Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Wang Biao has been undergoing extremely rigorous training since he was young. Years of hard work have enabled him to develop amazing martial arts skills under the guidance of his master.

Especially his superb swordsmanship, which has gradually made him famous in the martial arts world and earned him some fame.

This time he was entrusted with a crucial mission - to track down a secret letter.

This secret letter is like a sharp blade. It contains key evidence that can bring down corrupt officials in the court in one fell swoop. It is related to the integrity of the world and the well-being of the people.

However, as fate would have it, Wang Biao was dragged into a riot among the prisoners of the Northern Pacification Division due to an order from Zhu Gang.

Although he was in this chaotic place, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, revealing a majesty that should not be underestimated.

At this moment, Wang Biao's sword was extremely swift, just like the surging waves, one wave after another.

The flashing of the knife showed its sharp edge.

As a small leader among the prisoners in the riot, Li San only felt a powerful pressure like an overwhelming tidal wave coming over him.

His breathing became rapid and difficult, and he could hardly breathe.

Li San was seen staggering and retreating repeatedly.

His face was full of embarrassment and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Li San shouted in a trembling voice, "Who are you?

Why is it so difficult? "

Wang Biao snorted coldly, his voice low and powerful.

"You don't need to know who I am!

Today, none of you prisoners who are trying to cause trouble will be able to escape!"

Li San was filled with regret at this moment, and gritted his teeth secretly: If I had known this would happen, I should have cooperated more closely with Zhang Meng and would not be so passive.

In contrast, Zhang Meng was instigated by some people with ulterior motives this time and chose to participate in the riot in a moment of confusion.

He thought he could take this opportunity to escape from this dark prison and regain his freedom, but he didn't expect to meet a strong enemy like Wang Biao.

Now Wang Biao was chasing him relentlessly, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by the force of thunder.

The knife whistled, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, leaving Li San no chance to breathe.

Li San was caught in a dilemma. The long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound under the pressure of Wang Biao's long knife, as if it would break at any time.

Zhang Meng was extremely anxious, looking at Li San's precarious appearance, and shouted loudly: "Li San, hold on!

I'm here to save you!
Even if I have to risk my life today, I will fight this son of a bitch to the end!"

Zhang Meng wanted to rush over to rescue, but was blocked by Wang Biao's fierce attack. The oppressive feeling like a thorn in his back made it difficult for him to get close at all.

The battle became more and more intense, and Wang Biao was fighting one against two but was not at a disadvantage at all.

With his keen insight and superb martial arts, he gradually gained the upper hand.

Wang Biao suddenly rushed forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, with a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes.

"See what you can do today!
Today is the day you die!"

Then Wang Biao exerted his strength swiftly and kicked Li San in the chest, throwing him heavily to the ground.

Li San suddenly collapsed to the ground, losing the ability to resist, and groaned in pain.

"Ah...I'm unwilling..."

After getting rid of Li San, Wang Biao turned his cold gaze towards Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng was shocked and angry at this moment, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

"You... you are so powerful. I, Zhang Meng, am defeated today, but I will never let you have an easy life!"

He didn't expect Wang Biao to be so difficult to deal with, and he didn't expect Li San to be defeated so quickly.

Zhang Meng tightly grasped the big knife in his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.

In his heart, he was secretly calculating how to turn defeat into victory.

I thought of the unfair treatment I suffered in prison and the days when I was oppressed by the powerful.

A surge of ruthlessness surged in Zhang Meng's heart, and he finally decided to fight to the death.

Wang Biao was on high alert, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He closely watched Zhang Meng's every move, as if he could see through his mind. "Since you have chosen this road of no return today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Meng took the lead and rushed over roaring.

"I'll fight you!"

He was as powerful as a running bull, and the big knife in his hand carried a tremendous force as he chopped towards Wang Biao's head.

Wang Biao's figure flashed, like a black phantom, and he easily avoided the fierce attack.

At the same time, he took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, punching Zhang Meng in the face.

"Is that all you have?"

Zhang Meng reacted very quickly, tilting his head slightly to avoid the punch.

"Hmph, don't get complacent too soon!"

Then he swung his sword across, like a black barrier, sweeping towards Wang Biao's lower body with the sound of wind.

Wang Biao tapped his feet lightly and jumped high.

After flipping flexibly in the air, he finally landed steadily with that stern expression on his face.

"Little tricks."

The two men fought back and forth for several rounds, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Zhang Meng became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and every attack was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind.

His heart was filled with a desire for freedom and justice, and he poured all this strength into the knife.

"Even if I, Zhang Meng, die today, I will die like a man. I will never let you, the running dogs of the rich and powerful, have an easy life!"

Wang Biao was agile and cleverly dodged Zhang Meng's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

As he thought about the secret letter, he secretly made up his mind that he would never let these prisoners ruin his plan.

"You are just a pawn being used by others. If you surrender obediently today, you may be able to save your life."

At this moment, Zhang Meng was careless and revealed some flaws.

Wang Biao's eyes flashed, he seized this fleeting opportunity and suddenly changed his offensive.

He first made a gesture as if he was going to attack Zhang Meng's upper body with all his strength, and Zhang Meng quickly raised his knife to block.

"Want to trick me? It's not that easy!"

But Wang Biao's attack suddenly changed direction in the middle, as fast as lightning, and went straight to Zhang Meng's chest.

"watch out!"

Zhang Meng was shocked and wanted to dodge but it was too late. He could only bite the bullet and try to adjust his posture to resist.

"Do not……"

Wang Biao's attack gathered all his strength, just like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Meng's chest hard.

All I heard was a dull "bang", like a huge bell hitting a hard rock.

Zhang Meng's body was like a puppet with its strings cut, flying backwards uncontrollably for several feet.

With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Then Zhang Meng's eyes rolled back, foam came out of his mouth, and he passed out, lying there motionless.

The prisoners who were participating in the riot were originally staring closely at the fierce battle, secretly guessing the outcome in their hearts.

Some prisoners swore and vowed that they firmly believed that Zhang Meng could win. They regarded Zhang Meng as their hope of escape.

"Brother Zhang will definitely win, and we'll be able to get out soon!"

Some clenched their fists nervously, sweating for both sides.

"Hey, I don't know who will win. I hope both of us don't get hurt."

But at this moment, Wang Biao finally defeated the fierce Zhang Meng after a hard fight.

A chill suddenly surged in their hearts, as if they were in a world of ice and snow, with their hearts tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

The prisoners who participated in the riot looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and terror, and everyone's body couldn't help but tremble slightly. (End of this chapter)