Chapter 153: The Shadow of Death (5)
Finally, the fight ended with Zhao Ziheng's right arm being cut by Zhou Yan . Zhou Yan and Zhao Ziheng distanced themselves from each other again. Zhao Ziheng's breathing was completely disordered, even a little heavy. His right arm was not seriously injured, but blood was flowing from the wound along his arm through the hand that was tightly holding the sword.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing Zhao Ziheng's hand, Wu Yao could no longer hold back. He was about to step forward but was stopped by a hand.
The one who stopped Wu Yao was none other than Wang Ye, but he didn't even look at him. Wu Yao got anxious: "Sir!!"
This was the second time. Wu Yao really didn't understand why Wang Ye kept stopping him. Couldn't he see that Zhao Ziheng was not in good shape? If he continued to fight Zhou Yan, he would definitely lose. Maybe he would end up like Zhou Cheng, or even die!
Wang Ye remained silent, but as he looked at Zhao Ziheng, his eyes became more and more sad, a sadness that even Wu Yao could see was heartbreaking.
"What's wrong with him?" Zhou Cheng's voice sounded from behind Wang Ye. Shan Zhen also followed, seeming to want to know the same question as Zhou Cheng.
This so-called "it" was self-evident to everyone present, perhaps only the mood they held was different, but Wang Ye remained silent, without saying a word or making any movement, just watching.
Here, Zhao Ziheng looked at Zhou Yan steadily . He clearly found that there was a little light in Zhou Yan's eyes, which were empty and confused before. He couldn't tell what it was, but Zhao Ziheng believed that it would be the answer he wanted. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Ziheng's lips. He didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment, nor did he know what kind of mentality he should have to face Zhou Yan next. After all, he was very clear about his current physical condition. If he continued like this, he would probably become the soul killed by Zhou Yan's sword.
Suddenly, Zhao Ziheng turned around and looked at Wang Ye, or to be exact, at Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng seemed a little surprised when he received the gaze from Zhao Ziheng. He didn't understand what it meant for Zhao Ziheng to look at him at this time, but he could feel that something was about to happen.
On the other side, Feng Qinghan, who was confronting the Phantom Spirit, seemed to have accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and became somewhat interested, so much so that he put the Phantom Spirit aside and focused his attention on the next battle between Zhao Ziheng and Zhou Yan.
At this time, no one noticed that bright red liquid was slipping from between the fingers of Wang Yechui's right hand at his side, dripping onto the ground and spreading out again and again.
Finally, he looked at Zhao Ziheng again. He suddenly looked up at the sky, as if he was looking at something, or thinking about something. No one could tell. He closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them. When he looked at Zhou Yan again, there was no trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had some kind of decision and determination. He slowly raised the sword and stared at the person in front of him with full concentration. Without any hesitation, Zhao Ziheng attacked Zhou Yan with extremely fast and unexpected moves.
Huan Ling didn't know what Feng Qinghan was thinking. Although she was also attracted by the battle in front of her, she thought this was the best time to secretly put her hand into his sleeve behind Feng Qinghan without attracting his attention.
"I advise you not to do anything small, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't fail." Feng Qinghan's voice suddenly sounded.
Huan Ling was startled when she heard the voice. Anyone would be surprised. Feng Qinghan had his back to her and his attention was on Zhao Ziheng and Zhou Yan. How could he know what was happening behind him? Even Huan Ling found it unbelievable, so she didn't dare to make any moves under Feng Qinghan's threat. She only knew that Feng Qinghan would not let her die so early, or would not let her die so easily, but she could not guarantee whether she would be alive in the next moment. It was not because she was afraid of death, but because she didn't want to die so meaninglessly.
Looking at Zhao Ziheng and Zhou Yan again, they are different from the beginning and the previous ones. If Zhao Ziheng was cautious in the battle before the last round, then in the following battle anyone can see that Zhao Ziheng is going all out, without any scruples or dragging his feet, as if the person who was injured before was not him. His movements are completely unaffected by injuries or physical problems, and are extremely smooth. He uses all kinds of moves freely, and the sword in his hand seems to have life as he swings it around.
"Could it be... that he has been holding back all this time?" Zhou Cheng looked at the battle in front of him with difficulty and couldn't help but ask, obviously he was extremely shocked by Zhao Ziheng's strength.
Shan Zhen felt the same way. He could hardly believe his eyes. He seemed to finally understand why the State of Zhao governed by Zhao Ziheng was so strong. In some ways, Zhao Ziheng was no different from ordinary people. It should be said that no matter who encountered emotional problems, it would be the same. But in terms of strength, Zhao Ziheng's skills alone were enough to shock and convince people. As for political ability, it was enough to see the current prospects of the State of Zhao. As for military, Zhao Ziheng's record so far was undefeated. His ability was self-evident. How could such a strong person not be praised by the world? Until now, Shan Zhen finally felt that it would not be surprising even if Zhao Ziheng could unify the world.
Wang Ye did not answer Zhou Cheng's question. There was no need for him to explain in detail about a question that was obvious at a glance. He believed that Zhou Cheng did not want his answer. The question itself did not have much meaning. It was just a person's subconscious reaction. Of course, Wang Ye was not worried about this question or other things at the moment. He was only worried about Zhao Ziheng. He knew the conviction of this battle and the consequences it would bring to Zhao Ziheng better than anyone else.
