Outside Dongwu City, about four or five kilometers away, two groups of people were locked in a fierce battle.
"You goddamn traitors! How dare you plunder the gang’s treasury during this crisis! Go die!" A stout, weasel-faced man and his underlings had surrounded a small group and were closing in for the kill.
After a brutal fight, only one person from the surrounded group was left alive. All the others had been hacked to death.
"Old Liu... For the sake of our many years of friendship, please, spare me!" The last surviving traitor pleaded with the stout, weasel-faced leader, looking at the murderous expressions on the faces of his former comrades surrounding him.
"Old Li, since you chose to betray the gang, you should have expected this outcome.
Old Chen and Old Wang have already gone on ahead. You might as well join them!"
Before his voice had even faded, a point of purple light suddenly flared at the fingertips of the stout, weasel-faced man known as Old Liu.
The traitor, Old Li, had wanted to say more, but when he saw the purple light on the other man’s hand, he immediately shut his mouth. He quickly raised his arms and crossed them over his chest to protect his vitals.
The next moment, the purple light flashed and struck the traitor Old Li’s arm.
In that instant, the traitor Old Li felt as if he had been hit head-on by an overloaded, speeding horse-drawn carriage.
A piercing pain shot through his arm, and his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.
"BAM!!!"
Helpless to resist, the traitor Old Li slammed into a thick tree trunk. The entire lush, sturdy tree shook violently from the impact, sending leaves showering down.
"Ptoo..."
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he couldn’t help but spit out a large mouthful of blood. For a moment, his head swam and his vision blurred. There wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t ache, and it felt as if his internal organs had been rearranged.
If he hadn’t spent years tempering his body with Spiritual Energy, increasing its strength and raising his tolerance for pain far beyond that of a normal person, he would have likely fainted on the spot from that blow.
"Liu Qizhi, you fucking son of a bitch! I saved your life back in the day!
Now I’m begging you to spare me, and you won’t even consider it? If I’d known it would come to this, I never would have saved you!"
The traitor Old Li, severely wounded by a single blow from his former friend’s Superpower, knew he had no chance of survival and began to curse furiously.
The weasel-faced Liu Qizhi looked at Old Li’s miserable state, walked toward him with a blank expression, and said in a cold voice,
"Don’t give me that fucking crap. You saved my life back then, but over all these years, I’ve long since repaid that debt."
With that, he ignored the man’s curses, rushed forward, and severed the traitor Old Li’s head with the Spiritual Cleaver in his hand.
Blood gushed from the wound, pooling on the ground. The traitor Old Li’s terrified expression was frozen on his face in death, his eyes wide as he stared at Liu Qizhi, the man who had ended his life.
"Bag the heads of Old Li, Old Wang, and Old Chen. Bury the rest of the bodies here."
Liu Qizhi ordered his underlings, the Spiritual Cleaver in his hand still dripping with blood.
"Yes, Boss."
While his underlings were digging a pit to bury the bodies, Liu Qizhi went to the carriage.
He lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the boxes filling the compartment, a glint in his eyes.
’Forget it. I should still take this money back. Since Mr. Fang said that the Red Blood Gang can survive this crisis as long as we recover the money, then it must be true...’
Liu Qizhi, who still wanted the Red Blood Gang to carry on, suppressed the thought of pocketing the money. He then lowered the carriage curtain and turned to look at his underlings, who were busy digging the pit and burying the bodies.
After the group had buried all the bodies, they returned to Dongwu City with the carriage full of money.
Of course, on the carriage now, aside from the boxes of money, were the heads of the three traitors.
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「Blue Star, deep in the wilderness outside Rongcheng.」
"ROAR..."
The giant Wild Boar Beast, covered in burns and blade wounds, let out desperate, pain-filled roars.
The giant Wild Boar Beast was already in bad shape before this fierce battle. Soon after the fight began, it lost the upper hand and was being beaten one-sidedly by its hated enemy.
"SHLICK."
A nimble figure easily dodged the giant Wild Boar Beast’s attack.
The Spiritual Longsword, glowing with a faint golden Spiritual Light, shot out with lightning speed, carving a deep gash into the giant Wild Boar Beast’s neck.
"ROAR..." The giant Wild Boar Beast, its neck severely wounded, let out a pained cry and swung its head, trying to attack its enemy.
The nimble figure had already pulled back. Watching the blood gush continuously from the wound on the giant Wild Boar Beast’s neck, he muttered to himself,
’The Life Force of a Peak Tier Two Mutant Beast is really tenacious. I’ve inflicted so many wounds on its vitals, yet it’s still standing.’
Just as Lin Li finished his thought, the heavily wounded giant Wild Boar Beast’s body began to sway. It stumbled, and its body tilted to the right.
"THUD."
The giant Wild Boar Beast, the size of a full-grown elephant, crashed to the ground with a dull thud, kicking up grass and dust everywhere.
"ROAR..."
The extremely weak giant Wild Boar Beast was a far cry from its previous majestic appearance, a faint roar escaping its mouth.