#122 - Chapter 122 Flip

Hearing Xu Le's arrogant shouts, the Hung Men disciples behind Cheng Feng could no longer bear it. However, the discipline they had been taught before was still in effect, only the hands gripping their blades tightened. Every disciple's eyes were filled with anger as they stared intently at Xu Le.

It seemed that at Cheng Feng's command, Xu Le would be beheaded in the next second.

Both sides glared at each other, and Cheng Feng was not planning to continue playing games.

Tonight, everything was within the plan, and the roadblock that was the Si Shui Gang should disappear.

"Then, shouldn't we begin?" Cheng Feng said calmly.

Seeing Cheng Feng surrounded by so many of his brothers, yet still able to speak without changing his expression, Xu Le roared in uncontrollable anger, "Boy, still pretending? Today, we'll see how long you can keep it up! Kill them for me!"

The Si Shui Gang members instantly erupted in a deafening roar, brandishing their blades and clubs as they charged towards the Hung Men disciples with overwhelming momentum.

However, the Hung Men disciples did not panic as the Si Shui Gang expected. Instead, like well-trained soldiers, they raised the blades in their hands in unison. Instantly, the light of the blades flashed, reflecting their resolute faces.

"Kill!" With Cheng Feng's command, the Hung Men disciples charged towards the Si Shui Gang's forces with the force of a tiger descending from the mountain. The two sides instantly fell into a chaotic melee.

Xu Le watched this scene, his heart filled with terror. He had not expected the Hung Men disciples to be so well-trained and so powerful in combat. Although his Si Shui Gang had a large number of members, they were like chickens and dogs in the face of the Hung Men disciples' fierce attacks, falling one after another.

"This... how is this possible?" Xu Le cried out in horror, unable to believe his eyes.

However, the reality was before him. His Si Shui Gang was already crumbling, while the Hung Men disciples fought more and more bravely. Xu Le looked at the situation before him, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed into the battlefield. It was Cheng Feng. Wielding a long saber, he moved like a silver dragon on the battlefield, and every time he swung his blade, a member of the Si Shui Gang fell.

Xu Le looked at Cheng Feng's figure, his heart even more terrified. He had not expected this seemingly gentle young man to possess such powerful combat strength. He knew that he had lost, and lost miserably.

"Stop!" Xu Le suddenly shouted, trying to stop the fight. However, his voice seemed so weak on the battlefield that no one paid attention to him.

Cheng Feng ignored Xu Le's shouts and continued to wield the long saber in his hand, reaping the lives of the Si Shui Gang members.

The reason he could meticulously set up this situation today was mainly because of the Green Bamboo Gang's background behind Xu Le.

This Xu Le was not simple. It was said that he was the younger brother of a big shot in the Green Bamboo Gang. With someone backing him, Cheng Feng could only let Xu Le make the first move, so that he could maintain a righteous reputation on the surface.

This was also Wang Hu's reminder from the side. Wang Hu might still be thinking about paying respects or something.

But asking a Blood Refining Realm martial artist to pay respects to an ordinary person with a background was even more absurd than a county magistrate yielding the road to an ordinary person.

But why was the Si Shui Gang ultimately chosen? In fact, this was precisely because Cheng Feng had already learned that the three arrogant small gangs were branches established separately by Xu Le's subordinates, and thus he meticulously planned this scheme.

It must be known that how could an expert like a Blood Refining Realm martial artist cast his gaze upon the simple places where ordinary people lived?

It wasn't that it couldn't be done, but it wasn't enough.

Everything was just an expedient measure.

In this way, a complete line of action was formed.

Fortunately, he had watched a lot of spy war-themed film and television dramas in his previous life, which could now come in handy.

The Si Shui Gang might be insignificant, but he had to give some face to the person behind Xu Le. Moreover, Xu Le was indeed accompanied by two Skin Refining late-stage martial artists, which made Cheng Feng even more certain that Xu Le's brother was not simple.

Cheng Feng easily defeated these two Skin Refining late-stage martial artists.

After capturing them, he quietly looked at Xu Le.

Seeing that the two strongest people beside him were so easily captured by Cheng Feng, Xu Le panicked and chose to escape.

Cheng Feng didn't care. Tonight, anyone could run away, but Xu Le was the only one who couldn't.

This would be his biggest bargaining chip.

Looking around the killing field, the situation gradually became clear.

The Hung Men disciples were all well-trained and fearless, but after all, they were experiencing life-and-death combat for the first time. After seeing blood, everyone became murderous, their eyes bloodshot.

They were full of power. If you cut me with a knife, what's a little blood? I'll immediately return the favor with a backhand! As the saying goes, it's impolite not to reciprocate!

At this moment, they had already gone crazy, slashing at anyone they saw, constantly waving their blades, seemingly never getting tired.

As long as it wasn't Hung Men clothing, it would become their target of attack, each strike deadly and merciless.

The Si Shui Gang members were terrified. Facing such ferocious and well-trained enemies, they had no power to fight back and could only retreat step by step. The sharp and firm gazes of the Hung Men disciples seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making people feel frightened and weak in the legs.

The Hung Men disciples held silver-shining Embroidered Spring Blades, and every time they swung them, a Si Shui Gang member would scream and fall to the ground, unable to get up. Even though there were many martial artists in the Si Shui Gang who had stepped into the Strength Refining Realm, and even some mid- and late-stage experts, they were equally unable to escape in this chaotic battlefield when faced with blades coming from all directions.

The moment they were hit, blood splattered and the pain was unbearable; if the injury was slightly more serious, their combat power would be greatly reduced; if they were unlucky enough to hit a vital point, they would die on the spot.

In order to minimize the Hung Men's casualties tonight, Cheng Feng decisively took out fifty taels of silver and ordered people to tie a wooden board夹着thick iron pieces to the left forearm of each brother, as simple protective equipment.

Faced with a fleeting opportunity, Cheng Feng knew that he had to strike decisively, and even if he paid a certain price, he would not hesitate to move forward.

But being able to spend some money to care more about his subordinates, Cheng Feng wouldn't be so stingy.

After a fierce and bloody battle, more than half of the Si Shui Gang members were killed or injured, their morale collapsed, and they fled in all directions.

However, how could the Hung Men disciples easily let go of these defeated enemies? They launched a pursuit like tigers descending from the mountain, each one bravely taking the lead and being unstoppable.

Before long, the fleeing Si Shui Gang members were all captured or killed.

And Xu Le, the important figure of the Si Shui Gang, was also unable to escape Cheng Feng's grasp and was captured unharmed.

At this point, this thrilling battle came to an end, and the Hung Men ultimately achieved a brilliant victory.

After the battle, Cheng Feng stood on the battlefield, looking at the corpses and broken limbs all over the ground, his heart without the slightest fluctuation. He knew that this was the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Jianghu. He gently blew a breath and returned the long saber in his hand to its scabbard.

"Let's go," Cheng Feng said lightly, then turned and left the battlefield. Behind him were the cheers of the Hung Men disciples and the shouts of victory.

As for the corpses all over the ground, Wang Hu would find someone to clean them up.

In this regard, there was a group of people who were professional.

However, Cheng Feng did not become complacent because of this. He knew that this victory was only temporary, the road of the Jianghu was still very long, and he still had a very long way to go.