Chapter 201

At this moment, Qian Biao's face was full of astonishment. His identity had never been discovered in all these years.

The moment he made a move, he was recognized. The key is that the other party is so young.

Ma Chao sneered: "What kind of person am I, a deserter from the north? I have no qualifications to know!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Chao moved his feet and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Qian Biao only felt that the other party was like a ferocious beast, its aura bursting out suddenly, completely suppressing him.

He didn't dare to be careless, gripping the dagger in his hand and wildly waving it, fighting against Ma Chao.

"Is that all you've got?"

Ma Chao punched Qian Biao back ten several meters, and said with a cold face.

After a brief exchange, Qian Biao's eyes were filled with horror as he exclaimed, "Northern Frontier Fighting Arts!"

Only then did Qian Biao understand that the other party was also from the Northern Border.

Even during his time in the North, he was universally recognized as the King of Night, one of the strongest at the peak. Now, facing a young man around twenty-five years old, he found himself outmatched in strength.

Needless to say, the opponent in the North was no ordinary person. Qian Biao's eyes were filled with fear.

He feared not death, but the deeds of these years, which had tarnished the North's honor.

"Come again!"

Ma Chao saw that the other party remained silent, his feet suddenly moved, and he charged towards Qian Biao again.

Feeling Ma Chao's intense fighting spirit, Qian Biao had no choice but to fight. Even though he was not as strong as Ma Chao, he had to give it his all.

In the distance, Samba widened his eyes in astonishment.

Whether it was Ma Chao or Qian Biao, the powerful combat strength they displayed at this time completely exceeded his imagination.

He couldn't even catch the trajectory of their attacks, he could only see two figures constantly colliding, leaving him dizzy.

"No time to play with you!"

Ma Chao suddenly sneered, his voice falling, a fist blasted out.

"Bang!"

Qian Biao's chest was struck with the force of an iron hammer, his body flying backwards. With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

Ma Chao strode up to Qian Biao, looking down at him condescendingly and saying, "The so-called King of the Night, that's all you are!"

"Who are you?"

Qian Biao wiped the blood from his lips and gritted his teeth, "

"

Is a deserter qualified to ask about my identity?

Ma Chao said dismissively.

"Shut up! I'm not a deserter! Not!"

Qian Biao's emotions were extremely agitated, and he roared angrily.

"In the North, every name of a fallen hero is etched deep in every soldier's mind. Your name, King of the Night, is among them too. I know your deeds by heart!"

"Qian Biao, male, Han ethnicity, thirty-five years old, the King of the Night in the Northern Border, has won one first-class war merit, three second-class war merits, six first-class military engineering feats, and ten second-class military engineering feats."

"Qian Biao participated in one hundred and eight assassination missions, succeeding every time. He completed each assassination mission flawlessly; he participated in international character fighting competitions many times, winning three World Runner-up titles and two World Championships; he participated in numerous rescue operations..."

Ma Chao recounted Qian Biao's life story, one item at a time. Every story he told brought more pain to Qian Biao's face.

After saying that, Qian Biao's face was filled with pain: "Shut up! Shut your mouth! Don't say anymore! Don't say anymore!"

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