89: Chapter 89 Encirclement

The City Defense Army soldiers were fully armed, forming a perimeter.

Two people stood in front of the armored vehicle.

City Defense Army Commander Zhang Biao held a war blade.

Sun Decai, the boss of Spark Financial Group, stood to the side, sticking out his big belly.

Seeing Li Zhengyang's face, Sun Decai was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He recognized this face.

A month ago, it was this poor student who owed him high-interest loans; not only did he not repay the money, but he also sent the three underlings he dispatched for collection to the hospital.

Sun Decai raised his eyebrows, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Commander Zhang, it's this brat!"

Sun Decai pointed directly at Li Zhengyang.

"This brat not only owes me loan money that he hasn't repaid."

"And today he broke into the key training base to cause trouble; there's no way he's getting out of this."

Zhang Biao stared at Li Zhengyang, his gaze turning cold.

His Seventh-Grade Martial Sect qi and blood circulated within his body, his perception covering the area in front of him.

Zhang Biao raised his right hand.

The machine gunner on the armored vehicle rotated the turret, the thick gun barrel aiming at the teaching building exit.

A dozen soldiers stepped out of the formation, shouldering rocket launchers.

All guns and cannons were locked onto Li Zhengyang.

"Drop your weapon," Zhang Biao said.

His voice, mixed with the qi and blood of a Martial Sect, spread throughout the entire playground.

"Kneel down, hands behind your head. If you dare to move, I'll turn you into a sieve." Zhang Biao gave the ultimatum.

In the shadows of the teaching building entrance, Chen Hao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the formation outside, Chen Hao trembled violently.

He stretched out his thin, withered hands, grabbing the hem of Li Zhengyang's jacket tightly.

"Zhengyang, just give in! I think there's some misunderstanding here, let's explain it clearly first."

Chen Hao's voice was shaking.

He looked up at Li Zhengyang's back.

"Outside is an entire battalion of the City Defense Army! Those are all large-caliber machine guns and armor-piercing rocket launchers!"

"Commander Zhang Biao is a Seventh-Grade Martial Sect; most people can't withstand this kind of firepower coverage."

Chen Hao pulled hard on the clothes.

"Kneel down, saving your life is what matters!"

Li Zhengyang turned around and spat out two words.

"Hide well."

Then, he turned back around, carrying the dragon spear, and walked down the steps.

The City Defense Army soldiers' fingers were tightly pressed on the triggers, sweat seeping from their foreheads.

They were just waiting for Zhang Biao's arm to swing down.

Li Zhengyang ignored all the muzzles aimed at him and continued walking down.

Watching Li Zhengyang get closer and closer, Sun Decai ripped open his jacket and pulled a pistol from his waist.

The muzzle pointed directly at Li Zhengyang's chest.

"You little punk, do you still think it's the past?" Sun Decai shouted viciously.

Sun Decai took two steps forward.

"Today, not only will I beat you into meat paste here, but I'm also going to investigate your background!"

"Where do your mom and dad live? I'll take people to tear your hometown apart!"

Li Zhengyang stopped at the bottom step.

He raised his head, scanning everyone present.

His gaze finally fixed on Sun Decai's face.

The killing intent in the depths of his eyes surged in an instant.

The qi and blood of a First-Grade Martial Venerate circulated in his meridians.

He released less than one percent of his Martial Venerate pressure.

The invisible pressure swept out in all directions with Li Zhengyang as the center.

The air on the playground became heavy.

The City Defense Army soldiers surrounding the outer circle bore the brunt of it.

The soldiers felt as if their bodies had been hit hard by a heavy object, their breathing stopping instantly.

Their faces quickly turned a purple-blue color.

Over a hundred soldiers fell in rows, their hands clutching their own throats tightly, gasping for air.

Zhang Biao's reaction wasn't any better.

He was a Seventh-Grade Martial Sect, and his perception of the pressure within his body was the clearest.

The moment the pressure descended, the qi and blood in Zhang Biao's body completely stopped flowing.

His meridians were tightly locked by this force.

Cold sweat soaked his back in a second.

Zhang Biao's legs trembled, his knees bent forward, and he knelt down.

He stared at Li Zhengyang, his mind blank.

What kind of realm is this?

A Seventh-Grade Martial Sect didn't even have the qualification to draw a blade in the face of this aura.

Could he be a Martial King?

An absurd thought popped into Zhang Biao's mind, and he dared not continue thinking.

The pressure deliberately avoided Sun Decai.

Sun Decai stood in place, watching the surrounding soldiers collapse, his face full of astonishment.

"What are you all doing!" Sun Decai roared at the soldiers on the ground.

Not a single soldier could answer him.

Sun Decai turned his head to look at Zhang Biao.

"Commander Zhang! Open fire! Why are you City Defense Army guys playing dead!"

Zhang Biao hung his head, trembling all over, with no strength to pay attention to him.

Sun Decai was furious.

He strode to the nearest armored vehicle, grabbed the handles of the heavy machine gun with both hands, turned the gun body, and aimed the barrel at Li Zhengyang.

"Useless trash!"

"I'll do it myself! Go to hell, you poor wretch!"

Sun Decai's eyes were bloodshot, his finger pulling the trigger.

Li Zhengyang watched Sun Decai on the armored vehicle quietly.

Li Zhengyang raised his right hand.

He pressed his thumb against his middle finger.

He bent his finger.

And flicked lightly.

A visible burst of qi flew from his fingertips.

The qi tore through the air, emitting a loud boom.

Bang.

The qi accurately hit the chamber of the heavy machine gun.

The gun chamber made of fine steel exploded.

Sun Decai let out a scream, covered his face with both hands, and fell straight down from the armored vehicle.

His body slammed heavily onto the ground.

Li Zhengyang carried the dragon spear and stepped toward Sun Decai.

Every step was like a step on Zhang Biao's tense nerves.

Seeing Li Zhengyang walking over, fear welled up in Sun Decai's heart.

He took out a black token.

The surface of the token was engraved with complex blood-colored patterns, exuding a fishy smell.

Sun Decai held the token up with one hand, hissing at Li Zhengyang.

"You dare to touch me! You absolutely cannot touch me!"

Sun Decai held the token higher.

"I am the person in charge of the East City appointed by Lord Blood Demon! This token is proof of my identity!"

Sun Decai's eyes flashed with madness.

"You destroyed the training base, and now you've hurt me. You're dead!"

Sun Decai swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"Once Lord Blood Demon arrives, you and everyone in the entire East City will be slaughtered!"

"Wait for your death!"

After Sun Decai finished roaring, he gripped the blood-patterned token tightly.

Li Zhengyang stopped in front of Sun Decai.

Without a word, he raised his right foot.

He stepped on Sun Decai's left ankle.

And ground down hard.

Crack.

The sound of bone breaking rang out.

"Ah!" Sun Decai screamed, his eyes bulging.

Li Zhengyang didn't stop, and stepped down on his right ankle again.

Crack.

"Ah!"

"You..."

Sun Decai was twitching in pain, his voice growing weak.

Li Zhengyang squatted down.

He reached out his left hand, gripped the wrist of Sun Decai's right hand that was holding the token.

With a light snap.

Sun Decai's forearm bent backward at an inverse angle.

The token fell from his palm.

Li Zhengyang caught the token and looked at it in his hand.

The material was special, and there was a faint residual aura of the Demon race on it.

Li Zhengyang put the token into his pocket.

"Are you done?" He looked at Sun Decai.

Sun Decai was covered in snot and tears at this moment.

With three of his four limbs crippled, he could no longer shout threats and was left only with wailing.

Li Zhengyang stood up, turned around, and looked at Zhang Biao, who was trembling while leaning on his war blade.

Zhang Biao met Li Zhengyang's gaze, his heart shrinking.

"City Defense Army Commander."

Zhang Biao's lips trembled, unable to make a sound.

"Taking the military pay issued by the Great Xia military department to act as a bodyguard for the lackeys of the Demon race."

Li Zhengyang took a step forward.

"Who gave you the nerve?"