"What? Then I'll throw it away."
Linglong fumbled in her backpack and took out the Holy Grail.
"It's too late!"
Just as Ning Beichen finished speaking, a loud bang was heard from outside, and the sand cave they were hiding in was exposed.
Three men appeared before them, two blond and one white-haired, all over 1.95 meters tall, with bulging muscles that clearly indicated explosive strength.
"They still caught up."
Ning Beichen sighed, unable to evade Shen Zongting's pursuit after all.
Ning Beichen scanned the three strong men of Shen Zongting and was surprised to find that a power he had never seen before flowed through them.
This power was not the internal energy Ning Beichen was familiar with, nor was it some kind of superpower, nor was it like sorcery, as Ning Beichen had seen sorcery from Haitang.
However, Ning Beichen soon stopped caring. No matter what kind of power it was, there were countless powers in this world, and they all eventually led to the same destination.
Because his master had told him something: only if the person is strong, will the power be strong.
If the person is weak, even if given a nuclear power plant, it would be useless.
Ning Beichen deeply agreed with his master's view.
"Now you have two choices: first, you obediently come back with me; second, I will break your bones and take you back."
The white-haired man looked down at Ning Beichen and Linglong and said.
"I choose the third option."
Ning Beichen said in a deep voice.
"There is no third option."
The white-haired man said with a cold smile.
"Yes, I said so."
In the past few days, Ning Beichen had become somewhat annoyed by Shen Zongting's pursuit, and he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he unleashed his killing move the moment he made a move, with no intention of holding back.
With a boom.
Before the white-haired man could even react, Ning Beichen's fist landed on his lower abdomen and pierced his body like a drill.
However, as he pierced his body, Ning Beichen clearly felt an angry power resisting him, and this power even roared and cursed in his ears, wanting to invade Ning Beichen's body.
But it was crushed by Ning Beichen's Grandmaster aura, and this roaring power didn't even leave a trace.
The other two blond men, seeing their companion killed by Ning Beichen with one punch, their expressions changed drastically, and they no longer dared to underestimate Ning Beichen, immediately putting distance between themselves and him.
However, the deceased white-haired man was only the weakest among them. Although Ning Beichen killed him, he did not scare them. Instead, it enraged them.
With a boom.
A layer of golden light appeared on the bodies of the two blond men, like a bronze plating.
One of them drew a long sword, while the other held a hammer. Golden light emanated from their weapons.
Bang!
A bullet hit one of the men, but the bullet was split in half by the man's sword.
Linglong was the one who fired the shot. She held a smoking pistol in her hand and stared dumbfounded at the bullet head split in two on the ground, her eyelids twitching.
"Is... is this still human?"
"Ignorant mortals, you know nothing of the power of Shen Zongting!"
The swordsman shouted, and with a wave of his long sword, a curved blade energy, like the bright moon in the sky, flew towards Ning Beichen and Linglong.
Ning Beichen frowned. It was difficult to dodge here. The key was that Linglong was behind him, and if he dodged, Linglong would be in danger.
Thinking of this, Ning Beichen clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the internal energy in his meridians surged like the Yellow River. He punched towards the blade energy.
With a boom.
Ning Beichen's fist force materialized, accompanied by the powerful might of a Grandmaster, charging towards the blade light.
The fist force collided with the blade light, giving Ning Beichen a very strange feeling.
Although the fist force was off his hand, it was not like a bullet that was completely out of his control.
Even with bullets, there was recoil generated when they were fired.
And the fist force was the same.
Even though it flew out, leaving Ning Beichen's fist, the power of the fist force was still connected to Ning Beichen. The stronger Ning Beichen was, the stronger the fist force would be, and the weaker Ning Beichen was, the weaker the fist force would be.
This was unlike firearms, which would adhere to the law of conservation.
So Ning Beichen felt like his fist was passing through a thin film, and this film was initially very strong, like a steel plate.
But soon Ning Beichen's fist force penetrated the blade light, and he felt that the power that formed the blade light was collapsing and disappearing bit by bit in his fist.
With a few crackling sounds, like raindrops on banana leaves.
A four-fingered fist print appeared on the body of the blond man who had released the blade energy, with a dented area.
With a puff.
The blond man spat out blood. The area hit by the fist force was dark red, the muscles were necrotic, and the fist force was still raging within his wound.
However, the fist force did not rage for long before a mysterious power erupted from his body, dispelling Ning Beichen's fist force.
Although there was no life-threatening danger, Ning Beichen's punch had already injured him.
"This... this is impossible! How can this man's strength be more terrifying than his divine power!"
The swordsman was extremely panicked.
At this moment, the other man with the hammer had already charged towards Ning Beichen, and the hammer in his hand turned into a white light, smashing towards Ning Beichen's head.
Ning Beichen felt a terrifying force pressing down on him, but the terrifying thing was not the man holding the hammer, but the hammer the man was holding.
It must be that this hammer was not an ordinary item and should be a weapon of Shen Zongting.
This hammer, like the sword of the previous man, should belong to the same category.
Before, Ning Beichen had found it strange that the sword energy released by that man was powerful, but the blond man's abilities were mediocre and he was easily injured by his punch.
So, their strength was not in themselves, but in the weapons they held.
Thinking of this, Ning Beichen suddenly understood.
So the powerful force he had felt before did not come from themselves, but from the weapons they held.
If it did not come from themselves, then would this weapon become even more powerful if it fell into the hands of a powerful person, such as himself?
Ning Beichen's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he decided to test the power of the hammer head-on.
So Ning Beichen did not retreat, but instead stepped forward a few steps and met the hammer with his fist in a direct confrontation.
With a bang.
Ning Beichen stumbled back a few steps, then looked at his fist.
He found that the nail covers of his five fingers were almost shaken off, and a trickle of blood seeped out from between his fingers, and his arm was a little numb and painful.
"What a powerful hammer!"
Ning Beichen couldn't help but exclaim.