Chapter 100

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"Alright," Zhao Hao said without hesitation.

Zhao Hao never doubted Guo Jing's strength.

The four from Nimo Star were indeed rare experts, but even if they all attacked together, they could at most temporarily hold back Guo Jing; they were no match for him.

The same went for Zhao Hao. He had already decided to spare no expense to quickly and decisively eliminate the four.

Now, with Guo Jing taking care of it, it couldn't be better.

After all, these four were ultimately just obstacles. Zhao Hao's true target was Kublai.

Zhao Hao's figure moved slightly, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Jinlun.

The encirclement formed by the four from Nimo Star was completely ineffective against Zhao Hao.

The faces of the four from Nimo Star turned red. They hadn't expected Zhao Hao to break through their encirclement so easily. Just as they were about to pursue Zhao Hao, a powerful palm wind from behind forced them to change their minds.

Guo Jing had arrived.

Facing Guo Jing, the four had to be extremely cautious, and they had no spare strength to chase Zhao Hao.

However, Zhao Hao still couldn't catch up to Kublai.

Jinlun once again blocked Zhao Hao's path.

"Get out of the way," Zhao Hao's voice carried an undeniable killing intent.

Jinlun's left hand was still trembling slightly, a lingering effect from blocking Zhao Hao's spear earlier.

Zhao Hao's spear was not something that could be easily blocked.

Now, Jinlun's right hand was severely injured by Guo Jing's arrow, and his left hand was almost useless. His strength had dropped by half compared to his peak, and it was impossible for him to block Zhao Hao.

But Jinlun still stood in front of Zhao Hao.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. As the Mongol Empire's national master, I cannot stand by and watch you kill the Fourth Prince," Jinlun said.

Protecting Kublai was his duty, and he could not shirk it.

Jinlun was not entirely devoted to martial arts, but he still had his own pride.

"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant it to you," Zhao Hao said, unwilling to waste more words.

His long spear trembled, and instantly, red spear shadows filled the sky, like a raging fire on the battlefield.

Around Zhao Hao, cries of pain rose and fell.

These were the cries of the Mongol soldiers who were preparing to ambush him.

The Blazing Spear Technique, one spear to set the world ablaze.

Then, all the spear shadows disappeared, merging into one spear.

This spear abandoned all changes; it didn't need any changes.

It had only the speed and determination to move forward, with the spear tip not trembling at all, and the hand holding the spear was so steady it was terrifying.

A moment later, the dust settled.

Zhao Hao continued to charge forward without looking back, completely ignoring the scene behind him.

Behind Zhao Hao, Jinlun's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and despair, but he couldn't say a word.

He had been pierced through the throat by Zhao Hao's spear.

Yes, just one spear.

He and Zhao Hao were never on the same level.

Jinlun was unwilling, but he could only enter the cycle of rebirth with his unwillingness.

Zhao Hao felt no satisfaction. For Zhao Hao, killing Jinlun was a given. If Jinlun didn't die, it would truly surprise Zhao Hao.

From beginning to end, Zhao Hao never took Jinlun seriously.

The facts proved that Jinlun was indeed not worth Zhao Hao's attention.

Around Kublai, there were still over a thousand soldiers, and the auras of the few closest to Kublai were exceptionally strong, strong enough to make even Zhao Hao's face change slightly.

Although the number of martial arts experts on the grasslands was less than in the Central Plains, it was not surprising for Kublai to have such guards given his status.

Zhao Hao focused his mind, forgetting everything, and put his spear back on his back. He then rushed toward Kublai at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, Zhao Hao's figure left afterimages.

This was a sign of his speed reaching its peak.

In front of Kublai, two rows of Mongol soldiers held long spears, ready to face the threat.

Kublai's face was gloomy but calm, showing no signs of panic.

In terms of martial arts, he was far inferior to Zhao Hao.

But in terms of presence and courage, Kublai was never lacking.

Even in this situation.

However, Kublai couldn't smile now.

Jinlun's death had greatly shocked him.

Zhao Hao's true strength was still uncertain to Kublai.

Zhao Hao remained silent and did not attack with his spear.

He directly charged into the Mongol soldiers holding spears at the front.

The two rows of battle-hardened Mongol soldiers were knocked back, creating a gap.

No one expected Zhao Hao to break through the line so brutally.

However, they were relieved that Zhao Hao was injured.

His clothes were torn, and blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

Being hit by so many spears, he was bound to be injured.

Especially since Zhao Hao was moving at high speed when he was hit by the spears.

By all logic, he should have died.

But Zhao Hao did not die.

He only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and there was no blood on his body.

However, Kublai had no time or mood to think about why Zhao Hao didn't die.

Because Zhao Hao, who had broken through the blockade, did not slow down at all.

His target was clear: Kublai.

But Zhao Hao still hadn't used his spear.

On Kublai's left, a young Mongol general suddenly changed his expression and urgently said, "Not good, he's gathering his strength."

Yes, Zhao Hao was gathering his strength.

He had not yet used his spear because the spear he was about to use was the strongest move in the Blazing Spear Technique—the No-Spear Technique.

So, even in the face of multiple layers of resistance, Zhao Hao did not use his spear.

He was gathering his strength, waiting.

Waiting until he had gathered enough strength and was confident in killing Kublai, then he would use his spear.

At that time, it would surely be earth-shattering.

Zhao Hao didn't expect that someone in the Mongol army could see through his move.

But even if they saw through it, it was useless.

Some things cannot be stopped just because you understand them.

The person who shouted held a long spear and charged at Zhao Hao with all his might.

Zhao Hao frowned slightly. This person's strength was only slightly inferior to Jinlun.

The Mongol army actually had such a young talent, with sharp eyes and a ruthless timing for his attack.

He was trying to force Zhao Hao to use his spear, giving Kublai a chance to survive.

But, unfortunately, you are still too weak.

Zhao Hao shook his head in his heart. The spear that had been on his back was now back in his hand.

With the spear in hand, Zhao Hao accelerated again, to the disbelief of everyone.

Only Zhao Hao's afterimage remained at the spot, and the young general with the long spear hit the afterimage.

At this moment, Zhao Hao was raising his spear high.

On the tip of the spear, Kublai was already dead.

An indescribable spear.

Kublai had no reaction, not even time to move.

One spear, soul-severing.

Zhao Hao stood proudly on the spot, and the scene was deathly silent.

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