118 The End of a Piercing Force (2/2)

”Kill them!”

After receiving Guo Jianghu's order, a crowd of about 30 men rushed at Feng Wuhen like a pack of wild dogs.

”Agh!” Feng Wuhen let out a howl as he leaned to the side and violently kicked out a leg with the force of an entire army. The five men swinging on metal poles pressed ahead. They slid forward with their lower bodies, but their upper bodies seemed to hit an invisible wall that sent them ricocheting backward.

The metal poles flew out of their hands as the five men's spines slammed onto the ground, knocking them out almost immediately.

Feng Wuhen took the opportunity to follow up with another round of attacks and pushed forward mercilessly, hitting someone's chest. That man's ribcage was crushed from the impact, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

”You want my life? Then prepare to come down to hell with me!”

Feng Wuhen wiped the fresh blood from his face and charged right into the crowd like a mad bull.

The other four men also guarded the staircase fervently. They refused to let any of the Dragon Gang members crawl up the fence toward the rooftop. All four of them had sustained a lot of injuries, and their clothing was completely battle-worn and bloodstained. Just then, someone slowly crept up along the fence toward Feng Wuhen.

Xiao Wu immediately warned him, ”Be careful, brother Feng!”

He rushed over, shouting, and pushed down the stealth attacker. At the same time, he took a fresh injury to his back and was gruesomely wounded from his shoulders down to his waist.

Feng Wuhen went berserk. He picked up the knife and cut down four people to save Xiao Wu from the brink of death. He howled, ”Damnit! You go back up and wait. You all can die after I do!”

Xiao Wu clenched his teeth in pain as he scolded himself for being useless. Still, he listened to Feng Wuhen and returned to the second-floor rooftop.

Feng Wuhen growled as he charged forward a few yards. The glow of his blade flashed as countless screams ripped through the sky.

”Ah!”

The weakest part of the Dragon Gang's formation fell with a great many cries. With a rush of adrenaline like when a tiger runs into a crow of sheep, Feng Wuhen twisted and flexed his wrist as the two knives blended seamlessly into a single screen of light. Blood splattered, covering a distance of a few meters, as the gang members continued to fall and get back up to fight.

A man wielding a massive blade blocked the way. He roared with rage as he thought that he could stop Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen jeered while turning his hand to stab directly into the man's throat. He pulled his blade out.

”Cough—”

Fresh, boiling blood spilled out along with the blade. The 400-pound man's body rotated a full circle before falling to the ground. His lifeblood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

Guo Jianghu watched as the fierce warriors, Feng Wuhen and his men, neared their end and sneered, ”You're quite strong, kid. I'll give you a chance since you're such a man. How about this, you kill all four of your brothers over there then turn yourself over to us. I'll let you go and even let you live and work under me. How's that?”

”Dream on!”

Feng Wuhen spat on the ground and hissed, ”The five of us are brothers. We've been through life and death together, so do you really think you can make us turn on each other just like that? Hey, baldy, stop sending your men to their deaths! Don't you have the guts to fight me yourself?”

”Your physical strength is quite impressive, but you're still not good enough to be my opponent.” Guo Jianghu picked his nose and looked at Feng Wuhen with unspeakable scorn.

”You can tell me whether I'm good enough or not after we fight!” Feng Wuhen howled like a leopard and rushed violently forward at Guo Jianghu.

He slashed through four or five of Guo Jianghu's men, who tried to stop him along the way. A loud roar pierced the air while the long knives in his hands traced out intimidating, barbarous curves mid-air before slashing down toward Guo Jianghu's head.