The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Zhang Yuze didn't speak, only fixed his gaze on the "Death God" before him.

This "Death God" lived up to his name. His entire body was clad in black armor, including a mask. His body emanated a thick, dark, malevolent aura, giving off an immense pressure.

"You dare to stop me?" Although the Death God wore a mask, the cold glint in his eyes still sent a chill down Zhang Yuze's spine.

Zhang Yuze frowned and said to Ling Wei behind him, "You go first, I'll hold him back."

"Swish!" Before Zhang Yuze could finish speaking, the Death God had already slashed down at Zhang Yuze with his blade.

"Good! Then come on!" A thick battle intent finally emerged from Zhang Yuze. He instantly drew his blade and unleashed three slashes.

These three slashes alone were enough to make Zhang Yuze feel an extremely heavy pressure.

"Wind Ability" was already circulating within Zhang Yuze's body.

"Whoosh!" With a few sounds, Zhang Yuze's body flew through the air, leaving behind several afterimages, both real and illusory. If it were an ordinary person, it would be extremely difficult to discern which was the real one and which was the fake one.

But the problem was, this Death God was definitely not an ordinary person.

The Death God's long blade spun in the air, as if effortlessly finding Zhang Yuze's trajectory, and he slashed down at Zhang Yuze once again.

Zhang Yuze's expression changed, and the true essence within his body frantically circulated. The Damascus blade appeared in Zhang Yuze's hand, but Zhang Yuze felt a mountain-like pressure tearing at his body, a torrent of endless energy.

"Thousand Layer Slash!"

Thousands of blade lights instantly flashed in the air, converging into streams of energy, rushing towards the opponent.

"Boom! Boom!" Explosions echoed in the air.

This collision caused Zhang Yuze to be blasted into the air by the force of the impact. The shockwave nearly made Zhang Yuze cough up blood.

However, Zhang Yuze instantly floated into the air.

But the Death God only coldly snorted and relentlessly pursued Zhang Yuze, slashing down at him once again.

"Hiss! Hiss!" This slash was truly astonishing, with surging energy currents roiling in the air.

If this slash were to hit him, it would be disastrous. Fortunately, although Zhang Yuze's Wind Ability wasn't a movement technique, its speed was terrifying, allowing Zhang Yuze to narrowly dodge the opponent's slash.

Landing on the ground, Zhang Yuze was already panting slightly.

But when Zhang Yuze turned his head, he almost vomited blood in anger. Because he saw that Ling Wei was still in the same place, not leaving. Her eyes were fiercely staring in the direction of the Death God.

"I'm dizzy!" This forced Zhang Yuze, who was originally planning to leave, to abandon his plan.

"Why haven't you left yet? Do you want to die?" Zhang Yuze said to Ling Wei with great frustration. His expression carried a strong sense of questioning.

"I won't leave. I'm going to kill him." Ling Wei's gaze was fixed on the Death God, her hand tightly gripping the sword. The tip of the sword was pointing directly at the Death God. Clearly, the Death God's brutal killing of her colleagues had ignited a great hatred in Ling Wei.