chsdbacks Chapter 8 The Kill Begins
Chapter 8 The Kill Begins
The two corpses were thrown off the wall and landed right in front of the middle-aged man.
In the face of a sudden attack, the lower-level members of the Green Gang were no more difficult for Fu Que than chopping vegetables.
"Who are you?"
Without glancing at the two guards who had died tragically, the middle-aged man stared intently at Fu Que, who stood with a knife on his back.
"I thought you guys should be really impressed with me."
Fu Que jumped off the courtyard wall and tilted his head to look at the low-level members of the Green Gang who had gathered around him.
In reality, the lines that make up this group of people are so clumsy they're laughable.
"Did you kill Scarface and the others?"
The middle-aged man wasn't stupid; from Fu Que's skills and words, he quickly guessed Fu Que's identity.
"clever."
Fu Que gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand and casually said.
His nonchalant attitude enraged the Green Gang members present, and the sound of swords being drawn filled the air.
Nearly twenty men stared at him with hostile eyes, despite hearing the prison warden say that this man had killed several leaders and had fallen into the encirclement in such a sensational way.
But Fu Que was only one person, while they had nearly twenty men who had practiced martial arts, not to mention that Lao Da was a martial artist close to the Blood Gate.
"You killed the Li family members as soon as you met them, so my information couldn't have been leaked from there. But I'm very cautious. How did you find me?"
The middle-aged man slowly stood up, his veins bulging as he placed his hand on the long table, and calmly asked.
"Well, I can't answer that for you."
Fu Que shook his head.
Tiger Riders' job was to deal with monsters, while the Green Gang's main business was smuggling with monsters in the mountains. Most of the members were registered in Tiger's Den, and their information was quite comprehensive.
Otherwise, Fu Que wouldn't have targeted the leaders of the Green Gang.
Fu Que did this partly because he couldn't accept smuggling people as food, and partly because the Green Gang had more complete information in the Tiger's Den.
Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the ambiguous attitude of the Dragon Cavalry in Gaoyang County, and the uncertainty about the Tiger's Den's stance, the Tiger Cavalry would have already wiped out the Green Gang with their smuggling methods.
The terrain in the mountains is complex. If we can't eliminate the monsters, how can we not eliminate your gang?
"Your strength is considerable. If you are targeting us to gain an advantage and a share of the spoils, I can consult our leader. There's no need for violence."
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and then said.
"Oh?"
This time, it was Fu Que's turn to be surprised.
"I've killed quite a few of your people, and you can tolerate this?"
He said.
"In our line of work, there are no friends or enemies. As long as our interests align, that's enough. If we were truly vengeful, the Green Gang wouldn't have grown this big; they would have all died in vendettas long ago."
Moreover, with your capabilities, if you join us, it will be much easier to negotiate share with those beasts in the mountains next time.
The middle-aged man explained calmly.
"Tsk."
Fu Que was speechless.
"I'm sorry, but I still can't bring myself to offer the flesh and blood of my own people to demons to eat."
He shook his head.
"I understand."
The middle-aged man nodded, his expression suddenly turning ferocious. He threw the chair he was sitting on at Fu Que and roared, "Kill him!"
Upon hearing this...
The Green Gang members, as if injected with adrenaline, raised their swords and, at the middle-aged man's command, charged towards Fu Que's location like sharks smelling blood.
Amidst the roars and howls.
The black ripples in Fu Que's eyes were deeper than the deep darkness, and he took in everything around him.
Within his mind, the stick figure attached to the scroll-sword artist was sketching on its own without wind, and the speed of its practice suddenly increased significantly.
In the pitch-black night, a sudden burst of white light erupted, the blinding light spreading outwards from Fu Que and enveloping the Green Gang members who rushed into the courtyard.
Caught off guard, many people fell victim to the disease.
"Thump, thump."
One of the bald gang members heard a series of thuds as he fell to the ground.
He was filled with fear, ignoring the excruciating pain in his eyes and the tears streaming down his face from the sudden white light.
He swung his long sword wildly, trying to buy himself some time to be safe with these random slashes.
After about two breaths, he could vaguely see things in front of him, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief...
Suddenly, a terrifying feeling like Mount Tai pressing down swept over him. Before he could see anything clearly, his head was severed from his body, and blood spurted high into the air.
In the courtyard, the young man dressed in black moved through the crowd like a black and white film with a broken frame, leaving almost no gaps.
The Green Gang members, already thrown into disarray by the sudden burst of blinding white light, had almost no chance to fight back and were killed one by one on the spot.
What was supposed to be a united effort to annihilate the enemy turned into a one-man horror game.
Just ten breaths later, everything returned to calm. Only two people were still standing at the scene, and the courtyard was littered with corpses.
Limbs and torsos were everywhere, and a thick stench of blood permeated the air.
As the most formidable red-clad soldiers in Da Zhao, the Dragon Tiger Cavalry have always enjoyed strong logistical support, even if they only use ordinary standard-issue waist knives for training.
"A few people ran away, aren't you going to chase after them?"
The middle-aged man wiped the blood splattered on his face.
Even though he was used to seeing people die, he was still shocked by the young man's fierce attacks and ruthless methods.
Before Fu Que could answer, the night, which had just returned to calm, was once again filled with angry roars, the clanging of weapons, and the pained screams of those who had been injured.
"And now?"
Fu Que grinned.
The middle-aged man's face darkened completely: "A fight to the death won't benefit anyone, and I am..."
"You just broke through the Blood Barrier, didn't you? Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd opened your Qi Sea after the Three-in-One Merge."
Fu Que interrupted him with a cold laugh.
In the black and white world, the lines that make up the middle-aged man are crystal clear, especially the path of blood and qi flow, which is completely visible.
He finished speaking.
Fu Que sheathed his sword, took a half step back with his right foot, his toes sinking into the ground, his upper body slightly bent, his left knee half-bent like a bow, and the Wind Control 3324 sword technique flowed through his mind like water.
Seeing Fu Que's imposing manner, the middle-aged man felt immense pressure.
My forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, and my instincts, which had brought me to the brink of death several times, were screaming warnings.
"I……!"
The middle-aged man tried to speak.
"collapse!"
The moment he opened his mouth, Fu Que pressed down hard with his right foot, creating a half-inch indentation under his foot. Using the reaction force, his body shot out like a taut slingshot.
It was the same starting stance he used when he sparred with Hu Liangyu before.
He broke through from the shadows, his blade flashing as he advanced.
Before the blade even arrived, a sharp whistling sound had already pierced the air, making the middle-aged man's hair stand on end.
The middle-aged man's face was contorted with rage. He leaned to the side and bent his waist, his left forearm suddenly rising into the air. Although he did not completely dodge Fu Que's blade, he did deflect most of the force.
The left arm armor clashed with the blade, sparks flew, and both men's wrists jolted simultaneously.
Ragged strips of cloth fluttered in the wind.
At the same time, the middle-aged man clenched his right fist and aimed a spinning cannon punch directly at Fu Que's right arm.