I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1514 - 1513: Wild Sprint (Third Update)

Swoosh!

As the sound fell, his favorite footwork flickered, and he had already rushed up.

Without seeing how he moved, Da Wu and Xiao Wu were like two kites with broken strings, flying out like lightning, and only crashing down after being blown back more than ten meters.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two mouthfuls of old blood, mixed with teeth, immediately sprayed out from their mouths.

Immediately following, the two directly fainted away.

"Sigh! Too weak, I haven’t even exerted much power, and you’re down already. Can’t you put up a bit of a fight?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged helplessly.

"Damn! You despicable little bastard, you actually took advantage of their lack of attention to sneak attack them! That’s too disgusting, come on! All of you, get in here together, grab your weapons! I want to see how this little bastard will sneak attack this time!" Po San said with a sneer.

"Sigh! The young are ignorant! A bit of brute force is one thing, but actually daring to sneak attack Po San’s men! Who is Po San? A notorious figure, ten years ago, he carved a bloody path in the northern city with two sharp machetes! Now he’s in trouble."

"Who says otherwise? Po San and his men are not ordinary people! Their combat power, even facing cultivators, they’re fearless! Once he wields those machetes, the entire North City shivers threefold!"

"Ah! In my view, it won’t take more than thirty seconds before this kid who appeared halfway along the road is minced by Po San and thrown to his family’s dogs."

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding people shook their heads, their eyes like they were looking at a dead man.

Slash! Slash! Slash!!!

Urgently, a flash of cold light was seen, and several burly men immediately removed their cold knives, playing a few knife tricks coldly, and walked toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"Brother, hurry and run! They’re very powerful, you’re not their match! Your goodwill, I appreciate it." Lan Lingling said anxiously.

"No worries! People like this, I don’t take seriously, no matter how many come! I can easily kill thousands of them with just a fart! Wait and see the show." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Mm." Lan Lingling nodded.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao like this, she couldn’t understand why, she felt warmth inside, very comfortable.

"Chop him for me—!" Po San shouted angrily.

"Kill!" Several burly men roared together, waving the cold knives in their hands, just seeing several snowy cold gleams, emitting water element, burst out from their cold knives, hacking toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"I was wondering why you’re so arrogant! Turns out you’re relying on those lousy knives!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

With his eyesight, of course, he easily saw the oddity of the cold knives in their hands.

The knives are just ordinary knives; however, on them, an artifact refining apprentice had weakly imbued a water-element formation, which could unleash supernatural power.

Just seeing several snowy cold gleams flash to surround Zhang Xiaohao, fiercely hacking toward him.

"Get lost—!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly shouted.

His sleeve casually flicked, a powerful wind instantly erupted from inside the sleeve, sweeping toward them.

Slash! Slash! Slash!!!

The speed at which they charged was as fast as the speed they flew back, their cold knives were broken, while flying back, a sweet sensation arose in their hearts, they directly spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, continued flying back twenty meters before crashing to the ground.

They rolled their eyes and directly fainted away.

"Sigh! I’ve said you’re too weak, why don’t you believe it? I haven’t even exerted much power, and you’re down already! Sigh! Can’t you bring out someone a bit stronger?" Zhang Xiaohao said lazily.

"Ah! What, what is this? Are you possibly a cultivator? No way! If you were a cultivator, you’d be flying in the air, definitely not walking! Nor would you dress so poorly! Thinking now, you must have used some basic talisman earlier, huh! With your status, at most you have one! Now, without a spirit talisman, I’ll see what storm you can create!" Po San coldly said.

As he spoke, he drew out two four-foot-five long knives from behind.

With the appearance of the two long knives, the surrounding air instantly dropped by more than ten degrees, a huge chill appeared in the air.

"Die for me—!" Po San shouted coldly.

Wielding the two long knives, bringing a huge cold gleam, he hacked toward Zhang Xiaohao.

Before the knives even arrived, intense chills already emanated from the blade, pressing toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"This is what you rely on? Not much, huh!" Zhang Xiaohao disdainfully said.

His body flickered, his right hand casually grabbed, seizing the two chopping cold knives.

"What? This, this is impossible?" Seeing this, Po San exclaimed.

"There’s plenty of impossible things, you don’t know because your vision is too narrow!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.

"Break—!"

As Zhang Xiaohao’s voice fell, the two long knives emitted a crisp sound, instantly being forcibly broken by Zhang Xiaohao.

"Get lost—!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly shouted.

His right foot flashed like lightning kicking at his chest, sending him flying, just seeing Po San’s body rolling on the ground for more than twenty meters before stopping.

Slash! Slash!!

Zhang Xiaohao swung with one hand, the broken knives in his hand plunged into the ground beside him.

In the fearful gaze of Po San and others, Zhang Xiaohao lazily walked over.

"Ah! Don’t, don’t come over, if you do, I’ll shout!" Po San said in fear.

Both palms pressed on the ground, retreating backward.

Swoosh!

With a single point of his foot, Zhang Xiaohao swiftly rushed up, appearing in front of Po San again, his right foot stepping on his head, pressing him to the ground.

"I’m not great at anything else, just have a good memory! I seem to recall someone just asked if I should kneel and call him grandpa, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, spare me..." Po San hurriedly cried out.

"I heard you like streaking~ running around with underwear on your head? Hmm, that’s possible, how about a show for me!" Zhang Xiaohao squinted and said.

Po San wanted to refuse, but meeting Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze, he shrank inside, not daring to utter a word, he got up from the ground, knelt down, and stripped, putting underwear on his head.

"Grandpa, is this satisfactory?" Po San asked cautiously.

"Scram—!" Zhang Xiaohao said.