Died.
He lasted less than half an hour, even faster than Ma Xiaoling.
Countless eyes fell on Ren Zhong’s back.
He was completely unaware.
Looking down at the body, shattered in two on the ground, Ren Zhong felt a mix of emotions.
He thought he would be very excited, but to his surprise, when the event truly occurred, his mind was as calm as a still pool of water.
Because long before the clash, Ren Zhong had already known the outcome.
The butcher had no chance, not even a sliver of chance.
His equipment was too overpowering, and he was too familiar with the butcher.
In the previous timeline, although he was defeated, he understood the source and operation rules of the Cold-blooded Butcher’s power thoroughly.
Ren Zhong maintained the upper hand throughout.
When the butcher showed a slight fatigue, he easily found a loophole in the superficially seamless power operation and broke through with the Corrosive Blade first before abruptly pulling out the Ice Flame Giant Blade to slice him in half.
Ren Zhong won with no difficulty, and there was nothing thrilling.
Therefore, he couldn’t get excited now.
This mindset was akin to a college graduate taking a first-grade math test.
Getting a perfect score was a certainty, naturally losing the nervous excitement of anticipation.
Behind him, the people of Starfire Town couldn’t stay calm anymore.
The citizens looked at each other.
Ma Dafu slumped to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
The deserted people widened their eyes constantly, afraid it was an illusion.
"We won!"
No one knew who shouted first.
After a brief silence, the deserted people began to boil, started to rejoice.
Starfire Town lived.
One person after another ran wildly towards Ren Zhong.
Ren Zhong turned back, looking at Zheng Tian, Chen Hanyu, Ju Qingmeng, Yujin, and others running at the forefront, he smiled.
This time, he hadn’t even arranged for everyone to leave beforehand.
Ren Zhong looked up again towards the distance, where Ying was gazing this way on the high wall watchtower, accompanied by Sun Miao.
Ren Zhong put away the Corrosive Blade, removed the helmet, tucked it under his left arm, and looked at the reporter Xiao Xingyue and the cameras behind her on the other side, spread his hands, and smiled: "I won, as expected. I gave him a chance to surrender, and he didn’t cherish it. I suppose it must be he killed too many people in the Pu Cha and forgot that he would die too."
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