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The members of the Unification Alliance had completed their performance, leaving only a heated atmosphere for Chen Tan Hua and Zhu Yao to warm up for the upcoming battle.
This third wave of enemies could barely be considered a main course.
They came from the capital, hailing from the most orthodox gang, yet their actions were the most contrary to the principles of the martial world.
Once, during the fight against the Unification Alliance and Prairie Wolf, Hurricane and Hua Gang were the closest of allies. They fought not for territory but to uphold justice in the martial world and avenge deep-seated grievances, putting aside personal interests.
But now, what had changed? Why did they disregard their formidable foes and turn their vicious fangs toward Hurricane?
There were many from Hua Gang—hundreds, in fact—not counting the black-clad figures continuously pouring in from outside. Fortunately, the room rented by Jufeng was spacious enough, and he had no intention of paying for any accommodations.
Tonight, the entire hotel was closed for business; Jufeng was its only guest, attended by three hundred towering men.
In the corridor outside the room, heads crowded from both sides of the stairwell, extending to Jufeng's door. People fell one after another in the middle, while those on either side rushed forward to take their place. Blood splattered across walls, floors, and clothing everywhere, creating a chaotic scene reminiscent of an ink wash painting.
The people at this moment resembled mosquitoes that seemed impossible to eradicate. Although Hua Cheng and his companions came from a military background, they had never witnessed such a scene before. For soldiers, opportunities to showcase individual combat skills were rare; at least not like today where three hundred faced just a handful.
It wasn't a hopeless situation; it was merely about being outnumbered.
The five of them had been fighting for over ten minutes and were truly exhausted, their stamina waning. The only one who seemed somewhat better off was Chen Long; having trained in martial arts gave him a significant advantage in this primal brawl.
In contrast, Zhu Yao, as a woman, showed no signs of fatigue at all. Her movements flowed like water with each strike resembling a grand performance. If Hua Cheng hadn't witnessed it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.
On the other side, Tong Bailong's fighting style resonated most with Hua Cheng and his companions. It was visually striking with an aesthetic of violence. Wielding two metal rods taken from the hotel bathroom, he swung them at incoming enemies like a scythe cutting through wheat. Wherever he struck, enemies fell like autumn leaves in a gust of wind. In this chaotic scene, he had more advantages than Zhu Yao; there were several times more enemies underfoot than on her side.
Feeling inspired by Zhu Yao and Tong Bailong's fighting spirit, Hua Cheng and his companions felt their own blood ignite within them—heating up until it reached a boiling point.
With a roar, their soldierly fervor surged to its peak. They had no expectations for how much they could turn the tide in tonight's battle; they simply could not afford to lose face in front of a woman when it came to their masculine pride.
Thus, the five rugged men rejoined the fray, causing even their numerous opponents to feel a chill.
Willpower could determine many things—temporary battlefield direction or momentary combat outcomes—but ultimately could not change what was inevitable: under absolute superiority, the final outcome remained unchanged.
Zhu Yao and Tong Bailong managed to hold their ground through half an hour of fighting without retreating an inch. However, after igniting their last ounce of life force, it became increasingly difficult for Hua Cheng's five to continue. Eventually, they were knocked down by an enemy's kick or punch—or worse yet—a blade, unable to rise again.
Soldiers fear neither death nor sacrifice; Hua Cheng and his companions had never experienced such an extraordinary battlefield before. Even as death loomed just moments away, they bore no resentment whatsoever.
They had brushed past death countless times, just like the feeling at this moment, so they were incredibly confident that they were not afraid of dying.
They waited, and those with strength would pick up the weapons of the fallen enemies beside them, using their last ounce of energy to throw them at the foes. If they hit, they would laugh heartily.
What they were waiting for was not death; they chose Jufeng because of trust and genuine admiration. They believed that the person they trusted, who had traveled thousands of miles to bring them to Earth, would not let them perish just like that.
So what they awaited was reinforcements from above, a turning point.
Indeed, their trust did not let them down.
The battle in the middle of the corridor was intense, while both sides eagerly anticipated their chance to strike. Little did they know that their true enemy was not ahead but behind them.
“Thud!” A muffled groan echoed as one of the Hua Gang brothers fell.
“Thud thud!!” Two more muffled sounds followed as two members of Hua Gang inexplicably lost consciousness.
“Thud thud thud…” The sounds continued in rapid succession as Hua Gang members fell one after another. By the time someone suddenly realized what was happening, a wave of Steel Blade members had appeared at both ends of the corridor, surrounding the Hua Gang.
There were not many of them, but with swift strikes, Hua Gang members kept toppling over.
The Hua Gang members were alarmed; they thought this was the territory of the Unification Alliance and felt secure leaving their backs exposed. They never expected these demons to appear out of nowhere.
Those in the center of the battle sensed the sudden change outside. What had been a surrounding force now found themselves caught between enemies, and the disparity was evident. Gradually, the strength behind Hua Gang's strikes weakened; many began to lose their will to fight and looked around in confusion.
The five members of Hua Cheng saw the tide turn and smiled even wider, like brilliant neon lights shining brightly!
…
In Jufeng's room, countless assassins had already fallen inside and outside. Snow Clear glided across the night sky tonight, lifting delicate hexagonal petals.
The bloodstains on Chen Tan Hua's clothing spread wider and became heavier, yet his face maintained an unchanging smile that illustrated the incompetence of this group of assassins.
Several figures entered the room, led by none other than Chang Guohong, who had once topped the Starlight Ranking and had been absent for many days.
Thus, it was clear who had arrived outside the room: Azure Wind Antelope, who had shone brightly on concert night and soon left the Huaguo stage behind.
A loud and clear whistle pierced through Snow Clear's shimmering light, cutting through the night sky and into the depths of the clouds, breaking through shattered windows and entering Crimson Door.
Liu Xing continued to stand protectively in front of Chuyang, his previously solemn expression now relaxed.
It seemed that this third wave of enemies posed no threat.
However, Jufeng next door remained uneasy, for the person he was truly waiting for had yet to arrive.
The night gradually lightened, and the wheel of time had unknowingly turned to the second hour. Jufeng gazed silently at the boundless night, wondering if they would not come after all.
A faint sense of regret began to rise from within him as he slowly turned around, only to suddenly freeze mid-motion.
On the other side of the wall, Snow Clear buzzed ominously within its sheath!
(To be continued)
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