stjorthotic Chapter 19: Slay the Python Gang!
Chapter 19: Slay the Python Gang!
The headquarters of the Python Gang.
Xu Donglai paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"How long has it been?"
"It's been two hours, Boss," a core member replied quickly.
This wasn't the first time Xu Donglai had asked about the time of day.
At first, Xu Donglai seemed relaxed and unconcerned.
But as time went by, his junior brother still hadn't returned, which made him think about it more.
This wasn't the first time he'd asked this junior brother for help.
He knew that his junior brother came from a modest background and couldn't offer him much financial support for his martial arts training.
Therefore, by offering silver as a bribe, his junior brother would always come to help.
In the past, He Song's moves were clean and swift, and he had never missed his target. However, this time he was a little slow to return.
"Two hours have passed already, could it be...?"
Before Xu Donglai could finish speaking, one of the gatekeepers suddenly shouted.
"I'm back!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Donglai felt relieved and immediately went to the gate to look out into the distance.
The sound of rain was deafening. Under the torrential downpour, the mist was hazy, and a blurry figure wearing a straw hat could be vaguely seen slowly walking towards the headquarters of the Python Gang.
He recognized the straw hat; it belonged to He Song!
"Go and fetch the warm wine to warm my junior brother up!" Xu Donglai instructed as he returned to the hall.
The next moment, a knife suddenly shot out from the mist, piercing straight through one of the gang members guarding the gate and pinning him to the gate.
"Someone has stormed the headquarters!"
Another member of the Python Gang guarding the gate was so frightened that his legs went weak. He only managed to shout once before he saw a figure suddenly approach, pull out a long knife nailed to the gate, turn around and slash at him.
The movement was swift and fierce; before the gang members could react, their heads had already been severed and thrown away.
"Who dares to trespass on the headquarters!" Hearing the commotion, several leaders of the Python Gang led their core members out from various corners.
"It's you!" Xu Donglai stood under the eaves of the main hall, his eyes wide open.
"Zhao An!"
The face under that straw hat was no longer the horse-face he was familiar with; it was clearly the target he wanted to kill as soon as possible—that bastard from the Tiger Head Gang!
The fact that Zhao An was here suggests that something must have happened to his junior brother; not only did he fail to kill him, he also got himself involved.
Xu Donglai grabbed one of the men and said, "Go outside and see if there's anyone else."
His biggest worry was that the Tiger Head Gang would also come to attack.
Zhao An ignored the shouts and clamor of the Python Gang members, and simply glanced around. He was satisfied to see at least twenty or thirty red-named individuals present.
then.
Zhao An set off.
With a swift movement, the longsword in his hand flew out again, its blade instantly piercing the neck of a Python Gang leader.
He then followed closely behind, drew his long sword, and slashed out, producing nine crisp iron rings.
Each time the sound was made, one or two people would be cut down by him.
The iron ring on the knife was like a deadly copper bell.
One against dozens of skilled fighters!
This is impossible for ordinary barbarians, as their stamina and physical strength would be insufficient to kill so many people.
But martial arts masters are different; they circulate their internal energy in a continuous and inexhaustible flow.
The existence of internal energy greatly enhances a martial artist's endurance and sustained combat ability, preventing them from becoming breathless after only a few strikes.
This is one of the reasons why Zhao An dared to venture into this wolf's den alone.
Zhao An's longsword moved with his body, sometimes flipping and slashing, like a tiger pouncing on a cliff, with heavy force and fierce power.
At times, it sweeps horizontally, its blade spreading in all directions, like a tiger wagging its tail.
After his swordsmanship reached the third level, each of his strikes increasingly carried the essence of swordsmanship itself, moving like a tiger's shadow, powerful and fierce!
Those skilled members of the Python Gang couldn't even get close to him.
In no time, a large number of corpses lay on the ground.
It's as simple as chopping melons and vegetables!
Zhao An's clothes were stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand looked as if it had been soaked in a vat of blood, its red color dazzling!
The crowd of Python Gang members that had filled the lobby outside now appeared to have sparsely populated, with most of them gone.
Some of them were killed on the spot by Zhao An, while many others fled in fear of Zhao An.
After all, they joined gangs hoping to live a life of luxury, and some just wanted to make a living so they wouldn't starve to death on the streets.
Now that the Python Gang is in trouble, these people have no intention of actually risking their lives for Zhao An for the sake of the Python Gang.
When Zhao An stormed into the main hall, few dared to approach him anymore.
"Kill!" A burly man standing next to Xu Donglai roared, brandishing an axe as he prepared to strike.
Zhao An didn't stop walking, and casually stabbed the man in the heart with a knife, preventing him from bringing down his axe.
The two were not on the same speed, so no matter how strong the burly man was, the axe could not reach Zhao An.
Xu Donglai's lips twitched, his face contorted with rage.
Despite his forced composure, his hands were already trembling beneath his lowered sleeves.
After undergoing a blood ritual, Zhao An's aura had reached its peak.
Even someone as powerful as Xu Donglai, the leader of a gang, was significantly less imposing when facing Zhao An.
To put it bluntly, he simply didn't have the confidence to take action against Zhao An at this moment!
"What exactly is your relationship with Zhou Hu?!" Xu Donglai asked through gritted teeth.
He recognized that the invincible swordsmanship Zhao An had just displayed was from Zhou Hu's Fierce Tiger Blade.
In his eyes, Zhao An's knife was even more imposing and more exquisite than Zhou Hu's!
He absolutely refused to believe that Zhao An was just an ordinary minor leader in the Tiger Head Gang.
With such abilities, why should he submit to Zhou Hu, the gang leader? He could easily establish his own gang and become the king of the outer city!
Zhao An had no obligation to answer Xu Donglai's questions, nor was he interested in chatting with him.
Seeing Zhao An approaching silently, Xu Donglai finally lost his temper and made a move.
Like He Song, Xu Donglai, a former disciple of the Silver Serpent Sect, possessed all his skills in his palms.
Wearing arm guards and special gloves, he struck Zhao An with a palm strike without warning.
Zhao An had already experienced He Song's palm strikes and techniques before, so he handled the Python Gang leader with ease.
After exchanging a few blows, Xu Donglai began to stagger and struggle against Zhao An's blade.
On the one hand, Xu Donglai was getting old, and on the other hand, the leader of the Python Gang had become accustomed to a good life and his skills had become somewhat lax; his palm strikes were no match for his junior brother.
This was supposed to be like the final boss before clearing the game, but now that they've faced it, it seems they're no match for Zhao An at all.
After exchanging a few more blows, Zhao An suddenly delivered a heavy slash, striking Xu Donglai's arms. The force of the blow caused Xu Donglai to kneel down, his knees slamming heavily into the ground.
With another upward slash, at an even more cunning angle, Xu Donglai's entire right arm was severed at shoulder level before he could react.
Then Zhao An kicked out, knocking Xu Donglai to the ground. Xu Donglai's chest caved in, his breath became weak, and he was about to die!