C12 Equally Matched!

"I am just an Honorary Bodyguard. I really don't know where Mr. Nangong and the others are!" The young man wailed as he cried.

Lu Yuhao looked coldly into the distance and casually slapped the kneeling young man, knocking him out.

Lu Yuhao clenched his fists tightly. He originally wanted to kill Nangong Haoyun and Nangong Yu quietly, but it seemed that it was impossible now.

A surge of anger rushed out of his body and shouted at the empty corridor, "Nangong Haoyun, if you don't come out today, I will burn the entire Nangong Villa!"

Seeing Lu Yuhao's arrogant appearance through the monitor, Nangong Haoyun gritted his teeth in hatred. A trace of undetectable energy fluctuation flashed across his body as he said coldly, "Ignorant junior, I didn't want to expose my strength too early, but it seems that I have to do it myself!"

The instant Nangong Haoyun stood up, the leather sofa behind him seemed to have been torn apart by a huge force, and instantly turned into pieces of scrap that scattered all over the ground.

Lu Yuhao felt a majestic aura suddenly appearing in the Nangong Manor, causing him to be shocked. However, it was just a shock. With a faint smile on his face, he said coldly, "I didn't expect there to be experts here. This is more interesting!"

When Nangong Haoyun appeared in front of Lu Yuhao, he was truly surprised. He never thought that the big-bellied Nangong Haoyun would be a cultivator who had stepped into the Martial Disciple Middle Period. This made him suddenly suspicious.

In Lu Yuhao's opinion, cultivators like Nangong Haoyun should not appear in this mortal world. They should be cultivating in the ancient caves or the Cultivation sects instead of lusting after power and money in the mortal world.

Furthermore, since he was so powerful, why was Nangong Yu so weak? This was even more unreasonable.

Lu Yuhao stared at Nangong Haoyun with a face full of doubt. He said coldly, "I didn't expect you, the chairman of a group, to be a cultivator. Furthermore, you have already stepped into the Martial Disciple Realm. It is a very impressive thing to have such a cultivation in the Last Dharma Times."

"You, a brat who is halfway into the Martial Disciple Realm, dare to boast in front of me?!" When Nangong Haoyun heard Lu Yuhao's old-fashioned tone, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "However, you actually know about the Last Dharma Times and the Cultivation Realm. It seems that your Lu family has yet to completely escape from the Cultivation Realm!"

Lu Yuhao's heart shook when he heard this. He thought to himself, "From what this old thief said, our Lu family was originally from the Cultivation Realm? It seems that my father hid a lot of things from me in my previous life!"

Nangong Haoyun seemed to have seen through Lu Yuhao's worries. He said with a cold smile, "You don't have to think about it. It's useless to think too much about the dead!"

The two of them moved almost at the same time. A strong wind was raised in the corridor by the two of them who were as fast as lightning. The oil paintings and other decorations on the walls were blown to the ground. Lu Yuhao, who was only at the Martial Disciple Realm, started a life-and-death battle with Nangong Haoyun, who was at the Martial Disciple Middle Period.

In Nangong Haoyun's opinion, he had the advantage. His cultivation, experience, and martial skills should be able to suppress Lu Yuhao. In less than three moves, he would definitely kill Lu Yuhao.

However, when they started fighting, he no longer thought that way. Lu Yuhao's strength had greatly exceeded his expectations. He did not know that Lu Yuhao did not use his full strength when he fought with Elder Lu.

In fact, other than his cultivation, which seemed to be stronger than Lu Yuhao, his battle experience and martial skills were far weaker than Lu Yuhao's. Especially Lu Yuhao's cunning martial skills, which made him unable to guard against them. He was almost heavily injured countless times.

In fact, not only was Lu Yuhao's battle experience and martial skills stronger than his opponent's, but his cultivation was also not much weaker. After all, the gap between the Martial Disciples was not very obvious. Furthermore, Lu Yuhao cultivated the North Dipper Heaven Shaking Spell, which had the effect of strengthening the body. Therefore, his fighting strength was not much weaker than Nangong Haoyun, who was at the Martial Disciple Middle Period.

After more than thirty moves, Lu Yuhao and Nangong Haoyun were still locked in a battle. It was difficult to determine the winner. The gale between the two of them raged, and with every step they took, the floor shook three times. When their fists and feet collided, it was like thunder.

Nangong Haoyun was secretly surprised, "Lu Yun, this old man, actually has such a strong son. No wonder he did not move no matter how we tried to coerce him. It seems like he has a backup plan!"

As for Lu Yuhao, he had no idea what Nangong Haoyun was thinking. He wanted Nangong Haoyun's life, but Nangong Haoyun was a Martial Disciple Middle Period. Although his strength was not weaker than Nangong Haoyun's, it was still very difficult for him to defeat Nangong Haoyun.

No one in the Nangong Manor dared to approach the two of them. Even if they had guns in their hands, they did not dare to shoot recklessly. They did not dare to guarantee that they would not hurt Nangong Haoyun. They only watched the two of them fight from afar. From time to time, there would be muffled sounds of impact, causing their hearts to beat nervously.

What surprised them was that Nangong Haoyun actually had such an unfathomable strength. They only thought that their boss was a rich man who only knew how to spend money.

Fifty moves!

Eighty moves!

One hundred moves!

The more Nangong Haoyun fought, the more alarmed he became. In this world of mortals, there were not many people who could fight evenly with him. Furthermore, Nangong Haoyun was a young man who was only in his early twenties. This made him feel very unreal.

However, at this moment, he could not think too much about it. After all, he was already in his fifties. Although he had reached the Martial Disciple Middle Period, he was still exhausted after a hundred moves.

On the other hand, Lu Yuhao was still able to fight with ease. The fierce fist wind was still whistling, and it did not weaken at all.

In fact, at this moment, the outcome of the battle was already clear. In less than thirty moves, Nangong Haoyun would definitely lose to Lu Yuhao.

Nangong Haoyun wanted to run away, but this was his foundation. He was not willing to leave just like that. More importantly, he had not completed the task given to him by the higher-ups. He had nowhere to run if he ran away. If he ran back in shame, he would not be able to bear the wrath of the higher-ups.

Nangong Haoyun, who had no other choice, could only bet everything on this one move. He changed his fighting style and started to attack aggressively. It was a fighting style that did not care about his own life.

Lu Yuhao revealed a sinister smile. Although he was under a lot of pressure, he did not panic. He said coldly, "Old thief, today, we will die together. Don't even think about surviving!"

The two of them no longer cared about anything else. The fierce battle became even more intense. In just a few rounds, the two of them were injured in different degrees. Nangong Haoyun was slightly injured.

"Brat, even if you kill me today, those people won't let you leave alive!" Nangong Haoyun was really afraid. He did not want to die. He had such a good family and he was a warrior that many people admired. He had many good days to live. Therefore, he wanted to scare Lu Yuhao away and make him give up. If Lu Yuhao insisted on fighting to the death, he could only give up his dignity and join hands with the gunmen to kill him.

At this moment, a masked man appeared on the battlefield like a flash of light.