A Sweeping Victory, an Unmatched Heroic Bearing

Elsewhere.

A little past noon, the Fourth Chief, Niu Liang, returned to the stronghold in a murderous rage.

His body was covered in wounds.

Over the past few days, Niu Liang had clashed with the Blackwater Gang several times. Not only had he gained no advantage, he had even lost several capable men.

Yet he had no one else to blame.

He knew full well that the Blackwater Gang excelled at fighting on water and from boats. Blinded by rage, he had still led his brothers straight at them.

Using his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength.

The outcome was easy to imagine.

"Damn it, those bastard turtle sons, those water rats—they're too damn underhanded!"

"They only know how to hide in the water! If they've got the guts, come ashore and fight! Let Grandpa's great saber chop their heads right off!"

Though Niu Liang was a brute, he knew fear as well. After suffering several crushing losses, and nearly losing his life once, he no longer dared enter the water.

But he could not lose face.

So he had challenged the Blackwater Gang from the mountains, demanding that they come up and fight. The situation had devolved into both sides hurling insults, while neither could do anything to the other.

Niu Liang returned to the stronghold with his belly full of rage and nowhere to vent it. In his frustration, he did not forget to visit his third brother.

"Cough, cough—"

Peng Fox coughed lightly a few times, regained consciousness, and happened to wake up.

That he had managed to keep his life was truly thanks to his quick wits. The moment he realized he had been poisoned, he immediately used Blood Solidification and Aperture Closure to stop the poison from spreading.

Only after taking an antidote pill