Chapter 115 The Ambition of Wushen Juegong

"Pojun, you defected to the Godless Palace in Japan, you deserve to be killed!"

Cao Feng stared at Po Jun calmly and spoke lightly.

"Hmph, the victor takes it all and the loser takes it all. Since I've lost to you, you can kill me or chop me up as you please." Po Jun said with gritted teeth, looking fierce.

"Although I, Cao Feng, bear grudges, I clearly distinguish between gratitude and resentment."

"As long as you are willing to surrender and atone for your crime, I can spare your life."

Cao Feng did not kill Po Jun immediately, but spoke in a deep voice, trying to recruit Po Jun.

After all, the current Po Jun is at the level of a true grandmaster and has considerable strength.

If you can capture him, the reward you will get will be terrifying!
"Bah, you're dreaming!"

Upon hearing Cao Feng's words, Po Jun immediately let out a roar.

"Cao Feng, even if I die today, I will never surrender to you."

"If you were a man, you would have fought me with real swords and guns."

Po Jun's face was ferocious and he stared at Cao Feng with bloodshot eyes.

The corners of Cao Feng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold arc.

"If that's the case, then you can't blame me."

"Shh!"

Cao Feng said no more, stomped his right foot on the ground, and shot out instantly.

The speed is extremely fast, shooting like a cannonball.

Cao Feng cut through the air with a sword and swept it towards Po Jun's neck.

The sword was so fast and sharp that it seemed to tear through the void, leaving no way for anyone to avoid it.

"Damn..."

Pojun's pupils shrank to the limit, and he felt even more horrified.

Cao Feng’s speed was too fast, and it was too late for Pojun to dodge.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Pojun raised his hands to protect his head and stretched out his left hand to block.

But he still underestimated Cao Feng's attack and was knocked away by Cao Feng's sword.

After flying backwards for several meters, Po Jun fell heavily to the ground. He was in great pain all over and almost lost his combat effectiveness.

Cao Feng just stood there, his eyes cold and without any mercy.

"Pfft!"

Po Jun struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to continue fighting, but he spat out a mouthful of blood after taking just two steps.

Cao Feng's sword contained enormous power, and even pierced his palm, causing a recurrence of his internal injuries.

"Pojun, you'd better think it over. If you kneel down and surrender now, you can still save your life."

"Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy." Cao Feng looked at Po Jun coldly.

"Hehe..." Po Jun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Cao Feng with extremely vicious eyes.

"You want me to surrender to you? Wish!"

"Cao Feng, don't think I don't know that you don't dare to kill me now."

"You know, it won't be long before Lord Jue Wushen leads the powerful men from Japan to conquer the Middle Earth."

"By then, I will have made the first contribution."

"Not only will you let me go, but you'll also beg me to do you a favor."

"By then, not to mention your Ming Dynasty, all the major dynasties in the Middle Earth will surely prostrate themselves at the feet of Lord Jue Wushen!"

Po Jun spoke every word with great viciousness.

"Oh?" Cao Feng raised his eyebrows when he heard that.

"You may not know this yet, but Lord Jue Wushen is about to break through to the Grandmaster level!"

"He will personally conquer Middle-earth. Who can contend with him? When the time comes, he can send out experts at will and easily annihilate Middle-earth!"

Pojun sneered and offered temptation again.

"What if I kill you?"

Cao Feng's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be wavering.

"Kill me? Hahaha, you don't dare to kill me."

Po Jun howled to the sky, his face full of madness: "I know your secret!" "If you are not afraid that Lord Jue Wushen will cause you trouble, then just go ahead and kill me."

"I believe that Lord Jue Wushen will not let you go when the time comes!"

"And once you fall into the hands of Lord Jue Wushen, you will definitely suffer extremely terrible torture, and your life will be worse than death!"

"Even if you are lucky enough to escape, Lord Jue Wushen has many masters under his command, and they will definitely hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"By then, you will surely die!"

"How about it? Have you thought about it clearly?"

There was a strong threat and provocation in Pojun's eyes.

At this moment, he was completely crazy and gave it his all.

He was willing to take the risk of angering Cao Feng and forcing him to kill him.

"Haha, you want me to be afraid of Jue Wushen. You really underestimate me."

"Since I dare to kill you, I won't worry about Jue Wushen's revenge!"

"Besides, do you think a clown like you is worthy of my fear?"

A hint of teasing appeared on Cao Feng's lips, and then he slowly raised his arm and swung out with a sword.

"puff!"

The extremely sharp sword turned into a cold light.

If Pojun had not dodged quickly, he would have died from this sword.

Pojun's eyes widened, he still couldn't figure out where Cao Feng got the confidence to challenge Jue Wushen?
There was no emotion in Cao Feng's eyes, but instead a strong fighting spirit emerged.

Absolutely no god?
It's just a bunch of crap from a tiny country!

Cao Feng didn't take it to heart at all!
"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Ten thousand swords facing the emperor!"

Po Jun looked at Cao Feng with vicious eyes, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.

"Crack!"

"Hoohoo!"

A strong wind swept over, and Po Jun suddenly rose from the ground and rushed into the air in an instant.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed and dark clouds rolled in.

Dark clouds covered the sky and enveloped the entire city.

The sky was pitch black, as if ink was splashed, making people feel suffocated.

And hundreds of miles away in the north, there is a mountain peak with a solitary peak and steep cliffs, which is extremely steep.

On the edge of the cliff, there was a middle-aged man in gray cloth sitting cross-legged.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a vast and majestic aura around him that was frightening.

And on his chest, there was a large and ancient Chinese character "皇" engraved.

This middle-aged man had a firm face, sharp features, and a sturdy and strong figure, like a solid wall of steel.

He sat cross-legged, his body erect, like a javelin.

But if you look closely, you can see that his back is slightly bent.

This middle-aged man must have practiced some special skills, which caused him to look like this.

This person is none other than the master of Wushen Jue Palace who is second only to Jue Wushen—the God of Boxing!

The God of Boxing also has another identity, that is, the senior brother of Jue Wushen from Japan. Although he is only at the peak of the Grandmaster level, he once inherited a set of mysterious martial arts from Japan, so his strength is much stronger than that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

It is said that he joined some hidden sect in Japan in his early years and received an elixir to transform his body.

From then on, his physical strength skyrocketed, and his speed, agility and defense all increased five times!
Such an exaggerated effect is simply horrifying!
At this moment, the God of Boxing slowly opened his eyes.

Those deep and sharp eyes exuded a fierce and domineering look.

His sight seemed to be able to see Po Jun through the thick layer of dark clouds.

"Shh!"

The God of Boxing clenched his right fist and smashed it out suddenly, shattering the dark clouds.

In an instant, the clear sky regained its brightness, and the warm sunlight poured down, shining on the body of the God of Boxing, making him look even more heroic and extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)