The prestigious National Blade, Soldier King unit, has always been the one to bully others. When have they ever been so underestimated? Luo Zheng didn't expect the enemy to be so arrogant and complacent, completely disregarding his brothers, which instantly infuriated him. His face became solemn as he frowned and looked at the field. He saw Tie Diao's large hand reaching out like an eagle claw, swiftly grabbing an enemy's helmet. With forceful steps, his body twisted oddly, and the hand holding the enemy's helmet twisted along.
"Crack—" A sound echoed as Tie Diao twisted this enemy's neck with one hand. The triumphant Tie Diao casually tossed the corpse aside, then exerted force again with his foot, charging forward like a fired cannonball. Both hands reached out firmly, grabbing another enemy and throwing him skyward with effort.
