"Kill him! Kill the bastard! Take back my arm!" Jackals clutched his severed arm tightly, his voice shrill and vicious.
At a time like this, he couldn't let the momentum break. Wang Xuan knew that. Ignoring the fact that the thugs behind him had yet to catch up, he charged forward like a madman, gripping his blade with both hands as he shouted, "Jackals, run your mom!!"
The opposing boss had already been hacked down and driven away. Wang Xuan simply refused to believe that his underlings still had a hundred percent of their courage left to fight to the death.
But reality was often completely different from what one expected.
Perhaps those standing in front were Jackals' trusted men—the toughest bunch of them all. At any rate, when he charged within range, two machetes came chopping down at his head.
Accelerating with a small leap, Wang Xuan dodged the machete coming from the left and poured all his strength into chopping down at the other man.
The blade flashed through the air with a sharp whoosh. In the blink of an eye, it struck the incoming machete.
"Clang!"
The machete flew from the man's hand. Riding the momentum, the Japanese War Blade slashed open a wound more than twenty centimeters long across his chest. Blood instantly sprayed out.
"I'm dying! I'm dying! Help me!" The man staggered backward, crying out repeatedly.
Wang Xuan didn't spare him even a glance. With the same momentum, he swung the Japanese War Blade diagonally to the left. With a wet chop, it struck the other man in the ribs. Amid a scream, the man dropped his blade, clutched his wound, turned, and ran.
Only after cutting down two men in an instant did Wang Xuan have time to look up for Jackals. But by then, Jackals had already fled into the crowd.
A quick glance showed more than a dozen people between them. There was no way he could catch up. Wang Xuan shouted and hacked at the people blocking his path.
After dodging Wang Xuan's threat, Jackals finally turned to look back. Seeing that the madman had been completely blocked, he immediately shouted through gritted teeth, "Whoever kills that bastard for me, I'll promote him to be the boss of an entire street!"
As the saying went, there were always brave men under a heavy reward. That was an eternal truth, in ancient times and today alike!
Jackals' shout immediately roused the crowd's morale. Everyone who heard him shot Wang Xuan vicious looks.
"Everyone, get him! Kill him!"
In an instant, Wang Xuan felt his scalp prickle and his entire body turn cold. He wasn't some battle-hardened warrior. Even if he had prepared beforehand, a mob like this could turn him into a bloody mess with one slash each.
Run!?
It wasn't that he hadn't considered it. But his mission was here. What did a 49er rely on to make a name for himself? Acting like a lapdog?
Impossible. He wasn't going to be a eunuch. He was going to be Young and Dangerous!
Either he killed until they were afraid, or he died!
So go to hell!
Wang Xuan hardened his heart and suddenly sprang forward. The over-meter-long Japanese War Blade swept out in a wide horizontal arc!
"Go to hell! I'll kill you all first!"
There were too many people now. He would cut down as many as he could. He had no experience and no technique. All Wang Xuan had was that reckless, foolhardy northern vigor!
He couldn't back down now. He just had to fight!
Compared with the machetes in Jackals' men's hands, Wang Xuan's Japanese War Blade was a proper heavy weapon, giving him a huge advantage. A single sweep could strike a whole swath of people. As he swung it wildly, the flashing blade looked frighteningly intimidating.
Getting hit by something that massive would at least result in a serious injury. If one was unlucky, one might even lose one's life. Facing Wang Xuan as he advanced step by step, the seven or eight of Jackals' men in front could only retreat again and again, completely unwilling to approach.
But they could defend against the front, not the back.
When he let his guard down, a fierce gust sounded behind his head.
"Riiip!"
The leather jacket on Wang Xuan's back was slashed open. Even the bandage-wrapped Dragon Tiger Leopard failed to block it. He only felt a chill across his back, followed immediately by a wave of pain.
He was wounded!
He had no time to worry about the enemies in front. He abruptly twisted around and saw the little thug raising his blade again, preparing to chop down. Wang Xuan roared, "Ah!"
Power flowed from his waist through his arm. A blade flash like a bolt of lightning swept across, and the arm holding the little thug's weapon flew away.
"My hand! My hand! Aaaah!" The little thug clutched his severed arm and staggered backward, howling.
Before Wang Xuan could give chase, his back turned cold again. He staggered two steps forward, only to take another slash across the back.
The flashing blade stopped. Thugs from every direction immediately surged toward him.
Wang Xuan had charged too fiercely and pursued too deeply, leaving Baki's men behind. At this moment, he was completely isolated and helpless!
Gritting his teeth and hardening his heart, he ignored the pain spreading through his upper body.
Turn!
Step!
Slash!!
The Japanese War Blade came crashing down onto the shoulder of the little thug who had dared to wound him. A cracking sound rang out!
"Ah!"
"Riiip!"
Amid the little thug's scream, Wang Xuan took another slash across the back!
"Fuck you!" Wang Xuan cursed furiously, gripping the hilt with both hands. He kicked the underling hard in the stomach, using the force to wrench the Japanese War Blade free!
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..." Wang Xuan went mad, focusing only on the man in front of him and hacking after him, completely ignoring everyone else around him.
At this moment, he no longer had any notion of avoiding fatal injuries. After taking three slashes in succession, his life was under tremendous threat. Combined with the stimulation of pain, Wang Xuan's eyes instantly turned blood red!
What about injuring people?
What about going to prison?
Fuck all that!
He crazily swung the Japanese War Blade and slashed diagonally at the neck of the man opposite him, shouting, "Die!"
The thug retreated in terror and raised an arm to block. Blood sprayed as the arm was severed cleanly at the elbow and flew away.
A blade came chopping down from the left. There was no time to dodge, and he didn't possess the agility to do so anyway, so he could only brace against it with his left arm.
Fortunately, the machete was mediocre in quality. Even ten or eight blows might not kill someone. Besides, his left arm had long been wrapped in homemade protective gear, so the strike barely affected him.
The blade had clearly struck him. Why did the madman wielding the Japanese War Blade show no reaction at all? This underling of Jackals stared blankly at Wang Xuan's blood-red eyes, completely at a loss.
"Fuck you!"
Wang Xuan had no time to wait for him to recover. He thrust the Japanese War Blade in his right hand viciously into the thug's abdomen.
"Splurt!"
"Splurt!"
The little thug's face twisted. He staggered two steps backward, both hands frantically clutching the wound in his abdomen!
As the blood flowed, the strength seemed to drain from his entire body. His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. After his body convulsed violently several times, it stopped moving!
Wang Xuan pulled out the blade and unconsciously followed through with a backward slash, striking a thug behind him in the waist. A scream rang out.
At that moment, he seemed to have entered a strange state. His body moved entirely on instinct. He sidestepped to evade an incoming machete, raised his blade, and knocked away two machetes. He kicked one thug flying, only for another searing pain to flare across his back.
In the end, two fists could not defeat four hands.
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