Chapter 21: Penta kill~

I am so honest, so cooperative, so cute...

Why do they still want to kill me?

Wang Teng didn't understand!

His mother was right; a handsome and cute rich second generation like him had to protect himself out in the world!

The outside world was too dangerous!

One wrong move, and your life could be in peril.

He walked toward the lead robber step by step, his entire body trembling uncontrollably... Kill them, he must kill them; they were all vicious, heinous criminals!

One step!

Two steps!

As he drew closer, the other hostages cast him pitying glances.

Though they felt pity, there was also a sliver of relief in their eyes—relief that they weren't the ones dying first.

They were trembling too.

Even a boy this cute wouldn't be spared by those robbers; they were truly beyond brutal. Why hadn't the police helicopter arrived yet?

If it didn't come soon, they would be the ones dying next!

Kill them!

Kill them!

Wang Teng's mental state collapsed.

He was incredibly nervous; his palms, his back, and his forehead were all drenched in sweat!

There was no other way besides killing them!

Three steps, four steps... soon, he was less than half a meter away from the lead robber.

"Hurry up! Get over here!" the lead robber barked impatiently.

Enough!

Close enough!

He couldn't wait any longer.

Wang Teng suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Why are you forcing me?"

"??"

The lead robber thought Wang Teng had likely been scared witsless and was becoming incoherent.

But in the next instant, several robbers and all the hostages widened their eyes.

The lead robber looked as if he had seen a ghost!

What was he seeing?

The hostage who had just been like a little lamb had suddenly transformed into an angry, frenzied grizzly bear.

His aura changed in an instant!

"I..."

It all seemed slow yet was incredibly fast!

The moment Wang Teng lifted his head, he did not hesitate for a second. His resolve was as hard as iron, and he stomped down heavily with his foot.

Boom!

The tiled floor shattered instantly, sending debris flying in all directions.

The power from his foot surged, propelling Wang Teng forward abruptly. Like a launched arrow, he lunged toward the lead robber in a flash.

Extreme speed, micro-level movement technique, total explosion of power!

He bridged the distance of less than half a meter in less than a second.

The lead robber could see him, but he couldn't keep up.

Wang Teng swung his fist like a hammer, raising it high and bringing it down; his fist grew larger and larger in the other man's horrified gaze.

"...Shit!"

Just as the second half of his curse left his lips, Wang Teng's full-force strike slammed into his head.

Bang!

How terrifying was a force of over a thousand kilograms!

It was roughly equivalent to being crushed by a large truck!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out; a perfectly good watermelon had just been smashed!

First blood!

Smashed...

Wang Teng felt nothing at this moment. His mind was entirely consumed by the crisis of death. He had killed one, but four remained!

They had guns; it was too terrifying!

He had to end this quickly!

Therefore, he did not pause for a moment.

He grabbed the lead robber's body and slammed it into the scarred robber behind him.

Wang Teng pressed the advantage.

At this moment, his mind was racing at high speed, and the basic combat techniques he had mastered seemed to merge into one.

His movement technique merged into his speed.

His sword and saber techniques merged into his fist techniques.

With no weapons in hand, his fists were swords, and his legs were sabers.

The lead robber's body slammed into the scarred man, catching him off guard. Wang Teng's leg swept in from the left like a blade.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones rang out clearly!

Boom!

The man flew sideways, crashing into the wall. He spat out blood, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

Double kill!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The remaining three robbers looked terrified, but they finally reacted and began firing at Wang Teng.

Under the influence of runes, the bullets poured out with even greater speed and power.

Whiz!

The bullets seemed to tear through the air, carrying a piercing, sharp sound as they aimed directly for Wang Teng's vital points.

Head, heart, thigh...

Wang Teng was prepared. Having finished off the scarred man in one blow, he shrunk his body...

A perfect tactical roll!

He dove under a workbench.

Bang!

A bullet hit the wall, blasting a large crater into the surface.

Wang Teng glanced at it, his heart still racing.

Fortunately, he hadn't resisted recklessly before!

With that kind of power, a hit would surely leave a bloody hole in him; even the physique of a high-level Martial Apprentice wouldn't be able to withstand it.

The thought flashed through his mind briefly.

He immediately grabbed a chair in front of him and threw it out, while he lunged out from the other side.

The three robbers were on high alert. Seeing something flying toward them, they instinctively fired several shots at it.

"Oh no!"

But as soon as they fired, they knew they had messed up!

Wang Teng gave them no time to regret. He charged in from the other side and threw a punch, striking one robber in the temple.

The robber's body swayed before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Triple kill!

Another one down.

Then he turned toward a robber two meters away.

Wang Teng remembered him; he was the first one who had said he would take him out.

Because of this, his strike was even heavier. He brought both hands together and hammered down like a heavy mallet, sending the robber flying three meters back.

Quadra kill!

Bang! Bang!

The last robber was the one who had been driving earlier.

Seeing Wang Teng so ferocious—seeing his companions die or be heavily wounded in just a few moves—he was terrified.

He retreated uncontrollably, hurriedly firing several shots at Wang Teng!

Wang Teng's figure flashed, appearing at his side. He threw a punch—the simplest thrust from the basic sword technique.

One move!

Another move!

The robber collapsed.

Penta kill!

None of the five robbers were spared. From the moment Wang Teng suddenly erupted to the end of the battle, less than a minute had passed!

The hostages were stunned!

Their mouths hung open, yet they could make no sound.

The injured middle-aged woman also seemed to have temporarily forgotten her pain, staring at him blankly.

You are also a hostage, so why are you so outstanding! So ferocious!

We were supposed to tremble together, but you killed all the robbers; you must be a demon, right?

"Huff, huff, huff!"

With all five robbers down, Wang Teng's tense nerves relaxed, and he began to gasp for air.

Tired!

A wave of exhaustion washed over his body.

Although the battle had only lasted a few dozen seconds, his spirit had been stretched to the limit under the life-and-death crisis. His adrenaline had surged and his bodily functions had operated at high speed, causing massive consumption of both his mental and physical energy.

"Why did you force me?"

Wang Teng muttered to himself. As his gaze swept across the room, his face suddenly turned pale.

The gruesome state of the robbers made his stomach churn; waves of gastric acid felt as if they were about to surge up his throat.

He hurriedly turned his head away, only to meet the eyes of the hostages.

These people were filled with terror, their faces equally pale; some were even hiding in corners, vomiting.

The way they looked at Wang Teng was strange—not at all like they were looking at an innocent high school student...

Instead, it was as if they were looking at a psychopathic killer!

"If I say I'm a good person, will you believe me?" Wang Teng asked with a face full of sincerity.

Several hostages instinctively shook their heads in unison, but immediately realized their mistake and began nodding frantically.

However, their guilty expressions lacked any shred of persuasiveness...