Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

0Jing Hongming told Tang Peng that they, the group of guardians made up of the peak experts of the Divine Dynasty, had paid a great price when they searched through Atlantis in the west many years ago, sacrificing more than a dozen people.    

    

Those who came back alive all received a curse, and that was their super martial power value. They could only stay alive for two minutes.    

    

Within 120 seconds, they would be ordinary people.    

    

Most importantly, after many years of covert confrontation, those people already suspected that Jing Hongming and the others were cursed. However, due to their terrifying martial strength, they never dared to interview Jing Hongming.    

    

Sometimes, even trying would kill you.    

    

Jing Hongming never lied. What he told Tang Peng was true.    

    

Coincidentally, this morning, the Western enemies who had been hiding in the dark for many years finally decided to give it a try. They wanted to see if Jing Hongming would still be that scary after two minutes.    

    

Jing Hongming originally had a chance to escape after finding out that they were being followed and guessing that the enemy was betting everything on this. It wouldn't even take two minutes for him to shake them off and escape to a safe place.    

    

However, Jing Hongming didn't do that.    

    

Because he was Jing Hongming.    

    

Only the cold-blooded one who died in battle didn't have Jing Hongming, who escaped with his life.    

    

He could only hope that he could kill all of his enemies within these two minutes. At most, he could release the white figure that had rushed over with these people — the Red Dust Demon.    

    

It was because she had let go of the Redcloud Demon Dao the last time that she discovered something. That was why she had been able to track him this morning.    

    

Jing Hongming raised his hand, signaling those people to hurry up and come up. He couldn't wait any longer, no matter if he was killed or by someone else.    

    

Jing Hongming's free and easy manner actually made those people hesitate: Originally, they were moving closer and closer to Jing Hongming step by step in order to prevent him from breaking out of the encirclement. But now, they stopped and looked at each other, maintaining their silence.    

    

"What, a battle to the death with me? Isn't that what you all wished for? Why are you all not moving anymore?"    

    

Jing Hongming slightly frowned. He put his hands behind his back again and slowly walked towards those people.    

    

Every step was like that. Ninety centimeters, no more, no less.    

    

Seeing Jing Hongming take the initiative to approach them, the person in the middle subconsciously took a step back.    

    

When danger was approaching, retreat was an instinctive reaction. This also showed that Jing Hongming was like a fierce tiger in the eyes of these people.    

    

Who wasn't afraid of a tiger?    

    

Ahh!" the man cried out as soon as he took a step back.    

    

This person's scream attracted the attention of his other companions and they all subconsciously looked towards him.    

    

They saw that a hand had actually appeared on the chest of the one who had taken the lead to retreat.    

    

That hand was covered in a cold fingernail, and was dripping with blood. Just as he took a step back, the red dust standing behind him took a step forward and made a sudden move. The finger pierced through his back, and a sharp steel claw pierced through his chest!    

    

Under the dim light, the steel claw, which was shining with a cold light, bent slowly. Fresh blood flowed from the tip of his finger and released some heat. Only then did his voice sound even colder. "Whoever steps back will die."    

    

In the face of danger, retreat or die? If everyone worked together, they might be able to get rid of the danger!    

    

The Red Dust Taoist used a bloody method to explain this logic to everyone.    

    

These people were used to life and death, but they had never seen their comrades killed by their leaders in such a cruel way. Fear quickly rose from their hearts, and transformed into a wave of fierce brutality: Since advancing was possible, retreating had to die — both left and right were death, why did they not die on the way forward?    

    

Dying at the hands of an enemy was far better than dying at the hands of one's own people.    

    

"Roar!"    

    

The Black-robed Man on the far left roared towards the sky. He leapt up and pounced towards Jing Hongming first, raising a sharp knife in his right hand.    

    

Affected by this person, the other six people also roared and rushed towards Jing Hongming.    

    

Under the strong deterrence of their comrades being killed, the faces of these people were already ferocious. Their expressions were very scary, even a tiger would be afraid.    

    

Jing Hongming was not a tiger. He was just like a tiger, but in reality, he was many times stronger than a tiger.    

    

Would a fierce tiger, when someone jumped two meters in front of it with a knife in hand, not retreat but advance? Would it use a speed even faster than the enemy's to ruthlessly smash into the chest of the enemy?    

    

Could a fierce tiger make that person only have enough time to let out a single roar and never have the chance to open his mouth again?    

    

As the saying goes, the first one to take the lead, the first to launch an attack towards the danger, doesn't end up well. Just like this person, the moment the knife he held high in the air landed on his throat, it was immediately crushed by Jing Hongming!    

    

Kacha ~ Only Jing Hongming could hear the crisp sound. His right hand seized the knife in the man's hand, turned around like a whirlwind, and stabbed right into the right side of the enemy's Left Rib. It was extremely deep!    

    

"Ah!    

    

The man who was struck by the knife instinctively let out a scream. His body was still. The moment his body was injured, all his nerves would be tense and his muscles would do whatever it was they were doing.    

    

When this person finally woke up from the pain, his rage before his death had caused his eyes to turn blood-red. The knife he held high in the air had fiercely stabbed into someone's heart with all of his strength.    

    

I finally perished with him, heheh heh heh. After the man had struck with all his might, all the strength in his body, along with the final thump of his pierced heart, disappeared with a final thump. His mouth curved into a satisfied smile, and he opened his arms to embrace the person he had stabbed.    

    

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, their speed very slow.    

    

When this person's life consciousness completely disappeared, he was finally awake. Only then did he see: the person he stabbed in the heart was not an enemy at all, but the first one to pounce at Jing Hongming, with his throat crushed.    

    

Those with their throats crushed wouldn't be able to die even after a while.    

    

However, when his chest was viciously stabbed again, it would be even harder to survive than ascending to the heavens.    

    

Even after he was thrown to the ground, his hands were still tightly locked around his neck as if he was trying to repair his broken throat. His eyes were wide open as he stared at his companion with resentment, doubt, and regret.    

    

At most, it was only for two seconds, but Jing Hongming had already killed two enemies at the speed of lightning.    

    

Instant kill, absolute instant kill!    

    

Close combat was Jing Hongming's strongest point. Many years ago, he was already one of the four best close-combat fighters in the world. Even though the people brought by the Red Dust Demoness Dao were all extraordinary, but in the domain that he was most adept at, he had become so weak that he couldn't withstand a single blow.    

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To engage in close-combat with the enemy, Jing Hongming had to slaughter everyone except for the red dust in two minutes. That was the main reason why Jing Hongming led the group to the garbage dump: the two sides were surrounded by high trash heaps, and this narrow 'alley' in the middle could not provide too much room for movement, and could only use close-combat methods.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Jing Hongming had killed two enemies. This made him have the confidence to annihilate the enemies within two minutes, which made him even more confident. Stimulated by the smell of blood, he roared a clear dragon chant as he charged towards the third person.    

    

"Disperse! Disperse! Surround him and attack him! Delay him!"    

    

At this moment, the Red Dust Taoist's screams also sounded, reminding his subordinates to spread out and attack Jing Hongming, trying to stall for as much time as possible.    

    

After her two subordinates were killed, she suddenly remembered that close-combat was Jing Hongming's specialty. If this went on, she believed that it wouldn't be long before all her subordinates were slaughtered.    

    

Actually, there was no need for the Red Dust Demon to remind her. When her other four subordinates saw that her two companions had happily entered the Western Paradise in just a blink of an eye, the Evil Qi that was triggered by 'dying from the latter' dissipated, and they instinctively jumped to the side.    

    

The third target Jing Hongming chose also jumped up with his fastest speed. It was a suave backflip — Based on his abilities, this backflip could pull him back at least 3 meters.    

    

Perhaps, he shouldn't have flipped backwards in the air.    

    

No matter how fast the backflip was, it still couldn't compare to a turn and jump.    

    

He did a back flip because it looked much better and had a lot more face than when he was running away.    

    

However, he seemed to have forgotten one thing: in a battle of life and death, face was the most deadly.    

    

However, it was too late to say anything now. This person was doing a beautiful backflip. He was just about to land on the ground and roll eighteen times on the spot, when his scalp suddenly tightened.    

    

Then, the man heard a contemptuous curse: "Idiot."    

    

Idiot translation into English, how should I say?    

    

For some reason, this question flashed through the man's mind. However, it was quickly washed away by the intense pain coming from the back of his neck.    

    

With a "peng", Jing Hongming's left hand grabbed the hair of the guy who flipped in the air and pulled him into his arms. At the same time, his right fist took advantage of the situation and landed heavily on the back of Jing Hongming's neck.    

    

Some people said that the force behind Jing Hongming's fist was at least 400 pounds.    

    

He smiled and said modestly that he wasn't that good, but he could break a slate after breaking a brick.    

    

Could the neck of this guy who performed somersaulted be as sturdy as a slate stone?    

    

Of course the answer was no, so it was very normal for Jing Hongming to break his neck with one punch.    

    

Bang!    

    

When the dead body was casually thrown towards one person by Jing Hongming, there were already three enemies killed by him within seven seconds.    

    

It was like pouring snow through boiling water. The enemy had no way of resisting.    

    

However … Next, it would be very difficult for him to kill the others because the remaining three people had already started to fight against him, led by the Redsoul Demon Daoist.    

    

Jing Hongming didn't like this kind of fighting style at all.    

    

Because he had activated his true qi, he only had two minutes to start a massacre. If he could not kill all seven Black-robed Man s and flee the Red Dust Demon Dao within the stipulated time, then he could only choose to be killed.    

    

After kicking out his legs consecutively without receiving any effect, Jing Hongming suddenly turned around and pounced towards the Red Dust Demon, laughing sinisterly: "Compared to Atlantis and those divine servants that aren't afraid of death, Meidusha's people are simply a bunch of useless people who are afraid of life and death."    

    

Facing Jing Hongming who pounced at him like an eagle, the white-haired Hong Chen quickly retreated to avoid Jing Hongming's attack. She giggled and said: "Although calling him trash is a bit harsh, it's still better than becoming a dead man. "Jing Hongming, do you think provoking me will be of any use?"    

    

This woman had a fairy-like face and a devilish body, but her heart was as vicious as a snake and scorpion's. Four of her subordinates had died in an instant.    

    

She could only hope that her seven subordinates could exchange for two minutes of time.    

    

What would Jing Hongming look like in two minutes?