Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

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Regardless whether or not Zhong Ziyu still had companions, based on his hatred for this person, Rong Ling would never let him go.

The two black figures came and went hurriedly. Beneath their feet were pitch-black rice fields. The night wind blew, causing the empty wind and the surrounding air to seem somewhat eerie.

This sound was not usually heard, but in the dead of night, it was extremely ear-piercing.

After waiting for Zhong Ziyu to recover, he had already gathered his Spirit Qi, but this time, Zhong Ziyu did not run, he only looked around at the night sky, and sighed: "Such a beautiful scenery, not even allowing the moon to view the moon is too regretful, what do you think?"

Rong Ling's expression was cold, his gaze was cold and piercing straight at Zhong Ziyu, he said coldly: "Now let me leave you with your corpse intact."

"Heh." Zhong Ziyu laughed, with the corner of his eye hooked up: "Since Sir insist on destroying this beautiful scenery, then I will have to accompany you."

As he said that, he suddenly exerted force in his hands, his figure already appeared in front of Rong Ling, Zhong Ziyu's hand formed a fist, his eyes filled with killing intent!

A fist aimed straight for Rong Ling's abdomen!

Rong Ling seemed to have sensed something, his body flickered, nimbly avoiding the fist, and with a flip of his hand, he grabbed Zhong Ziyu's shoulder.

But if Rong Ling reacted, how could Zhong Ziyu not? When he missed, Zhong Ziyu had already discovered that his punch had hit nothing but air, so he turned his body, avoiding all of the areas where he would be attacked at, flipped over, and retreated three steps.

Rong Ling stepped forward as he relentlessly pursued.

Zhong Ziyu retreated two steps again as his body circled around to Rong Ling's back. With this grab, he directly grabbed onto Rong Ling's back, and at that moment, with a hualala sound, Rong Ling's clothes were torn apart. Four bloody paw prints appeared on his back.

At the same time, Rong Ling also grabbed Zhong Ziyu's arm with all her might while he was still standing before Zhong Ziyu. With all her strength, it was as if she was about to pull his arm off.

Zhong Ziyu bit her lips, wanting to struggle free, but she realised that Rong Ling's strength was stuck like a pincer. If she tried to struggle free, it would seem that she wanted to break her arm for him.

Zhong Ziyu's expression was extremely ugly, while Rong Ling ignored the burning pain on his back, throwing another punch straight at Zhong Ziyu's face. Zhong Ziyu dodged quickly, but in the end, he was still a step too late, and Rong Ling's punch had caused a cut on his body, causing blood to ooze out.

Zhong Ziyu's eyes revealed a cold light, his body moved forward, and actually did not dodge, the three silver needles in his hand pierced straight into Rong Ling's eyes.

Rong Ling dodged, took two steps back and increased the distance between them.

The night wind began to whistle. The half-moon moon from before had also become hazy, as if it was covered by something.

Zhong Ziyu reached out his tongue and slowly licked it, tasting the taste of his own blood. Suddenly, he laughed again, that smile was strange and evil, if a normal person was to be looked at like that, they would feel a chill down their spine, as though someone was holding an ice-cold python and was putting it into their body.

But Rong Ling just remained indifferent, looked at him and laughed, then coldly spat out: "Your face, looks so strange that it makes people want to destroy it."

Rong Ling said, he rushed forward and attacked her face again.

Zhong Ziyu dodged for a bit, but he blocked the attack at the top, and was unable to block the attack at the bottom.

Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. That strike just now had caused Zhong Ziyu's stomach to tremble, as if his stomach was about to burst.

Rong Ling took the opportunity to give chase, and with a leap, he wrapped himself with thunder and lightning energy and rushed straight at Rong Ling.

Accompanied by the cold wind, the sharp wind blades seemed as if they were about to break a person apart. The smell of blood on the two men's bodies traveled through this quiet corn field, and when they turned around, the smell of blood on their bodies had become even stronger.

And at this time, a drop of water fell from the sky.

Rong Ling wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at the similarly miserable Zhong Ziyu, he squinted his eyes and once again rushed forward to meet him. With a series of moves, Rong Ling beat Zhong Ziyu until he was forced to retreat step by step.

The two of them fought in the dark and became more and more embarrassed.

In the sky, a light drizzle finally fell.

The rain washed away the blood stains on their faces, revealing two equally outstanding faces. Rong Ling's black eyes were deep and sharp.

Zhong Ziyu's eyes were sinister, filled with killing intent. The two of them fought back and forth, similarly in a sorry state, but it was difficult to determine victory or defeat.

The two men had the same confidence in their martial arts skills. They were like two evenly matched opponents. The longer they fought, the more they had the desire to smack their opponent into the eighteen levels of hell.

The winter rain was cold and the blood was sticky. It was mixed with the cold and humid air. The cracks in the blood turned even whiter from the water, as if they were going to be inflamed and swell at any moment.

This little bit of pain didn't cause much of a ripple for the two of them. Under the heavy downpour, they stood in the water and continued to attack each other with their lives on the line.

This fight lasted for a full four hours.

The originally cool and refreshing rain turned into a heavy downpour as it fell like a rain nail, crazily smashing onto the bodies of the two men who didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Zhong Ziyu gasped for breath rapidly. He never thought that the other party's ability would be so outstanding. Even after fighting for so long, they were still unable to determine the victor.

Rong Ling's situation was not any better. After his Qi was exhausted, the feeling of being forcefully lifted was like digging into one's heart and digging out one's lungs.

After such a long battle, both of them had been weakened before.

However, they all had their own methods of forcefully raising their inner force in the span of a breath. However, the side effects of forcefully raising their inner force would only become more painful later on. After all, this was an extreme method that carried a great risk.

However, the two sides refused to give in and this battle could never end.

And only at this moment, when Rong Ling looked over, did he see Zhong Ziyu's head and face filled with either sweat or rain. Zhong Ziyu was dripping wet, with one knee on the ground, he was panting heavily, his face was as black as paper, his eyes pitch black.

There were several times where Rong Ling had already sent his inner force into Zhong Ziyu's chest and forehead. Those two were fatal injuries, and if one were to be injured, it would be either dead or injured.

But the other party was extremely clever, and was able to avoid danger time and time again, even Rong Ling had to admit, the other party was a tough nut to crack, just him alone, it was not possible to catch him alone.

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