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Due to the fact that Xie Weiwei and his group had more people pursuing the thugs than Hou Libang, they managed to deal with the thugs much quicker. Just as they were preparing to head to the agreed meeting point, they suddenly sensed the presence of gray flames released by Deng Feifeng.
There were two reasons why Xie Weiwei and his group could detect this anomaly. First, they were not far from the alley where Hou Libang was located, and they could reach it in less than a minute at their fastest pace. The second reason was that Xie Weiwei and his companions had been exposed to similar energies before, making them more sensitive and able to quickly notice the disturbance.
"What’s going on? Did something happen over there with Hou Libang?" Xie Weiwei furrowed his brow and muttered. He turned around and quickly ran in the direction of Hou Libang.
By the time Xie Weiwei arrived, seven new students were already guarding the entrance of the alley. They looked grave as they stared at the layer of gray flames before them, wielding their enchanted Sabres and striking forcefully at the gray flames.
The seven Sabres emitted a faint white glow, and upon contact with the gray flames, they produced a sizzling sound, as if water had been poured into hot oil.
The layer of gray flames was gradually dispersed by the light emanating from the Sabres, but with the limited number of new students present, it would take at least another ten minutes to break through the gray flames completely.
Seeing this scene, Xie Weiwei had already guessed what was happening. A glint flashed in his eyes as he grabbed his own enchanted Sabre and rushed over to join the ranks of the seven new students.
In about a minute's time, those new students who had split up began to arrive one after another. They gathered together and wielded their Sabres, desperately striking at the gray flames before them.
The previously dissipating gray flames began to flicker violently. A crack about the width of a finger appeared on the flame barrier and started to spread gradually. If this trend continued, within a minute, the layer of gray flames would completely collapse.
Meanwhile, in the alley, Hou Libang bore over a dozen wounds—some inflicted by Zhu Fangyuan's dagger, others by Wang Xianglong's iron claws. Although Wu Yong used an iron rod, his strikes left even more severe injuries on Hou Libang.
Blood flowed incessantly from Hou Libang's wounds. Though only a few minutes had passed, his clothes were already soaked red with blood, making him look as if he had just fallen into a vat of dye—an utterly tragic sight.
Hou Libang glanced at the commotion at the entrance of the alley. A fierce killing intent radiated from his eyes. He weakly coughed several times, spitting out clotted blood from his throat. Then he pointed his broken Sabre at Wu Yong and his two companions, his tone icy as he said, "Cough cough, you three better wait for my brothers to arrive; that will be your death sentence."
They certainly noticed the movement behind them, and at that moment, their expressions turned grim.
After the recent skirmish, although they had severely injured Hou Libang, they themselves bore several wounds inflicted by his Sabre. Zhu Fangyuan had been stabbed through the left arm by Hou Libang, instantly rendering his left hand useless.
Zhu Fangyuan pressed his hand against the wound on his arm, and the friendly smile on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce scowl. With a venomous glare directed at Hou Libang, he exclaimed angrily, "Damn it, why is this Fatty so tough? Even with the three of us working together, we still lost one of our own. I really have bad luck! Wu Yong, it's up to you now; I can't fight anymore."
After saying this, Zhu Fangyuan decisively retreated to Deng Feifeng's side and began to bandage his arm. It was clear he was not prepared to continue battling Hou Libang.
Wang Xianglong watched Zhu Fangyuan's departing figure with disdain and scoffed, "Hmph, what an old hand. This Fatty is barely hanging on; he doesn't need you to finish him off."
"Enough, Wang Xianglong. Let's deal with this fat guy first; we can talk later," Wu Yong replied with his usual cold demeanor. After finishing his sentence, he swung the iron rod in his hand and aimed for Hou Libang's head.
Although Wang Xianglong felt some dissatisfaction towards Zhu Fangyuan, he quickly followed Wu Yong's lead and charged toward Hou Libang.
A light sound echoed through the air as Hou Libang managed to block Wu Yong's strike with the broken Sabre in his hand. However, the force of the blow still shook him, causing his hands to go numb as he stumbled back several steps.
At that moment, Wang Xianglong seized the opportunity and rushed in front of Hou Libang. He raised his right hand and delivered a powerful punch straight to Hou Libang's chest.
With a splatter of blood, Hou Libang was sent flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. He rolled over seven or eight times before finally coming to a stop.
Coughing weakly, Hou Libang lay on the ground with his hands propped up as he struggled to rise again. Just as he managed to lift half of his body, his arms lost strength and he collapsed back down.
Wang Xianglong glanced at the barely conscious Hou Libang and slowly removed the iron knuckles from his hands. In a calm tone, he said, "Wu Yong, this fat guy is down to his last breath; it's your turn to finish him off."
Wang Xianglong quickly walked to Zhu Fangyuan's side, feigning a lackluster demeanor as he casually glanced at Wu Yong in the distance.
Both Wang Xianglong and Zhu Fangyuan were seasoned veterans of the underworld, having navigated its treacherous waters for decades. Although they sought the promise of Elder Cai's Corpse Oil Solution and Corpse Oil Ointment, they knew that if these resources were truly distributed, Wu Yong, as the head of the dark forces in the county, would undoubtedly take the lion's share. Naturally, they felt displeased at the thought of Wu Yong reaping most of the benefits, so it was only fitting that he handle the dirty work.
Wu Yong was aware of Wang Xianglong's calculations. He turned his gaze to Deng Feifeng and his two companions, speaking coldly, "You three remember this: I will take seventy percent of the resources. If you’re unwilling to act, then I will do it myself."
"Hey, hey, Boss Wu, that's not fair! You’re keeping all the good stuff from me, Ma Yiwen. Do you really think of us from the Horse Head Gang as air?" At that moment, a group of thugs armed with blades emerged from the other end of the alley. There were over two hundred of them, filling the narrow passage with their dark presence. Leading them was none other than Ma Yiwen, the leader of the Horse Head Gang.
Upon seeing Ma Yiwen and his crew arrive, a glint flashed in Wu Yong's eyes as he halted his actions. He realized that if he killed Hou Libang now, that life would weigh heavily on him and more trouble would surely follow. Weighing the pros and cons, Wu Yong chose to observe for now.
After a moment, a sharp sound echoed from the entrance of the alley as Xie Weiwei and her group broke through the layer of gray flames. They charged in with great momentum and quickly surrounded Hou Libang, protecting him at the center of their formation.
(End of Chapter)
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