers pressed the red button on the sports car.

"Hiss!"

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the lane between them was blown apart, collapsing inch by inch. A few hundred meters of the road in the middle became a dead end.

Thick smoke billowed, and gravel flew everywhere.

The sports car stopped. He stood in front of the car, lit a cigarette, hands in his pockets, looking at his masterpiece.

Laughing maniacally.

No matter how powerful, so what? So far, apart from a Contaminant, no one on Blue Star could withstand a single blow from a superpowered anti-aircraft cannon.

Suddenly, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

What!

Impossible!!

In mid-air, a dilapidated motorcycle, reduced to just its frame, charged out of the smoke and dust, trailing thick smoke behind it. The motorcycle's engine roared, making this quiet space hum with vibration.

On the motorcycle, a blood-covered figure stood on the pedals, right hand gripping the handlebar, left hand holding the Black Gold Long Saber, his eyes staring fixedly at the Prince like a hungry wolf.

A bone-chilling cold made the Prince tremble involuntarily; he didn't even feel it when the cigarette butt burned his mouth.

It was too shocking!

The motorcycle charged off the lane, reaching its peak. At this moment, Xu Jingzhe was already standing on the back of the bike, his internal energy circulating crazily. His sturdy legs bent slightly, and with a powerful push, he launched himself into the air.

A whistling sound pierced the clouds. The blood-covered figure drew an arc, gripping the saber with both hands, and slashed down at the Prince.

"Boom!"

The concrete road collapsed once again. From where Xu Jingzhe struck, the destruction spread for hundreds of meters. Thousands of pounds of concrete rubble crashed down, smashing the road and ground below, turning the area into ruins.

The Prince dodged, but his yellow sports car did not; it was buried by the rocks, becoming a pile of scrap metal.

His hands were trembling; his own strength was equivalent to that of a twenty-year Contaminator.

But!

He couldn't muster any heart to resist; he knew he could never have survived the range of the anti-aircraft cannon explosion.

On the road, a figure was fleeing desperately, terrified out of his wits.

Behind him was a bloody figure, completely unrecognizable. His flesh was mangled, large areas of white bone exposed. Even... one could see his heart beating powerfully, the sound like a war drum.

He held his long saber at an angle, the tip dragging on the ground, making a "hissing" sound and leaving a long white scratch.

One bloody footprint with every step, terrifying and chilling.

Even though he was walking slowly, and his afterimage had not yet dissipated, his true form had already reached dozens of meters away.

The Prince's legs were trembling, his throat tight, and he kept looking back. He had already notified Wang Teng, who would be arriving soon.

Sure enough, the sound of helicopter blades rotating came from the air.

Three ropes were lowered from the helicopter.

Wang Teng, with a grim face, slid down the rope quickly. Seeing that the Prince was fine, he let out a sigh of relief; fortunately, he wasn't too late.

His gaze lifted slightly, looking at Xu Jingzhe behind him, and for once, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Good!

This guy was definitely dead; he was surely at the end of his rope.

Fifth brother, Fourth brother has avenged you!

"Third brother, save me, save me quickly!"

"He... he is not human, not human." Seeing his savior, the Prince's speed increased even further, completely disregarding his image, forgetting that his own strength was sufficient to fight Xu Jingzhe.

Xu Jingzhe wiped the blood covering his eyes, seeing the newcomers clearly.

"Hehe..." He laughed, his throat hoarse, the laughter sounding like a ghost.

"You... think that because Wang Teng is here, you won't die?!"

In the distance, two more helicopters were approaching rapidly, the people inside looking anxious.

Qin Wushuang was on a video call with the head of the Wang family, Wang Tai, looking like an enraged lion. His aura was invisibly radiating, causing the surrounding air to distort.

The moment Wang Teng landed on the ground, Xu Jingzhe moved. His body's potential fully erupted; he was like a small golden sun, and the Golden Contamination Core was trembling.

His movement speed exceeded 200 meters per second, reaching 250 meters per second.

He covered the thousand-meter distance in six seconds.

"Ability... Time Stop!"

His voice rang out abruptly behind the Prince; the Prince's name was inscribed in the Book of Life and Death.

A dagger, forged from an unknown material, sliced diagonally across.

Xu Jingzhe's blood-red body flashed past, rushing in front of the Prince. With his back to him, his eyes, cold as thousand-year ice, stared at Wang Teng.

Then.

Two bodies fell simultaneously...