I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

There was a muffled sound, and the wall suddenly shattered.

Among the flying rubble, a short but capable figure rushed out as fast as lightning.

A blurry figure appeared in a flash, and Han Qingcheng raised his left arm almost instinctively to block the opponent's powerful and heavy fist.

But the next moment, a bursting knee hit his lower abdomen.Severe pain quickly spread through the nerves throughout his body. His body bowed like a shrimp, and his whole body was violently pushed out.

Han Qingcheng's body spanned half the room and hit the wall hard.

Before he could fall from the wall, the figure followed him flying backwards and hit Han Qingcheng's head with another heavy punch.

It stands to reason that when Han Qingcheng was hit against the wall, there was no point of strength and he would definitely fall down.

But no one in this world knows that there is something called "Chakra".

So when Han Qingcheng used chakra to stick to the wall, the opponent's predicted punch naturally failed.

"Mr. Andre, I won't be a substitute this time."

The corners of Han Qingcheng's mouth raised in an arc, his body twisted and bounced off the wall, and he whipped his whip leg in mid-air to hit Andre Lie in the face.

Han Qingcheng's pupils shrank instantly as he rolled over and landed.

Andrew Lie hit him in the leg, but he was nailed to the spot without moving a step.

Slowly turning his head back at a 180-degree angle, Andrei had a sneer on his face.

"How did the suicide bomb last time feel? Today's young people are so powerful that they can survive this."

At this time, Andre Lie was no longer the little old man with the face of a shrewd businessman, and his whole body was filled with a sinister and cold aura.

"The Bronze Throne?"

The touch of the kick just now was like hitting a piece of iron. Coupled with the bulging muscles on Andre Lie's body, Han Qingcheng frowned and asked.

"Yes, you have this insight at such a young age. The education at Kassel College is indeed great."

Andrew shook his neck, with a cold smile on his lips.

Without any further nonsense, the two of them rushed away at the same time.

The Chixiao Sword slipped out of the scabbard like a stream of light, and the blade drew a line of cold light like water and fell towards Andre Lie's neck.

It was obvious at a glance that the ancient sword with its clumsy artistic conception was no ordinary weapon. Even with the blessing of the Word Spirit Bronze Throne, Andrew Lie did not dare to use it forcefully.

As he dodged, Han Qingcheng hit him on the temple with his elbow.

"Alchemy sword? I have one too."

After pulling out a long dark silver dagger from his waist and blocking the Chixiao Sword, Andrei sneered.

Obviously, he also has an alchemical weapon in his hand.

The two alchemy swords moved again, and the light and shadow of the swords filled the entire room in an instant.

To Han Qingcheng's expectation, Andrew Lie, the emperor of the underground auction house, had a good fighting ability.Although my swordsmanship is only mediocre...

Ancient swords and daggers collided frequently, sparks flying everywhere.

Eight Gates Dunjia, close the gate, open it!

Chakra turned into an angry dragon and swirled up, and strong air currents rose up.

After opening the Eight Gate Dunjia, Han Qingcheng, whose speed and strength reached a higher level, finally got rid of the situation where his strength was suppressed.

Taking advantage of his speed, Han Qingcheng began to fight around Andrew Lieyou.

"Andre Lie, guess whether your men can stop my companions."

During the gap between swords and swords, Han Qingcheng said sarcastically.

"Hmph! Although your companions are good, I'm afraid they won't last five minutes."

Andrew Lie obviously has great confidence in his mixed-race subordinates.

Just the next moment, a violent explosion sounded in the corridor outside, followed by a blazing fire that illuminated the passage extremely brightly.

A strong shock wave rushed in along the open door, causing both of them to stumble involuntarily.

"Hey, my support is here."

Han Qingcheng held his long sword horizontally and said to Andre Lie with a smile. He also pursed his lips to indicate to him to look in the direction of the door.

Andre turned his head and saw a young man wearing a somewhat tattered blue uniform holding a samurai sword and nailing it to the door like a sharp javelin.

"Just go ahead and capture him, Andrew Lie."

President Chu is always so stylish, with his always expressionless face paired with his cold temperament.

Even though his clothes were a little ragged at this time, he still didn't look embarrassed.

The cold sword light drew a rainbow and headed straight for Andre Lie.

Taking advantage of Andre Lie's distraction, Han Qingcheng, who had activated the teleportation technique, appeared next to Andre Lie like a ghost, slashing down with the Red Sky Sword with a cold light.

However, this sword did not accomplish anything. Although Andrei looked back at the door, he still remained alert enough.

The decisive blow of the Red Sky Sword was stopped in mid-air by the long dagger of the alchemical sword.

"Huh, young man, it's useless to use such tricks in front of me."

Andrew moved quickly and stood against the wall.

The fact that Chu Zihang can appear here means that all of his subordinates are probably dead or captured.The young man holding the sword was already particularly troublesome. He did not dare to show his back to Chu Zihang again.

"Hey, you never tire of deceit, old gentleman."

Han Qingcheng missed a hit and did not pursue any more. Instead, he stood there leaning on the hilt of his sword as if he was planning to stop, allowing Andrei to escape from the embarrassing situation of being attacked from both sides.

"But, having said that, how long can your bronze throne last? One minute? Or 1 seconds?"

Han Qingcheng smiled casually.

"Old man, my physical strength is quite good. You can give it a try."

Andrew Lie smiled coldly and showed a provocative expression towards Han Qingcheng.

"You can pull it off. You think I don't know the side effects of the Bronze Throne. With your body, I feel strange that you can persist for so long. I'm afraid you may have taken drugs. Do you feel that your muscles are very swollen and painful now? I can’t even stand still.”

Andrew Lie's stern look was so obvious that Han Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh.

The Bronze Throne, a word spirit, has a huge increase in the physical body. Even if Han Qingcheng opened the Eight Gates of Dunjia, he was still suppressed by Andre Lie in terms of strength.

But the Bronze Throne also places a huge burden on the physical body. Even a guy like Fingel, who is as strong as a horse, cannot bear the negative effects of this speaking spirit for a long time.

Not to mention the guy Andrew Lie.

Han Qingcheng was not a fanatical fighter. Now that he knew that Andre Lie was about to collapse on his own, he had no desire to take action.

But our President Chu is different. Even though he learned from Han Qingcheng that Andre Lie could not hold on, he still walked up with the knife.

Chu Zihang, whose shoulders were slightly contracted, looked like a lion walking slowly.

Andrew Lie stared at Chu Zihang's footsteps without blinking.

Suddenly, Andrei exerted force on his feet and threw himself towards the window.