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Ignoring the rubble, Wu Feng twisted the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear in the same direction as his dodge, aiming the tip straight for He Dehu's heart.

He Dehu was wearing black iron armor, with the thickest plates on his chest, but there were gaps between the plates.

Wu Feng's spear pierced the seam of the armor plate.

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The spear tip pierced the leather straps between the armor plates and embedded itself in the flesh.

He Dehu grunted and gripped the gun barrel with his left hand, his fingers clenching tightly.

He loosened his grip on the axe handle with his right hand and kicked Wu Feng in the abdomen.

Wu Feng's eyelid twitched.

The reaction speed was much faster than expected.

He had seen many reactions, but it was rare to see a warrior like He Dehu, who, after being shot, did not retreat but instead counterattacked.

Without thinking twice, Wu Feng slammed his palm on the gun barrel.

Using the force of the blow, he leaned to the side, and He Dehu's foot grazed his waist as he kicked him from the side, the wind from the boot making his clothes flutter loudly.

As he leaned forward, Wu Feng pushed off the ground with his right foot and kicked He Dehu in the side of his left knee.

This kick used the Nine Yang True Qi.

He Dehu winced in pain, groaned, and took two steps back, loosening his grip on the gun barrel.

The Crimson Python Blood Spear slid out of the wound, bringing with it a stream of blood.

Wu Feng flipped his right hand, and the Po Jun Mo Dao popped out of his backpack, the hilt falling directly into his palm.

The long sword was drawn, its cold light flashing.

He Dehu had just regained his footing when he saw Wu Feng change his weapon, and his eyes narrowed.

He gripped the axe again with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him in a defensive stance.

Wu Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath and slashed down with his Mo Dao.

The slash was swift and fierce, the blade falling with a whooshing sound.

He Dehu raised his axe to block, the axe blade and the longsword blade clashed, sparks flew, and the ear-piercing metallic clang echoed at the entrance of the mountain stronghold.

Both of them took half a step back at the same time.

Just as Wu Feng was about to press forward, he caught a glimpse of the side—the second-in-command, Liu Bao, had already gotten up.

He picked up the spear from the ground, pointed the tip at Wu Feng's back, and rushed over quickly.

Liu Bao's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, from the impact of being hit by the corpse.

But his steps were steady, and the tip of his gun did not wobble at all.

Wu Feng cursed inwardly.

Two melee bosses, one strength-based and one agility-based, working together to defeat them is the most annoying.

Without pausing, he slashed at He Dehu with his long-handled sword once more.

He Dehu raised his axe to block, and there was another loud crash.

Wu Feng released his grip the instant the sword and axe clashed.

The Po Jun Mo Dao was knocked away by the mountain-splitting axe, its blade tumbling several times in mid-air before landing to the side.

He Dehu's axe, having lost its resistance, continued to chop downwards due to inertia.

Liu Bao's spear was less than a foot away from Wu Feng's back, the tip of the spear gleaming coldly.

Wu Feng turned to the side.

Liu Bao's eyes widened suddenly.

His spear tip was originally aimed at Wu Feng's back, but Wu Feng dodged, and the spear tip was now aimed at He Dehu's chest.

He tried to put his gun away, but he charged too fast and couldn't stop.

He Dehu also saw it.

His axe was already coming down when he saw Liu Bao's spear tip heading straight for his chest. He forcefully deflected the axe, the blade grazing Liu Bao's spear shaft before crashing to the ground.

At the same time, Liu Bao turned his spear around, the tip grazing past He Dehu's chest and missing its mark.

The two of them stopped at the same time, their movements almost synchronized.

It took countless years of collaboration to develop this level of understanding.

Wu Feng didn't give them a chance to regroup.

He bent down and picked up the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear from the ground.

The moment the gun handle touched his hand, the Nine Yang True Qi flowed into it, and the gun emitted a low hum.

He kicked He Dehu directly in the chest, sending He Dehu staggering back three or four steps, blood gushing from the bullet hole in his chest.

"Damn it!" He Dehu steadied himself and cursed.

He glanced down at the wound on his chest, then looked up and glared at Wu Feng, his eyes red.

He gripped the axe tightly with both hands, blade facing forward, and charged forward.

Liu Bao had also adjusted himself. He flicked his spear, tapping the tip twice, and circled around from the side, forming a pincer attack with He Dehu.

Wu Feng flicked the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear, the tip of which traced a half-circle on the ground.

Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

The steps were Bagua steps, but more than twice as fast as usual.

The Nine Yang True Qi circulated wildly in his meridians, leaving a trail of afterimages with every step he took.

He Dehu swung his axe down, striking a fleeting afterimage.

The axe pierced through the shadow and struck the ground, sending pebbles flying.

Liu Bao thrust his spear forward, but only struck an afterimage.

He knew something was wrong the moment the spear tip pierced the shadow, but it was too late to stop.

Wu Feng's true form had already reached Liu Bao's side.

The Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear swung upwards, its tip drawing an arc as it aimed straight for Liu Bao's temple.

Liu Bao turned his head to dodge, but he was a fraction of a second too slow. The tip of the spear grazed his ear, slicing off a piece of flesh.

Liu Bao cried out in pain and jumped aside. He raised his hand to touch his ear; his hand was covered in blood.

Wu Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Just as the spear tip passed Liu Bao's head, he flipped his wrist, reversed the grip, and lashed the butt of the spear towards Liu Bao's face.

Liu Bao raised his gun to parry, and the two guns collided with a crisp sound.

Just then, He Dehu's axe arrived again.

Wu Feng caught a glimpse of the axe blade out of the corner of his eye, pushed off with his foot, and leaped to the side. The axe grazed his back, shearing off a corner of his clothes.

He landed before he could even regain his balance, and the gun had already thrust out.

This shot wasn't aimed at He Dehu, but at Liu Bao.

Liu Bao was raising his gun to thrust when he saw the spear tip coming at him and instinctively stepped back. But he wasn't as fast as Wu Feng.

The tip of the gun pierced through his forehead and came out through the back of his head.

Liu Bao's eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His health bar was instantly emptied, and he froze for a moment before turning into white specks of light that scattered from the tip of the gun and dissipated into the air.

The system notification popped up at the edge of his field of vision, but Wu Feng didn't look at it.

"I kill you!"

He Dehu's roar made my eardrums ache.

He gripped the handle of the axe with both hands and began to spin around on the spot.

The axe, accompanied by a whistling sound, swept towards Wu Feng like a whirlwind.

The axe blade scraped white marks into the stone slabs, and the gravel was swirled up and flew in all directions.

Wu Feng rolled his eyes.

This fighting style is most favored by those who practice external martial arts.

When it spins, it's like a giant spinning top; you wouldn't dare touch it, or you'd lose half your health.

But you can't let it keep spinning forever.

He took a deep breath and activated the Lingbo Weibu technique once more.

He took a step forward to meet them.

The moment He Dehu turned around, Wu Feng crouched down, his entire body almost touching the ground.

The axe blade swept over his head, the wind it created blowing his hair backward.

As he crouched down, the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear swept horizontally, the shaft striking He Dehu's left calf.

He used all his strength this time.

The Nine Yang True Qi was poured into the gun barrel, and when it was pulled up, it made a crisp "snap" sound.

He Dehu groaned, his left leg buckled, and his spinning motion instantly became distorted.

He fell to his left side, the axe slipped from his hand, hit the ground, and bounced up again.

He didn't fall completely. He braced himself with his right leg, kneeling on one knee, supporting himself with his left hand, and reaching for the machete that had fallen to the side with his right.

Wu Feng didn't give him that chance.

The tip of the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear was aimed at He Dehu's old wound on his chest—the eye that had been pierced by the first spear.

The armor plate had been pierced, the leather strap was broken, and the armor plate hung loosely on it.

He thrust his spear down.

The spear tip pierced through the gaps in the armor plates, went into the same wound, pierced the muscle, pierced the gap between the ribs, and emerged from the back.

He Dehu grunted, his right hand stopped, just half a foot away from the handle of the mountain axe.

Wu Feng twisted the gun handle with one hand.

The Crimson Python Blood Spear spun inside He Dehu's chest cavity, the blood grooves on the spear shaft churning the wound, and blood gushed out along the shaft.

He Dehu's health bar began to drop rapidly.