novelapdf Chapter 52 Devastation
Chapter 52 Devastation
Enraged, Chief Shang jumped up, pointed at the leader of the Poisonous Snake Gang opposite him, and cursed loudly.
"Widow She, how dare you resort to underhanded tricks!"
The leader of the Poisonous Snake Gang opposite them was a woman in her thirties. She had delicate features, but her eyes were very narrow and upturned, giving her a seductive look. Her waist was so thin that it could be encircled by one hand, and her legs were long and straight.
This woman's surname is She, and she is said to be the wife of the former leader of the Green Snake Gang.
For some unknown reason, she fell out with the man, so she contacted several middle-level members and eliminated him in one fell swoop, taking the position of gang leader herself. Relying on her ruthless methods and powerful backers, she firmly controlled a gang.
Widow She took a few steps forward, her waist swaying with every step, exuding charm, and even her harsh words were sweet.
"Shang Laohu, if you're not smart enough, don't blame everything and everyone else!"
"You're saying I used underhanded tactics?"
"Is there any evidence?"
Chief Shang's eyes were blazing with fury; he wished he could burn two holes in the seductive woman opposite him!
He didn't even look at the Iron Palm Covering the Sky that surrendered before even making a single move!
This is a blatant humiliation of the Black Tiger Gang!
Even if it's just a fight in the ring, and you lose after a few dozen moves, it's still better than this blatant surrender!
This is like rubbing his tiger-like face on the ground!
Even a fool could see it now: the tough guy the Black Tiger Gang went to so much trouble to hire had long been bribed by the other side!
He surrendered to the enemy without even making a move!
Iron Palm Covering the Sky Kung Fu may be very powerful, but he is not a paragon of righteousness!
The "copper-skinned martial artist" only refers to the level of skill he possesses, and does not involve his character.
The Black Tiger Gang members were in chaos; some were shouting insults, while others drew their swords, ready to fight.
The situation quickly spiraled out of control, like a pot of oil about to boil over!
Seeing that the opposite side was in disarray, Widow She smiled smugly and pointed her slender finger forward.
"Shang Laohu, don't say I'm bullying you..."
"Since you insist on fighting before you're willing to admit defeat."
"Alright..." She waved her hand in the air, then suddenly pointed at Yang Silang, "Didn't you also hire a bronze-skinned martial artist today?"
"We'll stick to the rules of the life-or-death arena."
"We two will not interfere. Let the two bronze-skinned warriors fight to the death, regardless of life or death, let alone injury or crippling, until one of them admits defeat."
"Little brother, do you dare to come up here?"
She winked at Yang Silang, the intelligence she had gathered flashing through her mind.
A complete novice who had only achieved the "copper skin martial arts" rank a little over a month ago was still practicing Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts).
Not everything associated with the founding emperor is protected by dragon energy, making it extremely precious, sacred, and inviolable.
Take, for example, the Taizu Long Fist, which is jokingly called "Turtle Fist" by martial arts practitioners. It's a very common, mass-produced style. The martial arts school promoted it vigorously, and countless martial artists practiced this style back in the early days of the People's Republic of China.
The boxing style is simple, basic, with few variations, and features wide, sweeping movements, making it suitable for charging into battle, but not for one-on-one fights in the martial arts world.
It's not that it's completely useless, but rather that it's rather mediocre.
A porter who practices Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) has become a copper-skinned martial artist by sheer luck, thanks to the auspicious smoke rising from his ancestral graves. It's only been a little over a month. How could he possibly be any kind of formidable figure?
Widow She pointed at Yang Silang.
Countless people turned to look at Yang Silang.
The members of the Viper Gang were all smiles, while the members of the Black Tiger Gang were sighing.
Even Li Erhu secretly reached out and tugged at Yang Silang's sleeve.
Things took an unexpected turn, but he didn't want Yang Silang to take the lead.
Fourth Brother is talented and can quickly break through the Copper Skin Martial Artist realm, but after all, the time is too short and the accumulation is too little. Going on stage like this is no different from throwing his life away.
He called his fourth brother over today just to show off, to let the gang leader and master see that he could also hire a skilled martial artist, and one of his own brothers, to demonstrate his connections.
Li Erhu swore to God that he never intended to let Yang Silang go up to fight in the life-or-death arena.
Chief Shang's eyes widened, his anger burning, and he gritted his teeth.
"No need for all that pretense, come up here with me and let's have a fight to the death..."
Widow She shook her head and swayed her hips.
"Come on, Shang Laohu, we've fought before, we're evenly matched."
"I can't break your Black Tiger Fist, and your Black Tiger Fist can't catch up with my Green Snake Movement."
"Even if we fight until the end of time, it will only end in a draw."
The anger in Chief Shang's eyes dimmed. He took a deep breath and pondered deeply.
If they were to turn against each other now, the two gangs would inevitably engage in a fierce battle. The other side had three tough guys, while their side had two. It was uncertain how much fighting spirit Yang Silang possessed.
In this way, the Black Tiger Gang will definitely suffer heavy losses, with many people dying, and will lose even more territory, or even be completely wiped out.
The other party was certain that I would suffer this loss in silence!
His chest heaved up and down like a bellows, his face flushed red, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"good……"
"Not good!" Yang Silang suddenly took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Widow She. "As you say, then let's fight, life or death!"
Li Erhu got anxious and called out in a low voice from behind, "Fourth Brother!"
Everyone in the room was surprised.
Widow She sneered and blinked, her lips curled in contempt. Liu Changfeng, who was holding a knife, opened his eyes and looked at Yang Silang as if he were a fool.
"Four...Fourth Brother..." Chief Shang was also surprised, "Have you thought it through?"
"You didn't need to come in the first place; it was our gang's own mistake."
"Liu Changfeng is a martial arts scholar who has been famous for a long time."
Yang Silang shook his head, stretching his muscles and bones, making cracking sounds.
"Since we're already here, let's have a fight."
Every day, he was unilaterally suppressed and beaten by Long Yi. The more fiercely he fought back, the more fiercely he was beaten. He had a temper too, you know.
Anyone who has been beaten for a month would develop violent emotions.
You can't beat Long Yiyan, but you can throw punches at others!
Yang Silang refused to believe it. They were all just tough guys, how much could others possibly suppress him?
Long Yi, a veteran Iron-Bone Martial Artist, had been pretending to be relaxed when dealing with Yang Silang recently, but Yang Silang could see that Long Yi was also panting and tired.
If we really can't beat the opponent, we can always use supernatural powers!
"Okay, okay!"
Widow She clapped her hands and giggled, "Then it's settled, please..."
Liu Changfeng, carrying a sword, has already stepped onto the platform.
Chief Shang patted Yang Silang on the shoulder.
"Today I acknowledge you as my brother...and I'll return alive..."
Yang Silang took Shang Gangzhu's sword and strode forward.
Bah, your brother isn't much better. What do you mean by saying it's bad luck to come back alive? Why don't you just say you came back victorious?
On the platform, the mountain wind howled.
Liu Changfeng, holding the knife, said coldly.
"I am skilled with a swift blade. You'd better think it over. Once I draw my sword, there will be no turning back."
"Cut off your own arms and legs now, and I'll let you go down and spare your dog's life."
Yang Silang raised an eyebrow, his sword already drawn, gleaming coldly, and he slashed down.
"So verbose..."
Liu Changfeng was furious. He flicked his thumb, and the knife flew out and landed in his hand. He leaped up and slashed down with his own knife. However, his slash split into three blade shadows, alternating between real and illusory, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a moment.
Yang Silang couldn't distinguish between the real and the fake, and didn't care at all, only focusing on urging the knife downwards.
"You brute!"
"Anyone can use this move to split a mountain in two!"
Liu Changfeng thought dismissively, "To use the Entangling Blade Technique, one must use the opponent's force against them and deflect their blade."
The two swords clashed.
A loud bang.
Liu Changfeng felt his arms go numb and his hands throb violently. He managed to grip the knife hilt with all his might.
This isn't splitting Mount Hua in two!
This is Mount Hua pressing down on me!
How could a wrapped-knife style move or carry anything away?
He was terrified, his whole body surging with energy, and he had long forgotten his exquisite swordsmanship.
The opponent just kept hacking away, but he could unleash more than a dozen strikes in one go!
Liu Changfeng felt like a wooden stake on the ground, numb from being pounded!
His entire body trembled violently, his arms groaned as if cracking, his tiger's mouth was torn and bleeding profusely, he saw stars and felt dizzy, his steps became disordered and his stance was broken.
Boom!
Another loud bang.
He loosened his grip, and the knife was sent flying far away. His body landed heavily on the platform.
Liu Changfeng barely opened his eyes and saw a large shadow enveloping him.
Yang Silang glanced at him with disappointment. Although he didn't say anything, he understood—how could you be so weak?
Liu Changfeng was filled with shame and indignation.
Yang Silang flipped the knife over and swung it with the back of the blade facing down.
Swipe!
The fallen warrior screamed in agony, his limbs broken, his bones turned to dust, beyond saving even by a god.
If you want to cut off my hands and feet, I will cut off yours. It's perfectly fair.
Liu Changfeng should have been clear-headed; he didn't say he wanted to take Yang Silang's life, otherwise, he would have lost his life here.
"So I'm really strong... at least strong at the level of a bronze-skinned martial artist." Yang Silang pondered, holding his sword. He had only just warmed up when his opponent was defeated.
He raised his head, looked at Iron Palm Covering the Sky, then at Widow She, and then turned to look at Tiger Shang, his eyes very bright.
Perhaps, only when all three of them work together can they put pressure on themselves.