Terrifying Chess Game

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Jamie Lant and Lawrence ended up falling to the ground, turning into a bloody mess.

Zhang Xuan retracted his saber fan and looked at Xiao Chenyu, who was leaning against the wall recuperating. He sneered, "Sometimes, I really want to have a proper showdown with you to see who is truly the king of cold weapons in China."

"No need to ask; it's definitely me." With Zhang Xuan’s antidote, Xiao Chenyu recovered quite a bit of his strength.

"Oh Why How can you be so confident" Zhang Xuan frowned.

"Because you are an American."

Xiao Chenyu's one sentence left Zhang Xuan speechless for a long while.

...

Wang Zheng stood on the sixteenth step, looking at the man and woman lying before him. He sighed softly.

As expected of him, this was indeed a grand scheme, a terrifying chess game aimed at the Eastern Tyrant King.

This man and woman were known as the "Masked Ghost Couple," a name that was well-known in the Western Dark World. They always wore green-faced, fanged ghost masks when carrying out their missions, which is how they earned this nickname.

However, the reason for their fame also had something to do with another identity of theirs.

The Masked Ghost Couple were once elite soldiers in the Atlantic Alliance and one of Eric Lee's most trusted subordinates. As the leader of the Atlantic Alliance, Eric Lee placed great trust in them and often entrusted them with important missions. The couple did not disappoint Eric Lee’s expectations; they always completed their tasks excellently, thus becoming high-level managers within the Atlantic Alliance.

Yet these two people ended up appearing on the 16th floor and were killed by Wang Zheng.

There was no other way. Wang Zheng had to kill them. The previous fight was quite dangerous; if Wang Zheng had shown even a bit of hesitation, he would likely be dead now.

In light of the enemy’s desperate attack, how could Wang Zheng not resort to killing

These two people, who were highly regarded by Eric Lee and had made significant contributions to the Atlantic Alliance in the past, were killed by Wang Zheng. How would Eric Lee view him upon hearing this news If everyone in the Atlantic Alliance knew that their hero was slain by Wang Zheng, how much hatred would they bear towards the Eastern Dark King

Clearly, such a situation would be extremely detrimental to Wang Zheng. Moreover, without even having to speculate, he could be certain that the news of him killing the Masked Ghost Couple had been transmitted back to the Atlantic Alliance in real-time.

The enmity thus engendered was truly thorough.

Wang Zheng had no idea who was secretly plotting against him and managing to coordinate so many powerful figures from different factions. The power of this individual could not be simply described as terrifying!

"I really can't figure out what kind of deep-seated grudge you have against me" Wang Zheng shook his head and looked at the wound on his left arm, which was caused by the knife of the Ghost-Faced couple. The long cut continued to bleed, with drops of blood dripping onto the ground without pause.

Wang Zheng didn't think further but climbed up the stairs slowly. His footsteps showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Knowing that what awaited him ahead was a mountain of knives and seas of fire, Wang Zheng remained undeterred. Rescuing Su Manman was one reason; another was his desire to strip away all pretenses from his opponents, thoroughly smashing through the eight floors and exposing their true colors.

On the seventeenth floor, Wang Zheng ramped up his speed to its maximum limit, moving like a phantom. He solved the problem with just several moves. This battle was relatively easier compared to others, but Wang Zheng's mood didn't improve at all.

This time, the person who died by his hand was Arogo, the leader of the notorious African Ashmir terrorist organization. The victim was Arogo's own brother, Aroming, known for his sinister and cruel nature as "the African Viper." He had committed infamously gruesome acts like beheading a thousand people from an African tribe overnight and hanging their heads on trees—no one spared, not even elders, children, or women. His brutal methods were shocking to the core. Aroming was already on Interpol's most wanted list, and killing him would earn a reward of $1 million.

It could be said that Aroming was truly a terrorist, his hands stained with blood so deeply that even days of soaking them in 84 disinfectant wouldn't wash it away. It would not be enough to atone for the evil he had done.

Killing such a scum, Wang Zheng felt no compassion or hesitation. But why was someone of this status here Why would they lower themselves and fight him one-on-one What made them come back Why

Wang Zheng couldn't understand it; he really couldn't.

If he didn't meet the final boss, no matter how much Wang Zheng racked his brains here, he wouldn't be able to figure out anything.

The Golden Twelve Palaces, no, this eight-level death tower wasn't just draining Wang Zheng's physical and mental strength; it was also piling enmity against him. Piling it on thick and fast!

If the news of Arumine's death at his own hands reaches Arugo, given the latter's vengeful nature, he would likely mobilize the entire "Ashmir" terrorist organization to hunt him down.

Of course, Wang Zheng is not afraid of such a ragtag organization hunting him down. What he fears most is Arugo losing control; if someone like that loses their reason, it will pose an enormous potential threat to the world, especially to the Chinese people!

"Damn it." Wang Zheng punched the railing and narrowed his eyes: "I'll see who dares to scheme against me."

"I'll make sure you don't even recognize your own parents!" Wang Zheng said with hatred.

On the eighteenth floor, when Wang Zheng saw who was blocking him, a stronger sense of helplessness immediately welled up inside him.

An Chengxuan—the long-renowned "War God of South Korea."

This year, An Chengxuan is already sixty-eight years old. In his youth, he traveled widely and studied martial arts in China for twenty years; upon returning to South Korea, he became invincible across the country, establishing a school and becoming a master. He is considered the number one martial artist in South Korea, known for his kind-heartedness and broad-mindedness. He has numerous disciples who revere him as an old immortal, bestowing him with great prestige.

If he were to kill this An Chengxuan, it would undoubtedly trigger a massive uproar within South Korea, inciting the public's anger to such an extent that they might tear Wang Zheng apart. Moreover, if not properly managed, it could escalate into an international incident!

Looking at the elderly man in his loose Korean attire with white hair and beard, appearing calm and collected, An Chengxuan, Wang Zheng stared intently into his eyes and said solemnly: "Why is it you"

"Why shouldn't it be me" An Yixuan smiled slightly, exuding a masterful aura. and is bleeding profusely; her snow-white skin that used to resemble silk will likely never return to its original condition.Luo Qi lies on the ground, groaning in pain. The nude beauty is now covere...