Fist and Blade Combined, Slashing Du Chong

The uninvited guest, Shen Han, caught both factions in the small courtyard by surprise.

Especially the middle-aged man's appearance—he was outrageously ugly.

"Just passing through."

Shen Han stared at Du Chong. This guy was the one who had wounded Feng Hao with a poisoned arrow; killing people on a whim—he deserved to die!

"A fine 'passing through', indeed."

Du Chong sneered, "Whose path grows on a locust tree? Are you tired of living?"

Shen Han gripped his Heavy Iron Curved Blade tightly: "Then shall I leave now?"

"Hahaha!" Du Chong laughed wildly, "You come and go as you please; what do you take my Black Dragon Gang for?"

"Then what would you have me do?"

"Ask my brothers and you'll find out."

Du Chong gave a light wave of his hand.

A bald martial artist from the Black Dragon Gang hurried forward: "Young Master Du, killing this ugly man will dirty your hands; let your subordinate handle it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he struck.

His long blade slashed out, aiming straight for Shen Han's chest.

Shen Han didn't even move. He could see that the bald martial artist's cultivation was only at the Skin Refining realm; his strength and speed were far inferior to his own. Unhurried, he gripped his Heavy Iron Curved Blade, bent to the side, and met the bald man's attack with an oblique angle.

Sky-Splitting Blade Technique: Oblique Slash!

The over 1,500 jin of fierce power brought by the Flesh Refining Realm was naturally heavy and forceful.

Clang!

Before the bald martial artist could even react, a loud crash rang out, and his long blade snapped in two.

"You..."

The bald martial artist only managed to utter one word before a bloody gash appeared from his left neck to his right abdomen.

Squelch!

The next moment, the bald martial artist's body, much like the long blade, was sliced diagonally in half. Blood and entrails spilled across the ground, leaving the courtyard in a gruesome mess.

"This man is so strong..."

The few members of the Green Garment Gang were astonished.

This scene left the severely wounded Cao Lin stunned as well. He hadn't expected an ugly man to appear at such a critical moment and kill a Black Dragon Gang martial artist with a single strike. A glimmer of hope began to rise in his heart.

"Yo, you've got some skill!"

Du Chong said in a deep voice.

Shen Han didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground: "Young Master Du, do you still want to send people to their deaths?"

"How bold!"

The remaining Black Dragon Gang martial artists raised their weapons, but they dared not rush forward rashly; after all, the bald man's death had been too tragic.

"Which sect are you from?"

Du Chong asked, "Why have I never heard of your name?"

Shen Han ran his finger across his curved blade: "I have already made it perfectly clear. I belong to no sect; I am merely passing through."

"Fine!"

Du Chong huffed, "Since that is the case, I won't hold it against you. You may leave!"

He immediately gestured for him to go.

"Eh, what's that in the tree!"

Suddenly, Du Chong and Shen Han pointed toward the locust tree outside the courtyard wall at almost the exact same time.

At the same time, both of them erupted into action.

Each wanted to take advantage of the other's momentary lapse to land a decisive blow.

"Hehehe, we said the same thing..."

Shen Han's lips curled slowly into a smile, "Young Master Du, your despicable nature reminds me of my own youth."

Du Chong also wore a ferocious grin: "Since we are both despicable, there is nothing left to say. You ugly freak, I don't care who you are, you're leaving your head here tonight!"

With that, he let out a roar and lunged at Shen Han with his long blade, his movements significantly faster and more vicious than the bald martial artist from before.

Shen Han dared not be careless and dodged nimbly to the side.

This man was a Flesh Refining Realm expert; he absolutely could not let his guard down and had to deal with him cautiously!

Du Chong reacted quickly, turning to strike again. Shen Han immediately gathered his strength, firmly gripping his Heavy Iron Curved Blade to clash against Du Chong's long blade.

Clang, clang, clang!

Blade met blade, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the two traded blows back and forth in the small courtyard, locked in an evenly matched struggle.

"You are also in the Flesh Refining Realm?"

Unable to take Shen Han down after a long delay, Du Chong stepped back two paces and gasped for air.

He had assumed that killing this ugly man, Shen Han, would be effortless, yet he never expected this person to be several times stronger than Cao Lin, making it impossible to secure a quick victory.

"And what if I am?"

Shen Han looked only slightly fatigued. "Young Master Du, you are the one who is going to lose your head!"

As he finished speaking, Shen Han's left hand hooked into a massive arc. His internal energy surged through his meridians, and with lightning speed, he slammed a punch toward Du Chong's neck.

Angry Dragon Divine Fist: Scooping the Moon from Water!

This punch combined both power and technique, and the trajectory of the strike completely sealed off Du Chong's path of retreat.

"You know martial arts?"

Du Chong was startled. He was no amateur and recognized the power of this strike, so he hurriedly held his long blade horizontally and pushed out his energy to force a block.

Bang!

The fist struck the flat of the blade like a collision of giant boulders, kicking up a wave of force.

Du Chong teetered, finding it difficult to breathe. "Why is your fist... no, don't!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold light flashed.

Shen Han's right hand swung the Heavy Iron Curved Blade, which descended from the sky with the weight of a thousand catties, slicing straight down.

Splurt!

In the blink of an eye, Du Chong's left arm was severed from his body by the blade, landing on the ground three yards away.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

No one could have imagined that the Black Dragon Gang's Young Master, who had been acting so arrogantly just moments ago, would be beaten into a retreat by this ugly middle-aged man, and that this man would even hack off Du Chong's arm.

"Awoo..."

Du Chong wailed in agony.

The sight was even more miserable than that of Cao Lin earlier.

"Young... Young Master..."

The warriors of the Black Dragon Gang were terrified, but in their panic, not a single one dared to step forward to help.

"Du Chong, did you ever think this day would come?"

Shen Han stepped forward, crushing the severed arm into a pulp under his foot, and spoke coldly.

Blood gushed from Du Chong's wound, and he cried out in terror, "I have no grudge against you, why would you..."

"Is that so?"

Shen Han thought of Feng Hao.

Du Chong had slaughtered the innocent and shot Feng Hao with an arrow; if not for his own perfected medical skills, Feng Hao would be a corpse by now. Du Chong deserved to die!

"Hero, well done!"

The bound Cao Lin was invigorated. His own right arm only had broken tendons and bones and could still be used with some recovery, but Du Chong's left arm was completely gone. Even if he survived, he would be a one-armed man, and he felt a surge of joy.

"Oh? Young Master Cao, do you have a grudge against him?"

Shen Han turned to Cao Lin and sliced through his bindings with his blade.

The Black Dragon Gang warriors dared not intervene.

Once freed, Cao Lin hurriedly said, "My Green Garment Gang has always been at odds with his Black Dragon Gang. Since you saved me today, my Green Garment Gang will surely reward you handsomely."

"No, there is no need to thank me. I did this for myself."

Shen Han shook his head, his Heavy Iron Curved Blade shimmering with an eerie light in the night.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

Seeing him approach again, Du Chong begged for mercy repeatedly.

Because Shen Han had already raised his curved blade.

"Hero, this man is the Young Master of the Black Dragon Gang. Keeping him alive would be more beneficial!"

Cao Lin stood up and said.

In his heart, he desperately hoped this ugly man would not kill Du Chong. As long as Du Chong lived, he could take him back to the Green Garment Gang as a prisoner, which would undoubtedly be a massive blow to the Black Dragon Gang.

"Shut up!"

Shen Han glared at Cao Lin.

Cao Lin trembled, nearly collapsing, and only managed to stand steady with the support of his Green Garment Gang warriors.

"Du Chong, you have no right to live!"

Shen Han sneered and made his move, the hundred-catty Heavy Iron Curved Blade sweeping across horizontally.

Sshhh!

A head fell to the ground, the eyes still filled with unprecedented terror.

The Young Master of the Black Dragon Gang, Du Chong, was dead.