Things had descended into complete chaos.
A group of Ancient Martial Artists fought until the sky darkened, beating each other's heads into mush.
The key was that Long Aotian's group was actually pretty fierce!
Long Aotian alone could be used like several beasts of burden, not to mention that he had the Strategist and two experts with him!
So, once those two groups realized this, they joined forces to attack Long Aotian.
By then, Lu Chengwen had straightened his clothes and walked out. "Damn, they're still fighting? Their stamina's pretty good—almost as good as mine."
Long Aotian was beside himself with rage. "Cheng Wen! Help!"
Luo Shiyin said from the side, "Husband, let's not help him. He can take a beating; they won't kill him anytime soon."
Qi Meishao added, "Husband, I still don't understand. How could they... fight so viciously? Why is it that once we egg them on, they fight so hard, so desperately?"
Lu Chengwen looked at Qi Meishao. "Money! Booze! Women! Pride!"
Qi Meishao covered her mouth and smiled. "Husband has all those things. Husband is truly impressive."
Long Aotian grew frantic. "Cheng Wen! Cheng Wen! Help, help!"
Lu Chengwen nodded and charged out, grabbing Long Aotian by the wrist.
Long Aotian threw back his head and laughed. "Hahaha! Good brother!"
Lu Chengwen nodded again, then seized his other arm and pinned both arms behind his back. He shouted, "Don't hit him! Don't hit him! I've already got my Senior Disciple Brother under control!"
Huo Wendong got fired up and rushed over to slap Long Aotian hard across the face. "Fuck, you hit me? I'll beat you to death!"
Chen Can also rushed up. Using just the tiny edge of his fingernails on two fingers, he pinched a little strip of flesh beneath Long Aotian's ribs