Chapter 9

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It was nearly midnight, the moon was clear and serene, and the lights on Wuli Street had long been extinguished, leaving the street empty and desolate.

"Brother Feng Yuan, I'll take you to a fun place for a drink." Wang Tiegeng, leading a group of people out of the base, winked and smiled with a look that said, "Men understand each other," aiming to draw closer to Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan's face was expressionless, and he slowly glanced at Wang Tiegeng, seeming to have lost all hope, which startled Wang Tiegeng.

"Lin Xiao, what did you do to Brother Feng Yuan?" Wang Tiegeng asked angrily.

"Does not giving him a bun count?" Lin Xiao answered seriously after a moment of contemplation.

"Buns, you..." Wang Tiegeng was instantly speechless, his face contorted as if he were constipated, pointing at Lin Xiao but unable to say anything.

He knew that sometimes Lin Xiao spoke differently from others, but when it didn't concern him, he didn't feel much. Now, being choked, he lost all interest in going to a fun place.

"Let's go back." With a stern face, Wang Tiegeng shouted angrily, his voice carrying far in the quiet night.

"I'm here to send you on your way, hurry up." A voice suddenly rang out, filled with mockery and arrogance.

"Who?" Wang Tiegeng and the others were startled. Who said that?

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and through the moonlight, he saw black-clad figures rushing out to block both ends of the street.

"White Cloud dogs, I, Fei Mou, am here to send you on your way with my blade." The arrogant and mocking voice rang out again. Under the clear moonlight, Lin Xiao saw a young man in his twenties, carrying a long sword on his shoulder, with narrow eyes and a slight smile, tilting his head in a wild manner. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his sword, and a scene from a few months ago flashed through his mind.

"Fei Tou, give some dogs to the brothers." A deep voice sounded from the right, filled with mockery. Lin Xiao quickly turned to see a burly man with a rough face, holding a black iron staff as tall as a person and as thick as a forearm.

Beside this burly man stood another middle-aged man with a gaunt face and a thin build, his hands empty and his eyes dark.

"Wild Blade Fei Sheng."

"Zhou Tepan."

"Wang Liushui."

"Three minor leaders of the Black Earth Gang." Lin Xiao's heart sank, a sense of foreboding lingering in his mind.

Wang Tiegeng let out a cry of alarm, his face turning ashen. The White Cloud Gang members were even more shaken, some trembling uncontrollably.

"It's that wild man Fei Sheng." Zhou Xiwen cried out in alarm, his voice trembling.

"Who is Fei Sheng?" Feng Yuan asked with a frown, annoyed that someone dared to call himself

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Wild Blade.

"Fei Sheng... Fei Sheng is the most powerful minor leader of the Black Earth Gang. A few months ago, he single-handedly killed two minor leaders and over thirty members of our White Cloud Gang with his blade." Wang Daqiang was shivering all over.

"It's over, it's over." Wang Erqiang's face was full of despair, and the other members were all shocked, a deep sense of fear welling up inside them.

"What cultivation level is Fei Sheng?" Feng Yuan frowned, disappointed by the members' reactions, but no one answered him. He turned to Lin Xiao, who shook his head lightly, not because he didn't want to answer, but because he didn't know.

"Fei Sheng, what does your Black Earth Gang mean by this?" Wang Tiegeng watched as Fei Sheng approached step by step, trying to stay calm and asked in a deep voice, "Are you planning to start a gang war?"

"Gang war..." Fei Sheng suddenly grinned wildly, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, his narrow eyes full of disdain. "Do you, a bunch of mud chickens and clay dogs, even deserve it?"

The Black Earth Gang members laughed mockingly.

However, Wang Tiegeng and the others did not get angry; instead, their faces turned ashen and they were filled with fear. The reputation of a person is like the shadow of a tree; they had all participated in the gang war a few months ago and knew how terrifying the man with the long sword on his shoulder was.

"Fei Mou gives you three chances." Fei Sheng suddenly laughed wildly, his narrow and cold eyes slowly scanning the crowd, like a blade cutting through their faces. "If any of you can block Fei Mou's blade, I'll spare your lives tonight. How about it? You have three chances, and if you succeed once, it counts. So... who wants to try?"

Most of the White Cloud Gang members lowered their heads, not daring to meet Fei Sheng's gaze, which was as sharp as a blade, as if it could cut through their eyes.

Only two people met Fei Sheng's gaze without hesitation: Feng Yuan and Lin Xiao.

"I've lived for twenty years and have never met such a presumptuous man." Feng Yuan coldly snorted, taking a step forward. "Let me see if your blade is as wild as your mouth."

"Brother Feng Yuan, you can't." Wang Tiegeng quickly grabbed Feng Yuan, his face full of fear.

"What is his cultivation level?" Feng Yuan asked, staring at Wang Tiegeng.

"Fei Sheng has a minor success in external forging, but a few months ago, he killed a minor leader of our White Cloud Gang with the same cultivation level." Wang Tiegeng whispered, and Lin Xiao, who heard this, immediately understood.

"Minor success in external forging." Feng Yuan laughed coldly, looking at Fei Sheng again. "I also have a minor success in external forging, so I'm not at a disadvantage in cultivation, but I don't know if my blade can withstand yours."

"Ha ha ha ha." Fei Sheng was initially stunned, then burst into wild laughter. His body suddenly stretched, and the long sword on his shoulder was raised high. He took a step forward, like a fierce tiger leaping over a mountain, and slashed the air with a powerful strike.

The blade glowed brightly under the moonlight, blindingly so.

Feng Yuan's expression suddenly changed, feeling a terrifying aura pressing down on him. The blade was so wild and violent,

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He met the blade with his own, and the moment the blades collided, it was as if a thunderclap sounded in their ears, making their eardrums ache and their heads spin.

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on Fei Sheng's blade, analyzing its trajectory, speed, and force, silently speculating how he would handle it if it were him.

"Ha ha ha ha, come again." Fei Sheng laughed even more wildly, swinging his arms and slashing again, his speed making Feng Yuan's expression serious.

Third strike!

Fourth strike!

Fifth strike!

Fei Sheng's strikes were one after another, each more violent than the last. The blade's brilliance reflected in Lin Xiao's clear and bright eyes, and each strike was blocked by Feng Yuan, producing an incredibly sharp and piercing sound that made everyone's hearts tremble and their heads ache, as if an invisible blade had pierced their foreheads.

Ninth strike, a loud noise, and Feng Yuan's blade flew out of his hand, and he himself was knocked back and fell to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha, not bad, you actually managed to block Fei Mou's nine strikes, much better than the last waste." Fei Sheng pointed his long sword at the fallen Feng Yuan, laughing wildly.

"Fei Tou is indeed powerful."

"The name Wild Blade is well-deserved."

"These White Cloud dogs are not even enough for Fei Tou to kill with one strike."

"Even with a minor success in external forging, they are still waste under Fei Tou's blade."

"Fei Tou's strength can even challenge a major success in external forging."

The Black Earth Gang members praised him.

Lin Xiao, however, noticed the White Cloud Gang members' terrified and anxious expressions, their bodies hunched, wishing they could dig a hole to hide in, the deeper the better. He couldn't help but feel solemn, for Fei Sheng's strength was indeed terrifying, but after some speculation... it seemed he could handle it.

"You... still have two more chances." Fei Sheng's white teeth gleamed like a blade, his narrow and sharp eyes exuding a fierce aura. "Wang Tiegeng, as a minor leader, shouldn't you step forward?"

Wang Tiegeng's body involuntarily trembled, his face full of fear. He had personally witnessed Fei Sheng's brutal killings, and now even Feng Yuan, who had the same cultivation level and came from the main gang, was not a match for him, falling after nine strikes. If he were to step forward, he would likely be killed in one strike.

"I... I..." The eyes of the others fell on Wang Tiegeng, some filled with mockery and others with hope, hoping for a miracle: "I... I... I surrender..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wang Tiegeng's body seemed to hunch, soft and limp as if his spine had been removed. The White Cloud Gang members, who had hoped for a miracle, also seemed to lose their spirit, their faces gray and dispirited.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Seeing this, Fei Sheng laughed wildly again, and the Black Earth Gang members joined in, their laughter like a wave sweeping over the moonlit night.

The figure with the long sword on his shoulder seemed towering and majestic, looking down on all.