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As the two of them spoke, they ventured deeper into the factory, where the battle was still ongoing. However, the outcome was already inevitable. With the number of Yamamoto Clan members dwindling, the Bear Guard's advantage grew larger. Unless a miracle occurred, no one would be able to change the tide.
This was Huaguo, in Tong City. Hua Gang had already retreated from here, and across the river lay Yingguo, separated by a border. A miracle was simply impossible.
The next phase of the battle held no suspense. Jufeng shifted his gaze elsewhere. He noticed the scattered weapons on the ground and realized that the Mountain-Cleaving Blade of the Huaguo gang was quite different. Although both were knives, the blades from Yingguo were longer and narrower, unlike Huaguo's Mountain-Cleaving Blade, which emphasized strength.
"Do people from Yingguo use this kind of knife?"
Jufeng picked up a knife from the ground and examined it closely. The blade was extremely sharp, but thin and narrow. He toyed with it in his hand; the silver sheen of the blade glimmered under the moonlight, feeling quite comfortable and suitable for him.
Vera watched Jufeng play with the knife effortlessly. His demeanor was calm yet captivating; the knife danced in his hand like a wandering dragon, dazzling with its brilliance.
After steadying her thoughts, Vera said, "That's right. Most ordinary Yingguo gang members use this kind of knife. It's a traditional Tachi, a type of samurai sword. Its lightness allows for personal agility, making it quite popular in Yingguo."
Once Vera finished speaking, Jufeng couldn't help but shake his head. It wasn't disdainful, but it was clear that his opinion of the Yamamoto Clan had diminished somewhat.
Jufeng remarked lightly, "I think the Yamamoto Clan is a bit too arrogant. I've heard before that Yingguo holds itself in high regard, and now it seems to be true. Indeed, this kind of knife can showcase individual skill, but how much can personal strength truly contribute in a real gang fight? A heavy sword can deal significant damage even without a sharp edge; a strong person swinging it can inflict serious harm on an enemy. Yet this kind of knife might not even touch an opponent before succumbing to the pressure of a Mountain-Cleaving Blade."
"This knife is too delicate; it might suffice for a personal duel but falls short in gang warfare. I doubt the Yamamoto Clan is unaware of this flaw; they are simply too arrogant to realize how strong they can be in individual combat."
Jufeng approached this issue from an objective standpoint, analyzing it thoroughly. In fact, Vera had already noticed these circumstances, which was why she intended to take action against the Yamamoto Clan.
Arrogant soldiers are bound to fail, especially when internal power struggles abound.
However, it seemed Jufeng was quite fond of the Tachi in his hand. Vera looked at him with confusion and said, "But you seem to really like that knife."
Jufeng chuckled softly and replied, "It's not suitable for chaotic battles, but for someone skilled like me, it's quite fitting."
Vera glanced at Jufeng helplessly before linking arms with Blue Cat and moving forward, seemingly unwilling to engage further with this self-absorbed individual.
They passed through courtyards and tree-lined paths until they arrived at the final battleground of Tonight's conflict—the factory.
Suspended from the ceiling of the factory was an Energy Lamp hung by someone unknown. In this night devoid of power, it could last about five hours. Beneath the Energy Lamp stood two groups of people; one side huddled together nervously with Tachi in hand, blades facing outward as they guarded against those surrounding them.
Jufeng finally discerned the number of Bear Guards—only about a hundred, all dressed in black. Yet, their fair skin revealed their European descent, a selection process designed to ensure absolute loyalty.
When Vera arrived, a gap opened in the encirclement. Lance stood there, slightly turned to create space for Vera.
Across from them, at the forefront of the Yamamoto Clan, were two middle-aged men. One had his hair braided, and the Tachi he held was slightly different from the others. Jufeng paid extra attention to him—his killing intent was not weak.
However, it was not he who spoke first, but rather a companion beside him.
“…”
The ellipsis did not signify silence; instead, it was a rapid exchange of words that Jufeng could not comprehend.
Yet, this was not what saddened Jufeng the most. What truly disheartened him was Vera's response, which continued in a rapid stream of English without pause, leaving him unaware of how proficient she had become.
In the past twenty years, Jufeng had encountered countless individuals who could be called talented—martial artists, strategists, mecha pilots, musicians, businesspeople, and many more. However, someone like Vera was indeed rare.
A Red-Class Mecha Pilot.
The leader of a World-Class Gang.
What frustrated him most was her intelligence; she spoke English fluently, making Jufeng feel embarrassed for often shamelessly boasting in front of her. Yet she had never flaunted her abilities.
As Jufeng felt his shame deepen, Vera's conversation with the others drew to a close. However, it seemed there was an issue brewing. The Englishman he had been observing suddenly let out a strange cry and began to approach Vera with an odd gait.
In an instant, he reached Vera's side, stirring up a gust of cold wind that tousled a strand of hair by her cheek. He swung his blade toward her delicate face.
It was mere inches away.
Jufeng's gaze sharpened, yet he did not move because someone else had already acted before him.
Specifically, it was an arm that emerged at that moment—more solid than a thousand blades combined.
Five fingers transformed into a shackle that tightly bound the incoming Tachi within its grip. No matter how hard the attacker struggled, the Iron Arm remained immovable.
Even as blood trickled down the arm and blade.
Then, another arm appeared in view, rushing towards the British man.
In the eyes of the British man, the fist coming at him grew larger and larger, suddenly looming like a mountain, making it impossible to evade.
Since there was no way to dodge, he could only brace himself.
Thus, a figure was sent flying back, returning to where it had come from.
"Bang!"
The figure fell into the crowd, convulsed a couple of times, and then lay still.
And that Tachi would forever remain in Lance's hand.
The members of the Yamamoto Clan already wore gloomy expressions; now it seemed they would never see light again.
Vera calmly turned around, holding Blue Cat as she walked out, with Jufeng following closely behind, curious about what the two had just discussed.
"What were you chattering about?"
Vera seemed to remember that Jufeng did not understand English, and a smile similar to the one she had when writing numbers with Blue Cat appeared on her lips.
It was faint but deeply hurt Jufeng's feelings.
Vera explained, "The person I was talking to is a younger brother from the Yamamoto Clan. His position in the clan is not low. I left him a way out so he could go back and convey that Blazing Axe is declaring war on the Yamamoto Clan."
Jufeng understood the reason for not cutting off the roots. When two world-class gangs fought, ambushes or surprises wouldn’t provide much advantage; instead, it allowed them to prepare early and respond accordingly.
"What about that dead man?"
Vera replied lightly, "A Japanese Ronin, defending the dignity of Bushido. He could not accept surrender and had no choice but to die in battle."
Jufeng, upon hearing those words, recalled his battle with Lin Cheng on the grasslands, and a faint sense of loss suddenly washed over him.
Is fate truly destined to end in death?
Shaking his head, Jufeng vanished into the night alongside Vera.
As they spoke, they found themselves deep within the factory again. The fighting continued, but the outcome was already set in stone. With the numbers of the Yamamoto Clan dwindling, the advantage of the Bear Guard grew increasingly apparent. Unless a miracle occurred, neither side would be able to change their fate.
This was Huaguo, in Tong City. The Hua Gang had already retreated from here, and across the river from Yingguo lay the sea, separated by national borders—miracles were simply impossible.
The next battle held no suspense for Jufeng, who shifted his gaze elsewhere. He noticed that the scattered weapons on the ground did not resemble the Mountain-Cleaving Blade of Huaguo's gangs. Although both were knives, the blades from Yingguo were longer and narrower, unlike Huaguo's Mountain-Cleaving Blade which emphasized strength.
"Do people from Yingguo all use this kind of knife?"
Jufeng picked up a knife from the ground and examined it closely. The blade was extremely sharp but thin and narrow. As he toyed with it in his hand, the silver sheen of the blade sparkled under the moonlight—it felt just right and suited him well.
Vera watched Jufeng play with the knife effortlessly; it was a calm display yet captivating. The knife danced in his hand like a dragon gliding through water, its dazzling brilliance mesmerizing.
Regaining her composure, Vera said, "That's right. Most ordinary gangs in Yingguo use this type of knife. It's a traditional Tachi, a kind of samurai sword. Because it's light and agile, it allows for personal dexterity, making it quite popular in Yingguo."
After Vera finished speaking, Jufeng couldn't help but shake his head. It wasn't disdainful, but clearly, the Yamamoto Clan had diminished in his eyes.
Jufeng remarked lightly, "I think the Yamamoto Clan is a bit too arrogant. I've heard before that Yingguo has an inflated sense of self-worth, and now it seems to be true. Indeed, this kind of knife can showcase individual strength, but how much can personal power really contribute in actual gang fights? A heavy sword can still deal significant damage even without a sharp edge; a strong person swinging it can inflict great harm on an enemy. Yet this kind of knife might not even touch an opponent before succumbing to the pressure of a Mountain-Cleaving Blade."
"This knife is too delicate. It might suffice for personal duels but falls short in gang warfare. I doubt the Yamamoto Clan is unaware of this flaw; they are just too arrogant to realize how strong they can truly be in personal combat."
Jufeng approached this issue from an objective standpoint, analyzing it incisively. In fact, Vera had already recognized these circumstances; that was why she intended to take action against the Yamamoto Clan.
Arrogant soldiers are bound to fail, especially when internal power struggles abound.
However, it seemed Jufeng had taken quite a liking to the Tachi in his hand. Vera questioned him curiously, "But you seem to really enjoy that knife."
Jufeng chuckled softly and replied, "It's not suitable for chaotic battles, but for someone like me who is skilled, it's quite fitting."
Vera glanced helplessly at Jufeng, then linked arms with Blue Cat and walked ahead, seemingly unwilling to exchange another word with the narcissistic man.
They passed through the courtyard, walked along the tree-lined path, and finally arrived at the last location of tonight's battle—the factory.
Suspended from the ceiling of the factory was an Energy Lamp, hung by someone unknown. In this power-cut night, it could last for about five hours. Beneath the Energy Lamp stood two groups of people; one group huddled together in fear, holding Tachi with their blades facing outward, on guard against the other group surrounding them.
Jufeng finally got a clear look at the number of Bear Guard members—only about a hundred, all dressed in black. However, their fair skin revealed their European descent, selected through rigorous means to ensure absolute loyalty.
As Vera arrived, a gap opened in the encirclement. Lance stood there, slightly turned to give Vera some space.
Opposite them, leading the Yamamoto Clan were two middle-aged men. One had his hair braided, and his Tachi was slightly different from those of the others. Jufeng paid extra attention to him—his killing intent was not weak.
However, it was not he who spoke first but rather a companion beside him.
“…”
The ellipsis did not indicate silence but rather a rapid-fire exchange that Jufeng could not comprehend at all.
Yet this was not what saddened Jufeng most; what truly disheartened him was Vera's response—a continuous stream of rapid English that showed no signs of stopping, leaving him unsure of how proficient she had become.
In the past twenty years, Jufeng had encountered countless individuals who could be called talented—those skilled in martial arts, political maneuvering, mecha piloting, music, business, and so on. Yet someone like Vera was truly rare.
A Red-Class Mecha Pilot.
The leader of a World-Class Gang.
What infuriated him most was how incredibly intelligent she was; her fluency in English made Jufeng feel ashamed and embarrassed. He often shamelessly boasted in front of her, yet she had never once flaunted her abilities.
As Jufeng felt a pang of shame within himself, Vera's conversation with the opposing side drew to a close. However, it seemed there was some issue brewing. The English-speaking man he had been watching suddenly let out a strange cry and began to approach Vera with an odd gait.
In an instant, he reached Vera's side, stirring up a gust of cold wind that tousled a strand of her hair as he swung his blade toward her delicate face.
It was mere inches away.
Jufeng's gaze tightened, yet he did not move, for before him, someone had already made the first move.
Indeed, it was an arm, but at that moment, it was more solid than a thousand blades.
Five fingers transformed into a shackle, tightly binding the oncoming Tachi within its grasp. No matter how hard the newcomer struggled, the Iron Arm remained unmoved.
Even as blood trickled down the arm and blade.
Then, another arm appeared in view, rushing towards the Yingguo person.
In the eyes of the Yingguo individual, the fist charging forward seemed to grow larger and larger, suddenly looming like a mountain, making it impossible to evade.
Since there was no way to dodge, one could only endure.
Thus, a figure was sent flying backward, returning from whence it came.
"Bang!"
The figure fell among the crowd, convulsed twice, and then lay still.
And that Tachi would forever remain in Lance's hand.
The members of the Yamamoto Clan already wore expressions of gloom; now they would likely never see light again.
Vera calmly turned and walked out while holding Blue Cat. Jufeng followed closely behind, curious about what the two had just discussed.
"What were you chattering about?"
Vera seemed to remember that Jufeng did not understand Yingguo language and smiled again, just as she had when writing numbers with Blue Cat.
It was a faint smile, yet it wounded Jufeng's heart.
Vera explained, "The one I was talking to is a younger brother from the Yamamoto Clan. His position in the clan is not low. I left him a way out so he could return and convey that Blazing Axe is declaring war on the Yamamoto Clan."
Jufeng understood the reason for not cutting the grass at its roots. When two world-class gangs clashed, ambushes or surprises offered little advantage; instead, they only allowed the opponents to prepare in advance, making it easier for them to respond appropriately.
"What about that dead man?" he asked.
Vera replied calmly, "A Japanese Ronin, defending the dignity of the Samurai code. He could not accept surrender and had no choice but to die in battle."
Hearing this, Jufeng recalled his fight with Lin Cheng on the grasslands and suddenly felt a wave of melancholy wash over him.
Is fate truly something that must end in death?
He shook his head and disappeared into the night alongside Vera.
(To be continued)
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