"Kill!"
"Take down those Goldfish Gang scum!"
"Kill those Twelve Linked Forts water bandits!"
The two groups crashed into each other and began a brutal slaughter.
This was no longer the petty skirmishing from before, but a true clash of blades and blood.
Before long, living men fell one after another, losing their lives...
Chu Tianhe gripped his saber tightly, his eyes fixed dead on Duan Lang.
As long as I hold out until the chief sends reinforcements, I'll surely make it big! I'm going to climb higher and become a man above men!
The ones who had come were from the Goldfish Gang. He had neither the thought nor the possibility of compromise, and had resolved to fight to the death!
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw that Fang Yu and the fishermen had long since fled without a trace. This made him even more furious. "Those fence-sitters—I've been far too good to them!"
"Kill! Kill them for me!"
"Kill one dead fish, and you'll be rewarded ten taels of silver afterward!"
Chu Tianhe shouted out all his hesitation and fear through curses and roars, while his saber flew like lightning!
Puff! Puff!
Two Goldfish Gang members rushing at him had their throats slit at once. Clutching their necks, they collapsed.
The martial art he practiced was called the Cloak Saber Art!
When Old Lame Leg had taught him, he had once said, "Even a master of hidden force, even a transforming force grandmaster... if a blade pierces a vital spot, they'll still die! That's why training with weapons gives you an advantage over training fists and kicks!"
Chu Tianhe had already been rather old when he began practicing martial arts, so he had focused wholly on saber techniques. This was true skill honed through