Iron Fist's Assassination

At this moment, after hearing those words, Iron Fist saw the faint mockery on Bai Ze's face and the killing intent in his eyes. He could not help but clench his fists.

Clearly, he already understood that the other party had come for him.

Moreover, Bai Ze was extremely familiar with the Black Tiger Gang's current internal situation. The only one who could have sent the Deputy Hall Master of Leopard Hall was likely Black Panther, the Hall Master of Leopard Hall.

If that was the case, then the other side was clearly preparing to make a move against the Old Gang Leader during this period.

But the more it was so, the more he had to bring this medicine back.

Iron Fist stared coldly at Bai Ze and said in a deep voice, "Must it come to this?"

"It must."

"Fine, then go die!"

With that, Iron Fist shot into the air and charged straight at Bai Ze.

Since the other party had already come, even using the Old Gang Leader's orders as a threat would be useless against him.

In that case, there was only one option: fight.

Iron Fist was fast, but Bai Ze was even faster.

The instant he leaped up, the longsword in his hand was already thrusting toward Iron Fist's throat.

Yet unexpectedly, Iron Fist forcefully blocked it with his pair of iron fists.

Noticing this, Bai Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him expressionlessly. "You're actually at Late Viscera Refining. But you'll still die."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Although Bai Ze had not expected him to have hidden himself so deeply, it seemed he had long been guarding against the others.

Or perhaps Iron Fist himself was a hidden card the Old Gang Leader had left behind after learning that the other Hall Masters harbored thoughts of betrayal.

If Bai Ze had been at Early Viscera Refining, this might have been a bloody battle. But now, the two were merely separated by a minor realm.

Iron Fist immediately went all out, intending to suppress Bai Ze by force.

A fierce gust from his fists rushed head-on, like twin dragons emerging from the sea.

Ferocious! Swift! Tyrannical! It radiated an unstoppable momentum.

Facing such savage fists, Bai Ze's footwork grew lighter. He calmly sidestepped and evaded.

At the same time, he bent his body slightly, using the longsword in his hand to redirect the force between them. Then he slashed horizontally, forcing Iron Fist's originally ferocious attack to retreat half a step.

Seeing that his first sword strike had failed, Bai Ze immediately followed with another.

This time, it was Bai Ze launching a fierce assault. His longsword swept toward Iron Fist like a Hurricane and Rainstorm.

Though Iron Fist had cultivated the Black Tiger Fist to near Great Accomplishment and smashed countless heads apart, he still had to face the dense shadows of sword light with caution.

Clang, clang, clang...

A dense string of collisions rang out, leaving Iron Fist feeling utterly stifled.

His pair of iron fists might have been invincible, but his body was not made of iron!

Although he now knew that Bai Ze was only at mid-stage Viscera Refining, he had not expected his swordsmanship to be so formidable.

More importantly, Bai Ze's swordsmanship was ever-changing. One moment it was a gentle breeze, the next a Hurricane and Rainstorm. Every sword was dangerous and strange; there was only killing, no defense.

If this continued, he would eventually be unable to hold on.

At that moment, Iron Fist suddenly roared and unleashed the strongest move of the Black Tiger Fist—Black Tiger Heart Pluck. He tore through layers of sword shadows and lunged straight at Bai Ze.

"Aah!!!"

"Black Tiger Heart Pluck, die!"

Bai Ze also saw through his intention, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.

If Iron Fist wanted to trade injury for injury, he could only say that the man was thinking too highly of himself.

Bai Ze bent his knees slightly. With perfected Lightning Step, he instantly erupted with twice his original speed, flashing past in an instant as the longsword in his hand drove straight forward.

At that moment, Iron Fist's pupils contracted sharply as he felt a chill in his abdomen.

Bai Ze's gaze was cold. After severely wounding Iron Fist with that strike, he showed no mercy and swiftly closed in again.

With the Sword Drawing Technique at the Profound Realm, the longsword in his hand shot forward.

At tremendous speed, it passed directly through Iron Fist's fists and pierced his throat.

"You..."

Just as he tried to say something else, Bai Ze had already withdrawn his sword, and blood began gushing out without cease.

With unwillingness in his eyes, he ended his life.

Bai Ze sheathed his sword and looked expressionlessly at the man as he muttered, "You're about to die anyway. Save whatever you have to say for the underworld!"

"Now that I've killed Iron Fist, even if Black Panther says nothing when I return, the Old Gang Leader will notice sooner or later."

"Looks like I need to speed things up. If necessary, I can only force Black Panther's hand."

After all, if the Old Gang Leader learned of this matter, he would definitely make a move against him.

Although the other party was already injured, Bai Ze did not believe he was a match for him.

Thus, he could only make Black Panther strike at the Old Gang Leader as soon as possible. By then, it would not matter even if things were exposed.

Bai Ze flicked his longsword and picked up the bundle from Iron Fist's body. Then he mounted his swift horse and headed straight for Changqing County.

However, compared with before, his pace on the road was much slower.

After examining the bundle, he found some precious medicinal herbs for treating injuries. These were likely what the Old Gang Leader needed.

Besides that, there were various odds and ends. The most valuable items were seven Viscera Forging Pills.

Even with Bai Ze's current position, he could only receive one pill every half year. Ordinarily, Viscera Refining Realm martial artists were fortunate enough to use Viscera Forging Powder, showing just how precious these pills were.

These had likely been prepared by the Old Gang Leader to help Iron Fist reach Perfected Viscera Refining as quickly as possible, so that he could keep the other Hall Masters in check.

Unfortunately, all of it now benefited Bai Ze.

As for a Black Tiger Fist manual, he did not find one. Otherwise, he would have gained another martial skill.

A few hours later,

Bai Ze had returned to Leopard Hall's headquarters in Changqing County, intending to hand over the bundle he had obtained from Iron Fist.

After all, sometimes this was a matter of attitude.

Naturally, he had already put away the valuable Viscera Forging Pills.

After entering the headquarters and meeting Black Panther, he placed the bundle on the table.

He said, "Brother Leopard, Iron Fist will not be returning alive. This is the bundle he had on him."

"Good!"

Black Panther shouted in approval, deeply satisfied.

Not only had Bai Ze successfully completed the task he had assigned, but he had also seen his attitude.

After casually glancing through the contents of the bundle, he took out the medicinal herbs for treating injuries and said with a smile, "Not bad. This is it."

"That old bastard still wants to heal his injuries? Dream on."

"As for the rest, consider them your reward for this mission. Work hard. I won't treat you unfairly."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Leopard."

"Leave."

After Bai Ze thanked him respectfully, he took the remaining items and left the headquarters.

Black Panther did not care at all about the several thousand taels of silver in the bundle. As long as he could take control of the Black Tiger Gang, wouldn't however much silver he wanted be his?