Poisoned Fox, Framing the Blackwater Gang

Peng Fox was forced back three steps in a row. On the fourth, he stomped down hard, his foot landing against a protruding rock. Only then did he halt his retreat.

The two stood locked in opposition, neither willing to yield. Peng Fox rallied his spirits and charged in again for a head-on clash.

His qi condensed like steel, as though it had been hammered hundreds and thousands of times, refined to an extreme. A black gleam flickered along the edges of his palms.

At this moment, it was purely a contest of inner qi. Neither could easily extricate himself.

When martial artists fought to the death, momentum was of utmost importance. At certain crucial turning points, whoever took the initiative to retreat and revealed fear was not far from a crushing defeat.

"Boy, who are you!? Where did you come from!?" Peng Fox demanded furiously.

Li Xian threatened, "One Accord Manor! These people are the Madam's tenant farmers. If you dare touch the Madam's property, can you bear the consequences of the losses?"

"One Accord Manor?" Peng Fox froze. Recently, he had heard rumors that Zheng Blood Palm of the Blackwater Gang had fought One Accord Manor and suffered a terrible loss, leaving in a miserable state.

Yet there was no evidence, and Peng Fox had always been suspicious by nature, so he had not believed it. Still, because of this, he had paid a little more attention to that neither-near-nor-far neighbor.

"Stop waving that banner in front of your grandpa."

"I've bullied Black River Village for ages, and I've never seen anyone from your manor come here."

"Hehehe, if your manor really has the ability, then compensate them if you can. What can you do about it? The lives of these lowly peasants are mine for the taking!"