29: Beidou Gang defeated, then gained new merits

"Master, how is Junior Brother doing?" Lei Wen and Lei Wu, seeing Ji Ang fall, quickly ran to Fan Wufeng's side and asked.

Fan Wufeng killed Ji Ang, watched him leave with a mix of freedom and unwillingness, sighed slightly, and looked intently at the various battle zones where flames soared, saying calmly, "No matter, it's all resolved!"

Chen Cuo appeared as expected. Lei Wen had already gone out to command the gang members to clean up the aftermath. With Lei Wu present, Chen Cuo immediately saluted, "Greetings, Brother Wu!"

Lei Wu looked at Chen Cuo, who was calm and robust, with a refined face that showed composure and steadiness. He nodded secretly and asked, "How have you been recently?"

"Still well, thank you, Brother Wu! Has Chief Ji already betrayed the gang?"

Lei Wu's expression changed. He briefly gazed at Ji Ang's corpse, said nothing more, and nodded silently.

"Alright, no more talking. Let's deal with the important matters first. Changshun Street already has the advantage, and the other Chiefs have also launched attacks on the North Dipper Gang. We'll go support them now and eliminate the remaining North Dipper Gang members."

The old man advised the two. Lei Wen also came over to await orders. Hei Shui Street had been largely dealt with and was temporarily stable.

Among the six Chiefs of the Vajra Sect, Fan Wufeng was the strongest in actual combat. Although he couldn't fight for long, he was always a great threat. The North Dipper Gang had originally intended to rely on Yang Wuji to kill Fan Wufeng in one fell swoop and alleviate the immense pressure, but they never expected to fail at the last moment.

Now, the several Hall Masters of the North Dipper Gang were all preoccupied by the remaining Chiefs, and both sides were locked in a stalemate, with no one able to participate in the battle between the two Gang Leaders.

Fan Wufeng led the way, with Chen Cuo and the others following closely. In just a moment, they reached the Scholar's Bridge in the center of the moat. Legend has it that in an unknown dynasty, Wei City once produced a top scholar, and this Scholar's Bridge was built at his strong insistence, thus earning its name.

The north bank of the Scholar's Bridge was the North Dipper Gang's territory. Now, both sides of the bridgehead were covered in corpses. Fan Wufeng didn't even glance at them, leading everyone in a hurry to the North Dipper Gang's territory.

Everyone rushed towards the direction of the shouts and killings. Fan Wufeng swiftly arrived at a luxurious mansion where clanging sounds resonated from within. Various weapons were being wielded, and the scent of blood permeated the air.

Fan Wufeng's Iron Sand Palm shattered the door, and he entered the courtyard. Two tall men were fighting with two other men. Chen Cuo recognized one of the opponents as Lang Chong, while the other was short and gloomy, appearing extremely dangerous.

According to the intelligence given by Fan Wufeng, he should be Sparrowhawk of Tianji Tang. Rumor has it that this person is proficient in medicinal herbs and Cultivates a poisonous skill, killing people invisibly.

The two tall men were two of the six Chiefs of the Vajra Sect. One's claws were like blades, moving like a soaring eagle; he was Iron Eagle Long Jiang. The other's figure was ghostly, holding a sharp dagger, entangled with Sparrowhawk; he was Ghost Hand Sword Qiu He.

Lang Chong and Long Jiang clashed, both fiercely opposing each other. Long Jiang's Eagle Claw revolved, targeting Lang Chong's joints for grappling, but Lang Chong was different from Bei Tong.

His North Dipper Seven Kill Fist was not yet proficient, but he was more skilled in leg techniques. A pair of continuous kicks countered Long Jiang's grappling, and after several exchanges, both had their victories.

Fan Wufeng did not rush to act. Seeing the two sides separate by several meters, Lang Chong shook out his joints, stretched his muscles and bones, and felt the pain on his body.

Seeing Fan Wufeng and the others approaching, his brow immediately furrowed. Just then, a scream suddenly came from Qiu He's side. Chen Cuo turned to look. He was clutching his neck, groaning in pain, "There's a snake! A very fast snake!"

In just a few breaths, his seven orifices bled, and he fell to the ground with a thud. There were two small holes in his throat.

On Sparrowhawk's side, a small green snake with red patterns on its forehead quickly slithered into Sparrowhawk's sleeve.

It turned out that just now, when Fan Wufeng arrived, Qiu He, who had thought the situation was safe, instantly relaxed his guard. Sparrowhawk seized the opening and released his venomous snake to launch a sneak attack, killing him with one blow.

It couldn't be blamed on Qiu He. As an assassin, he dared not get close to Sparrowhawk, the Hall Master of Tianji Tang, who was like a poison sac.

At the beginning of the battle, he had intended to hide his tracks and ambush Lang Chong and the other man, but he was discovered by Sparrowhawk. He had no choice but to contend with him, preventing him from getting close to support Lang Chong, which took a considerable amount of time.

This made Qiu He somewhat frustrated. Just as Fan Wufeng's side achieved a complete victory and came to support, he felt that the situation was completely safe and let down his guard, unexpectedly losing his life because of it.

"Damn it, Old He, I'll kill you!" Long Jiang's fury surged, and his attacks became faster, more ferocious, and reckless as he attacked Lang Chong. In his rage, Lang Chong made a single misstep. When he kicked horizontally with his left leg, Long Jiang clawed it, and he limped back to Sparrowhawk's side.

Seeing this outcome, Fan Wufeng clenched his fists and slowly said, "Why don't the two of you surrender? Gang Leader Shi is eager for talent. If the two of you are willing to surrender, you will surely be treated with courtesy!"

Now, with Ji Ang of the Vajra Sect having betrayed and died, and Qiu He also dead, only four of the six Chiefs remained. Wei City's territory was not small, and after the Vajra Sect defeated the North Dipper Gang, they might find themselves stretched thin in terms of management.

Fan Wufeng had selfish motives. If he could successfully recruit the two to join the Vajra Sect, it would be a great achievement. In that case, the two would be considered his faction, and it would not be impossible to contend with Shi Renhsan at that time.

The old man's ambition was not dead, and Chen Cuo had some thoughts, but he did not speak.

Sparrowhawk raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Hmph, old fellow, you're not qualified enough!"

Fan Wufeng heard this and did not get angry. He just shook his head and said, "Alas, I just don't want too many opponents to die. Since you are unwilling, then try to have your strange snake bite me and see if your little snake in your sleeve can bite through my skin, Fan Mou's skin."

Fan Wufeng instantly struck, and unlike his previous encounters with Ji Ang and others, this time he went all out from the start.

The old man's figure moved, crossing several zhang in an instant. The iron armor on his body seemed weightless. Before Sparrowhawk and Lang Chong could react, he had already appeared before them.

Both palms struck simultaneously, like a giant mountain pressing down on the two. A warning sign rose in their hearts, and their nerves transmitted danger signals.

They would die, they would really die!

Almost instinctively, Sparrowhawk opened his mouth and spat out a black poisonous mist, while Lang Chong almost twisted his entire body, forcefully leaping high.

However, Fan Wufeng ignored everything, his double palms falling straight down. The black mist swirled around his nose, inhaled into his body, yet he did not change his attack.

In an instant, Lang Chong's body froze. Intense pain came from his leg. He glanced over and saw that both his legs were shattered. All the Life Qi in his body instantly dissipated, and he could no longer maneuver, falling to the ground. Long Jiang seized the opportunity to approach, clutching his head, instantly poking two large holes in it.

On the other side, Sparrowhawk saw that the poisonous mist he spat out was absorbed by Fan Wufeng, and he couldn't help but feel a secret joy. But in a flash, his expression changed drastically again. Fan Wufeng's Iron Sand Palm had already struck his chest. There was no time to dodge, so he could only cross his arms in front of his chest.

Boom! Crackle!

A muffled thud accompanied by the sound of bones shattering rang out. Sparrowhawk was sent flying, smashing through a brick wall, dust rising everywhere, and then there was no more movement.

Fan Wufeng collected his Qi and immediately retreated to Chen Cuo's side, sitting cross-legged and expelling streams of black mist. Chen Cuo knew this was the effect of the Mountain Moving Skill.

Since this was a legendary Immortal Body Refining Cultivation Technique, it naturally had the effect of resisting all poisons. However, because Fan Wufeng's Realm was not high enough and he had suffered severe injuries, although he could use the Cultivation Technique to defend against poison, he could not completely ignore it. Moreover, the old man was now panting heavily, seemingly exhausted.

What was unsettling was that on the side of the brick wall, Sparrowhawk, who had fallen to the side, tremblingly got up. Then, he took out a Medicinal Pill and swallowed it, fleeing at an extremely fast pace. Chen Cuo couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He took a full-strength palm strike from the old man and still wasn't dead?

After Chen Cuo Cultivated the Mountain Moving Skill, he already found it incredible, secretly thinking that this must undoubtedly be an Immortal Dao Cultivation Technique. With this method, he had gained two thousand jin of strength in just one or two weeks. Although the System contributed, it also showed the extraordinary nature of this Cultivation Technique.

The old man had been immersed in this Cultivation Technique for many years. If he went all out, he probably had over one hundred thousand jin of strength, which could almost be said to be a height that even Acquired Martial Artists could hardly reach.

But such a palm strike actually didn't kill Sparrowhawk. He only broke a few bones. This person must have a defensive treasure on him.

Chen Cuo's heart stirred. The old man was exhausted and resting, and Sparrowhawk wanted to escape, so he naturally couldn't let him go.

He used Shadow Shifting, instantly giving chase.

Lei Wen and Lei Wu also seemed to have this intention. The three of them chased after him one after another. The old man was willing but powerless and did not stop them.

However, the speed of the two was not as fast as Chen Cuo's. Chen Cuo took the lead, seeing that Sparrowhawk's escape direction was towards the city center, where the commotion was loudest, which was where the two Gang Leaders were fighting.

Sparrowhawk seemed to have discovered a tail behind him. He raised his hand, and dense flying needles of hidden weapons shot towards Chen Cuo. He had not seen Chen Cuo's defensive power before, only heard Hong Tu mention it, and he did not believe it. Moreover, his flying needles were also good at breaking defenses, so he used them to block Chen Cuo.

However, Chen Cuo only protected his vital points with his palms, ignoring the rest of his body, and his speed remained extremely fast. He was about to catch up.

Sparrowhawk turned around again and threw an object. In the darkness of the night, a small snake, using the boundless night and a small membrane on its scales, glided directly towards Chen Cuo's neck.

A smile appeared on Sparrowhawk's face. This snake was three times more poisonous than the life poison he had refined. Chen Cuo would undoubtedly die if he was hit.

Chen Cuo saw through it clearly. He gently reached out and grabbed the small green and red snake. The snake was extremely slippery, wriggling its body, attempting to escape Chen Cuo's clutches.

Unexpectedly, as Chen Cuo's palm rubbed, it also became like snake scales, with backward-hooked scales. The small snake couldn't move. At this moment, it was still struggling, extending its fangs, and biting Chen Cuo's wrist, but unexpectedly, its fangs broke directly, and it stopped moving.

Snake life is so tiring!

Chen Cuo's face showed joy. He felt he had gained something good. He put away the small snake and placed it in his embrace. His right hand brushed his waist behind him, a cold light flashed, and everything fell silent.

Sparrowhawk's head flew up, looking down from above at Chen Cuo's young face, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

Chen Cuo walked forward and stabbed a knife into his chest, but felt a severe resistance. Chen Cuo immediately cut open his outer robe and saw a beast hide covered with tiny characters tightly pressed against his chest.

"Indeed, just as expected!"