Whoosh!
Iron Bear's punch had crippled Wen Hua's right arm, but Wen Hua felt no pain. His blood was boiling through his body, his eyes bloodshot; he had long since cast life and death aside.
He gripped his saber in his left hand, his feet moving with Clearwind Steps. Seizing the moment Iron Bear dodged the arrows, he shrank low and closed in, slashing at the man's thigh.
"Damn it!" Seeing Wen Hua still daring to attack—and trying to catch him off guard—Iron Bear cursed.
One hand reached for Wen Hua's steel saber. Once he caught it, his other fist would smash Wen Hua's head apart.
It was a good plan. In a one-on-one fight, Wen Hua would surely die.
But just as he seized the steel saber, two long spears thrust toward his chest. The arms of the two lowest-ranking Black Tiger Gang members trembled, fear filling their eyes, yet they did not retreat. Instead, they bravely leveled their spears and stabbed forward.
The punch aimed at Wen Hua's head could no longer be thrown. Iron Bear did not want to be injured, so he withdrew his fist, swept it before him, grabbed the spearheads of both spears, and thrust his force forward.
Pfft!
Pfft!
The shafts of the two spears punched through the chests of the two gang members holding them.
Taking the chance, Wen Hua violently yanked back his steel saber. With a pfft, it cut a bloody gash across Iron Bear's palm.
Though not deep, it had still drawn blood.
Kill!
Kill! Kill!
The deaths of the two gang members did not frighten the others away. Three more rushed forward. Two thrust their spears high, while one closed in low to the ground, slashing his saber at Iron Bear's ankle.
The three worked together with perfect