People witnessed a brutal battle that made their blood boil!
Long Aotian, Lu Chengwen, and Zhao Ritian charged forward one after another, launching what were practically suicidal assaults without pause!
Whenever Jiang Xiaogou knocked one back, a second immediately rushed in; whenever Jiang Xiaogou tried to cripple one, someone would inevitably charge in to rescue him and keep him entangled; whenever Jiang Xiaogou got even a moment to catch his breath, some madman would definitely come straight at him...
Jiang Xiaogou could not finish off any one of them, while the three on the other side were like indestructible cockroaches—tough, fearless of death, fierce, and united!
Even though all three were already covered in wounds, their fighting spirit should have collapsed long ago under normal circumstances!
Facing someone as powerful as Jiang Xiaogou, they should have known they could not win. They should have been afraid. They should have stopped charging...
But they did not.
At first, they had still cracked jokes and traded banter as they charged.
But gradually, all three fell silent.
None of them knew whether they could win, but they shared one conviction: go all in!
Fight until death!
Today, they would see whether the necks of the Jiang Family really could not be cut!
Zhao Ritian had already lost an arm; Long Aotian had a slash across his face that exposed his gums, blood pouring from it as he looked like a vicious ghost; Lu Chengwen was covered in injuries too, the worst being a knife wound in his lower abdomen, with flesh turned outward and blood staining his lower body red...
Jiang Xiaogou's hair was a mess, his moves were a mess, and even his breathing was a mess. A thought of fear actually arose in his mind!
He could not understand it. Why