The Fall of Dragon Head

The instant the explosion rang out, Mo Tang's body nearly turned into a black streak as he charged after the fleeing Meng Long.

This speed far exceeded Meng Long's expectations, making him cry out in alarm.

Seeing that escape was impossible, Meng Long's eyes turned vicious. He swept his spear, and a fierce gust of force suddenly surged forth before him, accompanied by a piercing howl through the air as it smashed viciously toward Mo Tang's head.

"Clang!"

A crisp clash of metal rang out from where the two exchanged blows.

As the soundwaves spread, a ring of ferocious energy erupted between the blade and the spear shaft...

The ground beneath Mo Tang and Meng Long's feet immediately cracked open!

"Tch, so your strength is actually even worse than that Meng Jiao's. And you still have the nerve to call yourself the grand leader..."

Steadying himself, Mo Tang looked at Meng Long, who had stumbled back several steps in succession, and spoke disdainfully.

"You...! You've gone too far!"

Meng Long's face had already turned bluish-purple.

I'm the grand leader because I'm the older brother, all right?!

Ignoring his words, Mo Tang stomped hard with his retreating foot and shot forward again like an arrow. The sharp blade in his hand traced a circle through the air, carrying waves of oppressive whistling wind as it slashed down viciously.

Just as he was about to enter Meng Long's attack range, Mo Tang suddenly kicked off the ground. His body eerily shifted sideways to Meng Long's left, and his grip tightened as the blade pointed straight at the other man's throat.

Other than Meng Jiao, whom he had previously ambushed to death, this was Mo Tang's first direct battle against someone at the Da Dou Shi level.

Although his opponent was weaker than him, he was just right for getting some practice...

Meng Long truly deserved to be called an old mercenary who had fought his way through countless battles. His combat experience was rich. Although neither his speed nor strength could compare to Mo Tang's, he wielded his long spear so tightly that not even water could pass through, blocking Mo Tang's relentless attacks one after another.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

As the two traded such dazzling attacks and defenses, the crisp clashes of metal across the spacious plaza nearly melded into one continuous sound.

The ringing of steel circled above the plaza, lingering for a long while.

As the saying went: attack for too long and one grew impatient; defend for too long and one would make a mistake.

In a contest between spear and shield, it depended on who made the first mistake...

Watching the young man opposite him grow increasingly impatient after failing to break through for so long, to the point that even his slashes were becoming disordered, Meng Long was overjoyed.

This is the moment!

"Boy, it's over!"

After blocking Mo Tang's slash, Meng Long suddenly exerted force, directly knocking the latter off balance and leaving his chest completely exposed!

Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he growled coldly, "Explosive Flame Spear!"

As Meng Long's shout fell, fierce crimson flame battle qi began to gather wildly around his spear...

A moment later, it seemed to form a vortex of flames around the spear. At the center of the vortex was a dark hollow, within which fierce energy was rapidly condensing.

"Die, brat!"

Meng Long grinned, a savage expression appearing on his face as he thrust out his spear. A circle of dark-red, violent energy ripples spread along the spear shaft...

Then, they burst from the spear tip.

The flame vortex around the spear suddenly paused. From the black hollow, a crimson energy mass that was nearly tangible shot out with a fierce gust of wind, smashing heavily against Mo Tang's blade!

The instant they made contact, the crimson energy mass rippled before exploding violently like a bomb.

"Boom! Clang!"

This sudden clash of metal exploded across the plaza like thunder.

The violent soundwaves made both sides, who were locked in chaotic battle nearby, instinctively cover their ears as they stared at the center of the plaza in shock.

"Gulp!"

Zhang Fang could not help swallowing. Then, his gaze shifted slightly toward Wu Liang and Li Tong, who were not far away and were roughly as strong as himself.

If the three of them had previously been somewhat dissatisfied with Mo Tang's domineering way of doing things, they no longer dared entertain such thoughts...

A Da Dou Shi with such formidable strength—if he truly killed the three of them, their families likely would not punish him for their sake.

It could not be helped. To a family, the influence brought by a Da Dou Shi was not something a few Dou Shi could compare to...

The explosive energy even took Mo Tang slightly by surprise. The long blade in his hand nearly flew from his grasp, and he hurriedly retreated. Every step he took left a footprint deeply embedded in the hard stone ground.

This sight immediately drew cries of joy from the remaining members of the Dragon Head Mercenary Group, as if they had seen hope of survival.

However, what happened next instantly caught everyone by the throat...

Mo Tang's figure suddenly turned into a thin streak of light. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at Meng Long's side.

"What?!"

Seeing the young man's speed multiply in an instant, Meng Long's expression abruptly changed. His pupils contracted as he stared fixedly at the black streak growing larger and larger in his eyes.

At a certain moment, an aura even fiercer than before suddenly erupted from Meng Long's body. An iron fist covered in crimson battle qi carried a piercing howl as it smashed viciously toward that streak of light.

One second before the fist qi collided with the black streak...

That lightning-like figure incredibly came to an abrupt halt, then turned into an illusion and vanished from Meng Long's sight in an instant...

"Splat!"

"Urgh...!"

A bloodied blade pierced straight through his chest.

The crimson battle qi armor around Meng Long's body was like a thin sheet of paper, offering no obstruction whatsoever...

Strands of silver lightning emerged from the blade.

Wisps of smoke rose from the wound, accompanied by the smell of scorched roasted meat.

"Urgh... heh... glug..."

Meng Long's mouth opened and closed as though he wanted to say something. But the moment he opened it, a great gush of blood poured out, turning all his words into meaningless sounds before they slowly faded away.

"D-Dead..."

The gaunt middle-aged Dou Shi who had previously urged Meng Long to break out stared in terror and stammered.

Mo Tang pulled his Sharp Spirit Blade from the corpse, slowly raised it, and pointed it at the Dragon Head members who had already stopped fighting...

"I'll give you one chance. Submit, or die!"

Thud!

Thud!

One after another, the men threw down their weapons and dropped to their knees, trembling as they surrendered to Mo Tang.

Glancing at the fewer than thirty remaining Dragon Head members, Mo Tang said to Zhang Fang and the other two, "Clean this place up. From now on, this will be my residence in Black Rock City..."

"Yes, sir!"