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Chapter 1139 I Didn't Lie To You, Did I?
Chapter 1139 I Didn't Lie To You, Did I?
The members of the Black Dragon Army who were fighting on the battlefield naturally knew who Angre's opponent was, so even if Angre passed in front of them, they just pretended not to see it.

Qi Zifeng, who was riding a white tiger, came to Angre almost in the blink of an eye.

Fearing the power of the white tiger, Angre's horse let out a long neigh, and stepped back and forth in front of the white tiger uneasily, looking as if he really wanted to leave this dangerous place.

The white tiger snorted disdainfully, and didn't intend to pay attention to the timid war horse.

"You are not Chen Qiao! Who are you!" Angre shouted angrily at Qi Zifeng.

Compared to Angre's mania, Qi Zifeng seemed much calmer. He looked coldly at Angre who was furious in front of him, and said with a chuckle, "You may have heard my name before, my name is Qi Zifeng."

"Qi Zifeng?!" Angre looked Qi Zifeng up and down in surprise, "I know you, you are Chen Qiao's chosen successor!"

Qi Zifeng nodded calmly, "That's right, it's me."

Angre seemed dissatisfied that his opponent was only a young man half his age. He looked Qi Zifeng up and down, his eyes full of disdain and anger.

Qi Zifeng curled the corners of his mouth, his smile looked very cold.

"I don't want to fight with you, call Chen Qiao!"

Angre shouted.

Qi Zifeng sneered, "I'm afraid the general has no time to deal with a small fish like you, so you are only worthy of fighting with me."

"You!" Angre roared, "Call Chen Qiao to pass—"

The roar this time stopped abruptly because of Qi Zifeng's sudden movement, and Angre fell to the ground in shock. Under the hot sun, he looked in disbelief at Qi Zifeng who was standing less than a foot away from him.

In one back and forth, Qi Zifeng had already pulled Angore off the horse. He smiled and raised his eyebrows as he looked at Angore who fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Now, can I be your opponent?"

Qi Zifeng's light voice fell, but it rumbled in Angre's ears like a thunderbolt.

He originally thought that among the entire Black Dragon Army, the only person who could fight against him was Chen Qiao. He never expected that a mere young man in his twenties would be able to fight against him in an instant when he was fully on guard. He pulled himself off the horse in between.

"who are you?"

Angre seemed unwilling to believe that the person in front of him was not Chen Qiao.

Qi Zifeng sneered again, and the hand holding the long knife couldn't help tightening, "I told you just now, my name is Qi Zifeng."

Angre shook his head to himself, he still didn't want to believe that the person in front of him was not Chen Qiao.

"Where did Chen Qiao go, let him come out and fight me!"

Angre yelled again as he got up from the ground.

Qi Zifeng shook his head with a very regretful expression, "I also really want the person standing here to be a general, but the general has more important things to do than deal with a small character like you."

"More important things?" Angre frowned tightly, and for a moment couldn't figure out what more important things Chen Qiao had to do under the current situation of such a formidable enemy.

"Don't get distracted."

Qi Zifeng's chilly voice suddenly rang in Angre's ears.

Angre turned his head in panic, and saw a light and shadow heading towards him. Angre dodged in a hurry. After standing still again, he realized that Qi Zifeng was already standing where he was just now.

"Although I'm far behind the general, it's still more than enough to beat someone like you." Qi Zifeng looked very dismissive of Angre.

Angre, who had always been highly valued in Western Rome, could not bear Qi Zifeng's words. He clenched the scimitar in his hand, roared and killed Qi Zifeng.

"clang--"

The sound of fighting was heard, and two blades glowing with cold light were tied between Qi Zifeng and Angre.

The distance between the two of them was only a few feet away. Angre had already calmed down and tried his best, but in his opinion, Qi Zifeng was still able to handle it with ease.

Seeing that the blow failed, Angre quickly took a few steps back, creating a safe distance between him and Qi Zifeng.

Qi Zifeng stood lazily aside, seeing Angre's alert and shocked expression, he couldn't help chuckling.

"Did you suddenly realize that you are not my opponent? Let me tell you the truth, every soldier of the Black Dragon Army on this battlefield is thousands of times stronger than you, whether it is you or the million-strong army you lead, From our point of view, they are all just clowns who are not to be feared."

Hearing Qi Zifeng's words, Angre's face became gloomy again. When he first learned Chinese, he knew the meaning of "jumping clown" at the very beginning. Now that Qi Zifeng said that about himself, Angre was naturally angry Medium burn.

However, Angre was someone who had been loved by the Emperor of Rome for many years. After breaking away from the initial anger, his brain finally became calmer.

Although Qi Zifeng's words just now made Angre very angry, they didn't make him lose his mind and rush forward again.

Seeing that Angore suddenly calmed down, Qi Zifeng was a little surprised.

"Look at the soldiers you brought around, how many of them are still alive?" Qi Zifeng said very maliciously.

Anglei knew that Qi Zifeng's words were just to stimulate himself, but he still couldn't help turning his head to look at the battlefield on the other side.

On the vast desert, most of the golden armor that engulfed all the soldiers of the Black Dragon Army just now has disappeared. Angre couldn't believe what he saw. For the first time, the Western Roman soldier began to tremble slightly from fear.

"How? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Qi Zifeng's voice appeared next to Angore again, and his breath even blew the hair on Angrey's temples.

Angre hadn't recovered from the shock of the defeat, and suddenly noticed Qi Zifeng's approach for the third time, and wanted to push Qi Zifeng out of Qi Zifeng's range in time as before.

Only this time, Qi Zifeng didn't intend to give him another chance.

The blade reflecting the sunlight slashed down again and again as Angre retreated, and Angre's evasive movements became more embarrassing under the shock.

Soon, Qi Zifeng forced Angre to a sand dune, and tripped over a dry branch behind him. Angre, who was already unstable, staggered and fell to the ground.

A lizard suddenly poked its head out of the sand. The cold-blooded animal turned its neck and glanced at the two people who disturbed it. Perhaps it was shocked by Qi Zifeng's murderous aura. into the sand.

"I remember that Sidoro had fought two tricks with the general back then, why can't you just keep running?"

Qi Zifeng asked pretending to be puzzled.

Angre's face darkened for a moment. When he was in West Rome earlier, he hated others for comparing him to Sidoro. After all, when those people mentioned Sidoro, they all thought that Sidoro relied on his own ability. He climbed all the way to the position of general, and he was only because of his close relationship with the Western Roman emperor.

(End of this chapter)