Chapter 219: Liu Dong's Death

Both sides surged with all their Blood Qi onto their blades, locked in a fight to the death; fortunately, after Cheng Feng's enhancement by the serum, his own strength had greatly increased, completely suppressing the power of the bandit Liu Dong.

At this moment, the standoff between Cheng Feng and Liu Dong seemed to make them the only living things in this space. Every clash of their weapons was accompanied by a deafening sound, echoing through the empty space and stirring up layers of reverberations.

Seeing this, Wu Jiang and Liuding hurried to provide reinforcements. Their fists and blades struck at Cheng Feng simultaneously. However, Cheng Feng executed the Chaotic Void Steps, weaving and shifting to easily neutralize their offensive.

Wu Jiang was so angry he stomped his feet: "What kind of hero are you, slippery as a monkey! If you've got the guts, take a punch from me!"

Cheng Feng did not care about a tank like Wu Jiang with such slow attack speed. He was more concerned with Liuding's swift movement technique. Meanwhile, Liu Dong, who had already reached Blood Refining Perfection, stared at Cheng Feng like a tiger watching its prey, seemingly ready to seize any opportunity to deal him a heavy blow.

Three Blood Refining practitioners—two at the middle stage and one at perfection—yet facing such immense pressure, Cheng Feng felt nothing but excitement. He could use this opportunity to improve his practical combat experience.

With the Mechanical Dog at his side, how could he lose with such an overwhelming advantage? But he still could not be too careless.

Focusing his senses, Cheng Feng's figure moved like a fish in water, weaving between Wu Jiang and Liuding; every turn and leap avoided their attacks perfectly while he searched for a chance to counterattack.

A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth, indifferent to Wu Jiang's various taunts, while he secretly calculated in his heart how to deal with these two formidable opponents simultaneously, along with the predatory Liu Dong.

The Chaotic Void Steps under Cheng Feng's feet became increasingly proficient; Wu Jiang's roars and attacks were like a violent storm, yet they could not touch Cheng Feng in the slightest, and he could only watch helplessly as his opponent moved around him, his face turning livid with rage.

As for Liuding, he was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, every strike exceptionally precise and swift, attempting to deliver a fatal blow the moment Cheng Feng revealed a flaw.

Cheng Feng's gaze became exceptionally sharp; he had to remain vigilant at all times, for Liuding's movement technique was indeed the most troublesome he had ever encountered.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless—Liuding had mastered the essence of these three traits.

"Hmph, it won't be that easy to find my flaws," Cheng Feng thought to himself, while adjusting his breathing to let his Blood Qi flow more smoothly through his body. He deliberately exposed a flaw to lure Liuding into the trap, but unexpectedly, Liuding did not take the bait and instead observed every move Cheng Feng made with even greater caution.

Just then, the Blood Refining Perfection practitioner Liu Dong could no longer restrain himself; spotting an opportunity, he surged forward like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, lunging straight at Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng was prepared; he shifted his body to the side and used the momentum to counterattack, slamming a fist into Liu Dong's side. Liu Dong let out a cold snort, his body twisting in a strange way to narrowly avoid the blow, while simultaneously slashing back at Cheng Feng with his blade.

"Die!" Cheng Feng shouted, his internal Blood Qi boiling; he also swung his blade to meet the attack, and the two blades collided violently in the air, erupting with a dazzling light.

This time, Cheng Feng erupted once more, concentrating all his strength into this single strike, vowing to crush Liu Dong completely.

"Bang!" With a loud crash, their blades met again, but this time, Cheng Feng's strength clearly held the upper hand. Liu Dong's expression changed abruptly as he felt the blade in his hand trembling violently, as if it were about to snap at any moment. Cheng Feng seized the opportunity to press the attack, slamming a heavy punch into Liu Dong's chest and sending him flying.

"Cough, cough..." Liu Dong fell to the ground, a large mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth; he looked at Cheng Feng in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Seeing this, Wu Jiang and Liuding felt a chill in their hearts; they realized that the man before them was no longer an opponent they could easily handle.

Cheng Feng stood where he was, his gaze like torches, scanning the three people in front of him.

After fighting with all their might for a long time, sweat slid down Liu Dong's forehead and dripped onto the cold ground, evaporating instantly.

Cheng Feng's eyes remained firm and cold, as if they could pierce through the night and look directly into the depths of Liu Dong's fear.

Thanks to the body enhanced by the serum, his extraordinary stamina left Cheng Feng only slightly out of breath.

Seeing that they could not defeat Cheng Feng despite a long assault, the three of them—Liu Dong and his men—had already begun to think of retreating.

They could forget about the silver, but they had to save their lives!

The three of them exchanged glances, and having spent many years together, they instantly understood what the others were thinking.

After Cheng Feng dodged yet another all-out encirclement, the three turned around and ran toward the exit without looking back.

Cheng Feng laughed loudly: "How could I let you three run away!" He immediately channeled his Blood Qi to his legs and sprinted toward the three with all his might. The three of them exchanged a look and turned back to pounce on Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng laughed excitedly: "Well come!" He felt this was the only way it was interesting; if they had run away, he was prepared to let the Mechanical Dog open fire.

Just then, Liuding traded a hard blow with Cheng Feng and, using the force of Cheng Feng's strike, rushed quickly toward the two boxes Cheng Feng had not yet opened.

Watching Liuding's movements, a sense of foreboding welled up in Cheng Feng's heart.

When things go against the norm, there must be something sinister.

He hurriedly chased after Liuding, worried that Liuding might do something to those two boxes.

Liu Dong intercepted him, blocking Cheng Feng's path, and said: "You aren't getting away!" He stopped Cheng Feng from chasing Liuding.

Cheng Feng was worried that Liuding would discover the Mechanical Dog hidden behind the boxes, but Liuding had already opened the remaining two. The familiar patterns and inscribed iron chains inside surprised even Cheng Feng; they were boxes of the Black Robe Evil Soldier. "You actually still have these?" Cheng Feng said subconsciously.

Seeing that Liuding's blood had already spilled onto the boxes, Cheng Feng shouted: "Mechanical Dog, kill him." While Liu Dong and Wu Jiang were still wondering who else was there, the Mechanical Dog silently aimed its machine gun at Liuding.

Firelight flashed, and Liuding's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, red juice splattering everywhere with bits of white paste. Liu Dong and Wu Jiang were stunned for a moment by the sudden, violent, and bloody scene.

Cheng Feng would not be stunned; he knew that only a dead enemy was a good enemy!

The Violent Blood Secret Method erupted again; this was the fifth time he had used it during this grueling battle. After multiple tests, Cheng Feng understood that with his current Bone Refining Realm, using the Violent Blood Secret Method six times would not be a major problem.

But if he used it a seventh time, it would cause slight damage to his body; and an eighth time might even leave him severely injured. Therefore, he had always strictly controlled the number of times he used the Violent Blood Secret Method.

This time, the Violent Blood Secret Method still achieved a miraculous result; a muscular, bronze-colored arm was seen flying high into the air. Wu Jiang clutched the severed part of his left arm in agony, his face as pale as paper.

"It's not over yet!" Taking advantage of the opening created by Wu Jiang's severed arm, Cheng Feng exerted force again, his long blade hacking directly toward Liu Dong's chest. This strike was heavy and powerful, carrying endless killing intent and force.

Liu Dong was sent staggering back a few steps by the blow, a large hole opened in his stomach, his bloody intestines spilling all over the floor, and he finally knelt down powerlessly, his weapon sliding to the side. His chest was drenched in blood, staining his clothes red.

At this moment, only the severely injured Wu Jiang and the fallen Liu Dong remained on the field.

He looked up at Cheng Feng, a flash of complex emotions in his eyes—anger, unwillingness, and relief. "I, Liu Dong, have committed countless evils in my life; falling into your hands today can be considered just retribution."