#230 - Chapter 230

Watching the Black Serpent Curse, summoned by the Black Serpent Gang reinforcements, being dispelled by Wei Zhuang, Mo Jiao muttered to himself in disbelief, "This is definitely not a strike a Bone Refinement martial artist could unleash. You… you're a Viscera Refinement martial artist!"

Mo Jiao held a high position within the Black Serpent Gang, second only to the gang leader, Song Hui. His strength had already reached the Blood Refinement Completion Realm, only a step away from the Bone Refinement Realm.

Moreover, he had traveled to the state capital, witnessed its prosperity and darkness, and experienced countless life-and-death battles among martial artists. Later, due to his limited talent, he was unable to advance further in the state capital, so he had to return to his hometown, Qingxi County.

Here, he joined forces with Song Hui, the Black Serpent Gang leader, seized the opportunity to rise, and occupied a piece of land in the west of the city. After years of hard work, they finally achieved their current success.

But now, this Viscera Refinement martial artist was actually standing on the side of the Hong Sect.

A chill couldn't help but rise in Mo Jiao's heart. He realized that the depths behind the Hong Sect were unfathomable. He had always thought that the Hong Sect was just a rabble, but now it seemed that their foundation was much deeper than he had imagined.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiao suddenly felt a little regretful. If they hadn't clashed with the Hong Sect today, perhaps they could have continued to develop steadily. But now, everything had become unpredictable.

You must know, Viscera Refinement martial artists are quite powerful existences! Even in those wealthy families, they could serve as butlers! If they were placed in the government, they would at least be a Commandant-level figure.

But now, such experts had actually come to compete with them, these small-time gangsters, for a piece of the underworld pie? This was simply a dimensionality reduction strike!

Wei Zhuang's expression was a little unsightly. Before setting off, he had discussed with Cheng Feng that the Hong Sect disciples should be given more training. After all, compared to ordinary Hong Sect disciples, the disciples who came down from the Blackwind Fortress battle were somewhat different in strength.

But if a fight really broke out, Cheng Feng believed that these disciples who had experienced the test of life and death would definitely be able to easily defeat those blank-slate disciples who had never experienced a bloody battlefield.

That's why there was this training exercise. However, at this moment, a group of mysterious people who could release snakes appeared in the Black Serpent Gang, and the situation was about to be reversed. Wei Zhuang naturally could no longer continue to hide.

Looking at Mo Jiao shouting there, Wei Zhuang glanced coldly, his sword-like eyebrows pointing, since they had already started killing, he might as well take down the strongest one!

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a few faint rays of light, barely illuminating this chaotic area in the west of Qingxi County.

Wei Zhuang's figure appeared even more upright in the dim light. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if ready to drink the enemy's blood.

"So what if you're a Viscera Refinement martial artist? Are you teaching me what to do?" Wei Zhuang's voice was low and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Mo Jiao's heart.

Mo Jiao's expression was uncertain. He knew the gap between himself and Wei Zhuang, but years of experience in the martial world told him that he should never give up until the last moment.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, his body's blood surging, and strands of dark red aura wrapped around his body, obviously stimulating all the power in his body to the extreme.

"Since that's the case, then let me see what abilities you, a Viscera Refinement martial artist, actually have!" Mo Jiao roared, his figure like an arrow leaving the bowstring, instantly pouncing towards Wei Zhuang, the iron whip bringing up gusts of wind, attempting to make up for the lack of realm with speed and strength.

Seeing this, Wei Zhuang's mouth curled into a faint smile, his figure did not move, but seemed to blend into the surrounding night. When Mo Jiao's attack was about to reach him,

His figure flashed, appearing on Mo Jiao's flank like a ghost, his long sword waving lightly, a brilliant sword light cutting through the night sky, pointing directly at Mo Jiao's throat.

"Too slow." Wei Zhuang's voice was indifferent and calm, as if he was just evaluating a trivial matter.

Mo Jiao was shocked, and hurriedly dodged sideways, but even so, his face was still grazed by the sword light, leaving a shocking cut. His heart was filled with horror, and he looked at Wei Zhuang in disbelief. That composure and strength made him feel an unprecedented despair.

"You… you…" Mo Jiao gasped, unable to speak for a moment.

"Don't move, live. Move, die."

Before the words fell, Wei Zhuang's figure moved again, like a cheetah shuttling through the night, each time the sword light flashed, it was accompanied by the fall of a Black Serpent Gang member. His swordsmanship was fierce and precise, each strike pointing directly at the vital points, without the slightest bit of sloppiness.

The irritable Mo Jiao was about to counterattack, but seeing that even when Wei Zhuang was killing people, his gaze would fall on him, he understood that he could not do anything.

Seeing that the Hong Sect had the upper hand, Wei Zhuang slowly sheathed his long sword, facing these weaklings, wielding a sword was not Wei Zhuang's intention, but not winning was even more something Wei Zhuang did not want to see.

His gaze swept around, and the Black Serpent Gang members showed fear under this powerful pressure, some even began to retreat. He smiled coldly and said, "After today, there will be no more Black Serpent Gang in Qingxi County."

The Hong Sect disciples were stunned by what they saw. They had never seen such a powerful Wei Zhuang, and they couldn't help but feel a bit of awe in their hearts.

After today's battle, the Hong Sect's reputation will completely resound throughout Qingxi County, and the name Wei Zhuang will also resound throughout Qingxi City.

Without the mysterious person controlling the snakes, without Mo Jiao, who had Blood Refinement Completion, in charge of commanding, the battle between the two gangs quickly ended.

The Black Serpent Gang members died or fled, leaving only Mo Jiao standing alone in place, his face ashen. Wei Zhuang walked up to him, the tip of his sword lightly tapping the ground, and said, "Surrender, or not?"

Mo Jiao lowered his head weakly, his heart filled with bitterness and unwillingness. He understood that from now on, the Black Serpent Gang's days in Qingxi County would become difficult. And he himself would bear the heavy shame of today's defeat.

But in order to live, Mo Jiao, the Black Serpent Gang leader who had roamed Qingxi County for more than ten years, lowered his proud head. His face was extremely gloomy, and he said with a bitter voice, "I… I surrender!"

As Mo Jiao's words fell, those Black Serpent Gang members who were still struggling also threw the weapons in their hands to the ground.

The reinforcements were broken, the strongest vice gang leader surrendered, the Hong Sect disciples were not bad in strength, and they were more in number, this was really impossible to fight!

How could the mere two taels of silver given by the gang be compared with one's own life?

The Hong Sect disciples of course knew the next process, wasn't it just accepting and absorbing? It's not like they haven't done it before.

So, the Black Serpent Gang members were escorted one by one to the nearest base by the Hong Sect disciples.

As the two sides gradually dispersed, the alley returned to calm, leaving only a mess on the ground and the lingering smell of blood in the air, reminding people that a thrilling fight had just taken place here.