Swift Sword Sumeru

Li Huai's sudden strike immediately threw the Green Bamboo Gang members into a state of disarray.

Most of them were only accustomed to street brawls; how many of them had ever witnessed such a bloody, lethal scene right from the start?

The short sword in Li Huai's hand thrust, parried, slashed, and deflected with ruthless precision, single-handedly suppressing the reinforcements who had rushed over.

"You bunch of trash!"

Seeing this, Dai Chong was so furious he nearly coughed up blood. He never expected his subordinates to be so useless; with so many of them attacking together, they couldn't even stop one person.

"Take this brat down for me!"

There were still four men by Dai Chong's side.

These four were veterans who had followed Dai Chong for years; they had killed and bled in gang wars, and they would not hesitate when it came to fighting.

The four immediately drew their weapons and charged at Su Xin.

Dai Chong's Drum-Beating Gold Hammer was swung with such force that it whistled through the air; a single hit would result in death or severe injury.

Su Xin raised his thin sword to parry, swiftly blocking two incoming long blades.

As Dai Chong's giant hammer came crashing down, Su Xin had no choice but to retreat, kicking a gambling table toward Dai Chong, which was instantly smashed to pieces by the hammer.

Dai Chong's own strength was comparable to a martial artist at the early stage of the Houtian Realm, and with four capable gang members assisting, Su Xin was suddenly stretched thin, barely able to defend himself.

"Brat, you two actually dare to come and assassinate me? You really are tired of living!"

Having dominated the underworld for over a decade, Dai Chong never even slept without his weapons within reach. That two juniors would dare to assassinate him in broad daylight was the height of absurdity.

Su Xin remained expressionless; despite struggling to defend, there wasn't a hint of anxiety on his face.

At this moment, Li Huai had fought his way near Su Xin and tossed the box containing the heavy sword toward him.

"Catch the sword!"

Su Xin leaped into the air, shattered the box with a single strike, gripped the heavy sword, and charged directly at Dai Chong and his men.

The reason Su Xin had been suppressed by Dai Chong earlier was simply because his weapon was inadequate.

The thin sword was sharp but too fragile, and with the four gang members hindering him, he dared not clash head-on with Dai Chong.

The Drum-Beating Gold Hammer weighed over a hundred pounds; a few strikes would likely have destroyed his thin sword.

Now with the heavy sword in hand, Su Xin immediately unleashed the Great Sumeru Sword Style. The sword light resembled a swimming dragon—dense and impenetrable. As Su Xin wielded the heavy blade, it left no gaps whatsoever.

Dai Chong's Drum-Beating Gold Hammer crashed down, only to be deflected by the heavy sword.

The four gang members fared even worse. Lacking internal energy and Dai Chong's innate brute strength, they were far inferior to Su Xin in power and were easily sent flying.

"What kind of devilish sword technique is this?"

Although Dai Chong had not reached the early Houtian stage, he was still a martial artist who had cultivated internal energy, and he could tell at a glance that Su Xin's sword technique was extraordinary.

The Great Sumeru Sword Style was sophisticated yet appeared clumsy; the swordplay was complex yet moved with effortless control. Once it shifted to a defensive stance, even someone stronger than Su Xin would find it difficult to break through, let alone Dai Chong.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing rang out incessantly.

The heavy sword was powerful and weighty; every time it collided with the Drum-Beating Gold Hammer, it did not lose the slightest bit of ground.

Though the four gang members tried to assist, the Great Sumeru Sword Style was like an impenetrable wall; with their level of skill, they didn't even qualify to force Su Xin to dodge.

As the sword and hammer locked, Su Xin's left hand suddenly darted out, thrusting straight toward Dai Chong's dantian.

The handle of the Drum-Beating Gold Hammer dropped, narrowly blocking the strike, and a cold sweat broke out on Dai Chong's forehead.

Fortunately, for convenience, he had lengthened the original seven-inch handle to half the height of a man, which was the only reason he had blocked that strike. Otherwise, that single blow would have pierced his dantian!

"A left-handed sword! What a ruthless left-handed sword!"

Those who dared to use a left-handed sword were always unorthodox, treacherous, and ruthless.

Especially since Su Xin had been using the upright and righteous Great Sumeru Sword Style with his right hand just a moment ago, the sudden appearance of a vicious left-handed strike was impossible to guard against.

"Go and call all my men here! Today, I must keep these two in the Yongle District, dead or alive!" Dai Chong roared at the four gang members.

He now realized how troublesome Su Xin was; if he wasn't careful, he might even lose his own life. Forget about capturing them alive—kill them first!

Once the four men left, Dai Chong immediately adopted a defensive stance.

The Drum-Beating Gold Hammer was heavy and powerful, leaving no opening for Su Xin's left-handed sword to sneak in.

Meanwhile, Li Huai was also trapped in a difficult situation.

Though his skills were decent, he was self-taught and had never cultivated internal energy; his physical strength was far inferior to Su Xin's.

While none of the Green Bamboo Gang members were his match in a one-on-one fight, a dozen of them surrounded Li Huai, neither attacking aggressively nor letting him go to support Su Xin, leaving him helpless for the moment.

Dai Chong sneered, "Brat, put down your sword now and tell me who sent you to kill me, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, once my men arrive, you know the consequences."

"Do you remember the Flying Eagle Gang member your Green Bamboo Gang beat to death yesterday?"

A look of disbelief flashed across Dai Chong's face: "You're from the Flying Eagle Gang? Impossible! The Flying Eagle Gang wouldn't start a full-scale war with my Green Bamboo Gang at a time like this. Besides, your strength is already on par with a chief, but I have never seen you in the Flying Eagle Gang!"

Clang!

Su Xin's left-handed sword suddenly thrust out, but it was still blocked by Dai Chong.

Although his sword was fast, Dai Chong was not slow either.

Moreover, Dai Chong knew that Su Xin's left-handed sword was treacherous and ruthless, so he remained on guard against that move at every moment. Even while speaking just now, his gaze had never left Su Xin's left hand.

"Trying to launch a sneak attack? You are still too green!"

Dai Chong gave a cold, mocking smile, but before his expression could even fade, the heavy sword in Su Xin's right hand had already pierced into his abdomen. Its speed was even three parts faster than the thin sword!

"I never said that the left-handed sword was my specialty," Su Xin said softly.

The sword of Jing Wuming was famous for being fierce, sharp, and sinister. Since he first debuted, he had always used a left-handed sword.

However, in Border Town Blade Sound, Jing Wuming once said that after his left hand was severed, everyone thought he had become a cripple, but those people had all died under his right-handed sword!

Jing Wuming's sword was even stronger in his right hand than his left. For the past month, what Su Xin had been practicing was also the right-handed sword!

Dai Chong's eyes were filled with unwillingness, but the heavy sword had pierced deep into his body, creating a wound as large as a palm. The massive loss of blood had already left him without a shred of strength.

"One last thing to tell you: I really am a member of the Flying Eagle Gang, just here to avenge that gang member who was beaten to death."

With a flick of the thin sword in his left hand, Dai Chong's head was already being held in Su Xin's grasp!

Those Green Bamboo Gang members who had been fighting fiercely with Li Huai suddenly stopped.

Their boss had been killed; what was the point of fighting now?

Without a word, these gang members turned and fled.

Dai Chong was just their boss, not their own father. Since the boss was already dead, why would they bother risking their lives against a vicious man like Su Xin?

Su Xin did not pursue the fleeing crowd, but he suddenly intercepted one person and asked with a smile, "Zhang Hong?"

The man intercepted by Su Xin was none other than Zhang Hong, the one who had beaten his subordinate to death.

When the battle first broke out, this wretch had hidden to the side, intending to launch a sneak attack from the shadows.

But now, seeing that even Dai Chong had been killed by Su Xin, and hearing that Su Xin was here to avenge the murdered gang member, he was scared out of his wits.

"N-no, it wasn't me!" Zhang Hong waved his hands frantically, his face deathly pale.

"Oh, so it wasn't you," Su Xin smiled and waved his hand.

Zhang Hong turned to run as if granted a reprieve, but the next moment, his head was already appearing in Su Xin's hand!

After casually wrapping the two heads in a tablecloth, he saw Li Huai walking over with a complex expression. On his perpetually deadpan face, there was actually a look of hesitation.

"Boss Su, I misjudged you before," Li Huai spat out these words with difficulty.

Li Huai's words were abrupt and lacked context, but Su Xin knew exactly what he meant; he was referring to the remarks made at the entrance of Third Master Hu's residence.

In truth, Su Xin had not taken Li Huai's words to heart. Through the information provided by Huang Bingcheng and his own interactions with Li Huai, he had already figured out what kind of person Li Huai was.

His temper was foul, but he only respected those stronger than himself.

Third Master Hu was stronger than him, so he was content to be a thug under Third Master Hu, seeking no power, only the opportunity for Third Master Hu to let him charge into battle.

Ji Gang was not as strong as him, and even though Ji Gang held the same status, Li Huai had never looked at him with any regard.

The same had been true for Su Xin previously; even though he was a protégé of Third Master Hu and a minor leader in the Flying Eagle Gang, in Li Huai's eyes, he was still nothing special.

Only now, having witnessed Su Xin's strength, did he truly regard him as his boss, and only now did Su Xin have the qualifications for Li Huai to address him as 'Boss Su'.

Su Xin patted his shoulder. "You said it yourself, that was in the past. As long as you aren't misjudging me now, it's fine. Let's go; if we wait any longer for the rest of the Green Bamboo Gang to arrive, we won't be able to leave."

As a major leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, Dai Chong had at least eight hundred men in the Yongle District. Even if the two of them were god-like in their prowess, being surrounded by so many people would mean certain death.

"I hope I haven't misjudged you either. Since following Third Master Hu, I haven't seen blood in a long time." A flame of excitement danced in Li Huai's eyes, as if only swords and blood could pique his interest.

Su Xin walked out of the gambling den carrying the heads. "Don't worry, there will be plenty of such opportunities following me, as long as you can hold your own."

Su Xin was now becoming quite interested in Li Huai himself.

For someone who only cared about swords and slaughter, he truly wondered how such a personality had been formed.

Someone like Li Huai shouldn't be staying in a small gang; joining the army on the front lines would have been much more suitable.

The two of them strolled out leisurely. By the time half a quarter of an hour had passed, the main force of the Green Bamboo Gang finally arrived.

What awaited them, however, were only two headless corpses.