Chapter 1743: One Strike, Instant Kill!

"My feelings for this place are far too deep. If you ask me to abandon it and leave, I truly do not know if I can hold on. So, I want to stay here. Even if I must trade my own life for the continuation of my family, I am willing."

Hearing Wang Peng say this, Zhao Yang immediately stood in deep respect.

"Wang Peng, your filial piety is admirable. Rest assured, since we have met, I will do my utmost to help you."

"Zhao Yang, thank you!" Wang Peng said, his face full of excitement.

Just at that moment, a clamor suddenly arose.

Zhao Yang and Wang Peng hurriedly turned to look at the sound and saw a crowd gathered not far away. Zhao Yang and Wang Peng exchanged glances, then ran over there.

Soon, Zhao Yang arrived before the crowd.

At this moment, a group of men were surrounded in the crowd; each held a sword or blade in hand, glaring angrily at the group before them. Amidst their standoff lay a young man, groaning in pain on the ground.

"It's you?" Zhao Yang recognized this young man as the one who had argued with him at the hotel entrance back then.

Hearing Zhao Yang's voice, that young man quickly turned his head to look at him. "You are Zhao Yang? Haha, you're here too?"

"You know me?" Zhao Yang was somewhat surprised.

"Hehe, how could I possibly forget you?" the young man sneered. "Back then, you kicked me down the stairs and broke my leg. Hmph! I haven't settled that score with you yet; today we will settle both old and new debts together."

Zhao Yang's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "That day, you clearly rushed up and bumped into me first; that is why I kicked you down the stairs."

"Hahaha." The young man laughed loudly. "You say you pushed me? That is simply ridiculous. Don't think I don't know; you didn't even touch me, you just deliberately pushed me aside."

A flash of cold light passed through Zhao Yang's eyes as he looked at the young man coldly. "I reiterate once more: that day, you indeed bumped into me first. Moreover, you admitted it. Is this not being too oppressive?"

"Too oppressive? Hahaha, so what if I bully you?" the young man laughed arrogantly. "You dared to injure my older brother; today you must pay with your life for my brother."

"I advise you to stop while you still can. Although you are a martial artist, your cultivation is not impressive. You are simply no match for me." Zhao Yang looked at him calmly.

"Hahaha, true, my cultivation indeed cannot compare to yours. But today, elders are here to visit; my brother is beside the elders protecting them. Do you think you still have any hope of victory?" The young man laughed wildly, then pointed at the crowd nearby. "Zhao Yang, look for yourself; there are so many martial artists here. On what basis do you think you can escape from us?"

Zhao Yang glanced at the surrounding crowd and saw that among these people, there were indeed several martial artists emitting not-weak auras.

"If you beg for mercy and kowtow to apologize now, I might spare your life." The young man looked at Zhao Yang and said slowly.

Zhao Yang said nothing, merely looking at him coldly.

"Damn it! You still won't beg for mercy?" the young man cursed angrily. "Do you know how dangerous your situation is right now? If it weren't for the elders arriving here today, I would absolutely not waste words with you here; I would have chopped you to death immediately."

Zhao Yang suddenly spoke. "If it is a contest of numbers, you are no match for me. I do not care whether you are elders or juniors; if you provoke me, I do not care who you are; I will kill directly!"

Upon hearing these words, those men immediately flew into a rage.

"Damn it, who do you think you are? Do you think you are an Otherworldly Demon?" the young man cursed. "Today, no matter what, we will slay you right here."

"Then let us see if you have the ability." Zhao Yang said coldly.

As the words fell, Zhao Yang rushed directly toward the young man.

"Everyone, do not fear! There is only one Otherworldly Demon; let us attack together and slay him right here!" someone shouted loudly.

These people were not foolish; they understood very clearly that given the terrifying strength Zhao Yang had just displayed, if Zhao Yang fought one-on-one, these people simply could not be his match.

Since they knew they could not win, these people could only join forces.

"Voom!"

Suddenly, sounds of wind tearing through the air erupted.

These men attacked Zhao Yang one after another.

"Come!" Zhao Yang let out a low shout and directly swung his right fist, launching a fierce attack on one of the men.

"Bang!"

Zhao Yang's fist collided with the other's sword and blade, producing a deafening sound.

Utilizing this force, Zhao Yang's body swiftly flashed to the side, directly creating distance between himself and the opponent.

Immediately after, Zhao Yang's figure flashed to the side of another man and directly chopped a hand blade toward the opponent's neck.

"Crack!"

This man's neck emitted a crisp sound; subsequently, his body flew backward like a sandbag, crashing directly onto the ground.

One strike, instant kill!

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly; the tendons and bones within his body roared violently.

Bang bang bang! After that, Zhao Yang did not pause for a moment; his figure flashed like wind among this group of people. Every attack struck vital points directly; one strike, instant kill!

"Stop him!" Seeing this, that young man shouted urgently. "Quickly stop him!"

He understood very clearly that if Zhao Yang continued like this, these people simply could not be his match.

But it was already too late!

Zhao Yang's figure was like a phantom; no one could stop him.

"You useless trash!" That young man shouted in a rage. "What are you all staring at? Attack quickly!"

Although those men obeyed the young man's orders, they dared not approach Zhao Yang lightly.

They all understood very clearly: Zhao Yang's strength was too powerful!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yang's figure appeared beside this young man and directly chopped a hand blade at his neck.

The young man never expected Zhao Yang's speed to be so fast; he could not make any reaction whatsoever.

"Bang!"

This young man fell backward directly, lying on the ground without any movement whatsoever.

Zhao Yang clapped his hands and looked coldly at the group on the ground. "Who else wants to try?"

Those men exchanged glances; they all saw fear in each other's eyes.

This Zhao Yang was truly terrifying!

"Let us go!" That young man swallowed hard and spoke.

As the words fell, this group turned and fled directly.

Zhao Yang stood in place, watching the direction they fled with cold indifference.

He did not worry that these people would seek revenge, for their strength was simply inadequate.

Zhao Yang cast a cold glance at the young man. "Self-inflicted ruin cannot be survived."

Afterwards, Zhao Yang turned and left this place. After leaving, he went straight back to the hotel.

No sooner had he entered the hotel than Zhao Yang heard bad news.

"What? Wang Peng was beaten and injured?" Hearing this news, Zhao Yang rushed directly into Wang Peng's room.

At this moment, Wang Peng lay on the bed, his face pale.

Zhao Yang hurried to the bedside. "What happened?"

Wang Peng pointed to his chest. "A group of people beat me."

Seeing the large bruise on Wang Peng's chest, Zhao Yang's heart was filled with extreme anger. "Why did they beat you?"

Wang Peng shook his head. "I do not know either; I do not know that group of people."

Zhao Yang frowned tightly. "You know nothing? Then how did you end up fighting them?"

Wang Peng sighed. "I do not know either. That group suddenly rushed in and, without saying a word, started beating me."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang felt somewhat puzzled as well.

Why would that group beat and injure Wang Peng for no reason?

"Any leads?" Zhao Yang asked.

Wang Peng shook his head. "Not yet. That group all wore masks, so their identities could not be identified at all."

Zhao Yang's heart felt somewhat puzzled as well.

What place is this? What person would be so bold? Dare to act here?

"I think this matter is related to that young man," Wang Peng spoke. "Initially, I had a conflict with that young man; later, he was killed by an Otherworldly Heavenly Demon. I feel this matter is not simple."

Zhao Yang also frowned. "That young man is already dead, and now we have no evidence to prove his identity. Moreover, this is not our territory; we are strangers here, so investigating will be quite difficult."

Wang Peng sighed. "I know, but I feel this matter certainly did not happen for no reason. I will continue investigating."

Zhao Yang gently patted Wang Peng's shoulder. "You must be careful; do not get beaten by others again."

Wang Peng smiled lightly. "I know."

In the following days, Zhao Yang and Wang Peng stayed in the hotel resting.

Although they very much wanted to leave this place, they also understood that now was not the time to leave.