Chapter 738: Deadpool, Move Out!

Before Lan Shengqiang could recover, Qin Bore's long sword swung again.

The blade edge……straight to his neck.

Lan Shengqiang was scared witless, his survival instinct……instantly drew the sharp dagger at his waist, summoning all his strength……to block Qin Bore's long sword!

Lan Shengqiang tried to block this fatal strike.

Lan Shengqiang madly roared: "I'll fight you to the death!"

But his resistance was futile before Qin Bore.

"Crack!" Another crisp sound.

Qin Bore's long sword, like cutting tofu, easily split the dagger in Lan Shengqiang's hand.

The half‑dagger……shot out with a gust, deeply embedding into the distant wall, leaving only half the hilt gripped in Lan Shengqiang's hand.

Lan Shengqiang froze completely, both hands empty.

Lan Shengqiang's face……was filled with utter shock and bewilderment.

He stared fixedly at Qin Bore's hand……that long sword still glinting cold, unscathed.

Lan Shengqiang's throat……issued a hoarse whisper, his eyes full of disbelief:

"How……how is this possible? What material is this sword made of? Why can it easily cleave even guns and daggers?"

He simply couldn't comprehend how an apparently ordinary long sword could be so hard as to easily cut metal.

Qin Bore's eyes held even more contempt, with no extra words.

She flashed her form, closing in on Lan Shengqiang again.

Qin Bore's long sword thrust precisely, without hesitation, straight into his crotch……viciously piercing through@!

Qin Bore moved so fast only an afterimage remained, giving Lan Shengqiang no chance to react.

"Pfft——!"

A muffled sound of blade entering flesh……rang out clearly!

The long sword……pierced Lan Shengqiang's crotch without hindrance.

Lan Shengqiang's crotch spurted blood instantly, staining his clothes and the ground, the pungent smell of blood spreading again.

"Ugh——!!!"

Lan Shengqiang's heart‑rending wail!

His wail instantly echoed throughout New Union Square.

Lan Shengqiang's body convulsed violently, his features twisted into a mass, his face……filled with extreme pain and ferocity.

Lan Shengqiang's body%……uncontrollably flew backward, crashing heavily onto the blood‑stained ground.

He kept rolling and struggling, both hands tightly covering his crotch, blood……madly seeping through his fingers.

Lan Shengqiang's mouth……issued intermittent wails.

At this moment, he no longer had his former arrogance, only deep‑seated pain and despair.

This scene left all the bosses of the New Faction Group present completely frozen.

Everyone's face turned ashen as paper, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

In everyone's eyes……surged extreme shock and fear.

Le Xiao chen, You Kaixuan, Lu Yuanshan and others had grim faces.

They watched Qin Bore's decisive, ruthless demeanor……and Lan Shengqiang's gruesome state……%

A huge surge rose in everyone's hearts, leaving only one thought: This Phoenix God is too terrifying!

Her cruelty and combat power had long surpassed everyone's expectations.

Even the most ruthless bigwigs on the streets had never possessed such overwhelming intimidation.

Not far away, Lin Yuan was also violently shaken by the scene before him.

Lin Yuan's eyes were filled with incredulous astonishment.

Although he had long known Qin Bore was skilled and of noble status,

he had never seen her so ruthless a side.

The long sword pierced Lan Shengqiang's crotch, mercilessly.

This directly castrated Lan Shengqiang!

Just now Lan Shengqiang verbally provoked Qin Bore.

Now Lan Shengqiang paid the price for his words and actions.

His price was, cutting off his lineage!

Qin Bore's coldness and ruthlessness contrasted sharply with her usual occasional playfulness and seemingly pure self—like two different people.

Lin Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, he silently clicked his tongue:

This woman, her methods are too ruthless!

Such ruthlessness, even a seasoned tough on the streets might not match.

Qin Bore slowly withdrew the long sword, blood on the blade dripped down, splashing into the blood pool on the ground, sending up tiny blood droplets.

Her eyes icy, she stared fixedly at Lan Shengqiang writhing and wailing on the ground, without a hint of pity.

Qin Bore moved, intending to step forward and completely end Lan Shengqiang's life.

She gave Lan Shengqiang no chance to catch his breath.

Although Lan Shengqiang was nearly faint from the excruciating pain, he still retained a sliver of survival instinct.

He caught sight of Qin Bore approaching again, scared witless.,

Lan Shengqiang ignored the excruciating pain in his crotch, summoned all his strength, and struggled to rise from the ground!

Lan Shengqiang staggered as he turned, head……plunging into the sea of New Faction thugs nearby.

Lan Shengqiang used the crowd as cover, frantically fleeing toward the depths of the square, only wanting to escape Qin Bore's clutches as quickly as possible.

The on-site New Faction thugs were already numerous, and with Lan Shengqiang deliberately evading and diving into the crowd, he vanished in an instant.

Qin Bore flashed, wanting to chase into the crowd to search.

But the dense crowd, layered upon layered, blocked all her sight.

No matter how Qin Bore scanned, she could not find Lan Shengqiang's trace.

Her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

After all, she still lost the best assassination opportunity.

At that moment, a chaotic footsteps sound came again from the square's outskirts, as more and more New Faction thugs kept pouring into the square.

The already packed crowd became even more congested, endless to the eye.

These subsequently arriving thugs each held weapons, eyes blood-red, roaring as they charged toward Qin Bore and the others.

In an instant, the crowd surrounded Qin Bore and the Divine Phoenix Group's thugs once again.

The situation grew increasingly perilous.

Lin Yun'er saw this, her heart tightened.

She exerted all her strength to wield the long sword, slashing down two New Faction thugs who rushed at her.

Lin Yun'er flashed her figure, quickly rushing to Qin Bore's side.

Lin Yun'er's tone was urgent and anxious, she lowered her voice to advise:

"Miss, we can't keep fighting! Our people are already suffering heavy casualties, we can barely hold on, their numbers keep growing; if we drag this out, we'll all be trapped here—we must retreat immediately!"

Qin Bore shook her head, her beautiful eyes full of determination, with no intention of retreating.

She raised her hand… wiping the blood spots splattered on her cheek.

Qin Bore's tone was icy, yet carried an unquestionable resolve:

"We cannot retreat. Goddess Bar 3 Store is our Divine Phoenix Group's territory, and also our face; today, even if we exert all our strength, we must hold it, absolutely cannot let the New Faction destroy it!"

Before her words even fell, Qin Bore again gripped the long sword, her figure like a ghost charging into the crowd.

Her long sword… as it swung, cold light flickered; each swing could knock down a group of thugs.

But the New Faction's manpower… was simply too many, wave after wave, endless.

Even though Qin Bore's combat power was heaven-defying, she gradually felt strained.

Earlier, the wound on her left arm from a bullet graze reopened in the fierce melee, blood continuously dripping down her arm, staining her sleeve red.

On her arm, intense stabbing pain kept coming, yet it did not affect her movements at all.

Qin Bore's killing intent in her eyes… instead grew even stronger.

Not far away, An Yunxi's situation also grew worse.

She originally carried an unhealed injury; after prolonged fighting, she was already exhausted.

At this moment, An Yunxi's body… added several new wounds.

An Yunxi's wounds varied in depth, blood soaking through her clothes.

An Yunxi's whole face turned pale, her breath weak.

She staggered, wielding her short sword, barely blocking the attacks of the nearby New Faction thugs.

An Yunxi was already seriously injured, could collapse at any moment.

The melee on the square… continued.

Blade lights and sword shadows intertwined, screams and metallic clangs rang incessantly.

The various bosses of the New Faction watched the endless reinforcements arrive, watching Qin Bore and the Divine Phoenix Group's people gradually fall into fatigue and heavy casualties.

The New Faction bosses originally thought victory was in their grasp.

But no matter how they gave orders, how they had their subordinates wave after wave surround…

…they could never completely take down Qin Bore.

Moreover, they could not crush the Divine Phoenix Group's remaining strength.

Le Xiao chen, You Kaisuan, and others exchanged glances, their faces all showing an expression of disbelief.

Le Xiao chen's eyes… were full of defeat and unwillingness.

They had gathered all the New Faction's forces, the alliance joined forces, their numbers far surpassing the Divine Phoenix Group.

Yet even so, they still could not capture a single Qin Bore, nor a single Divine Phoenix Group.

This sense of defeat, like a boulder pressing on their hearts, made them both angry and deeply wary.

Only now did they truly understand that the Divine Phoenix Group's ability to stand in the martial world and make people tremble at its name was no accident.

On the high ground at the edge of the square, a figure clad in a dark long robe, posture upright, stood silently.

Du Jie, was looking down from a high position over the entire melee.

He had been coldly observing from the start of the melee, throughout without intervening or issuing any orders.

Du Jie, merely calmly watched Qin Bore… single-handedly overwhelm the entire field, cut off Bai Guiyuan's arm, cripple Lan Shengqiang, and stubbornly withstand the New Faction Alliance's encirclement.

Looking at the center of the square… blood-soaked yet still imposing Qin Bore.

Du Jie slowly exhaled a turbid breath, a flicker of unhidden surprise flashing in his eyes.

Du Jie, let out a soft sigh, his tone carrying a hint of admiration:

"This woman, truly exceeds my expectations. I thought even if the entire New Faction joined forces, they couldn't capture her but could at least force her into a sorry retreat; I never imagined she could stubbornly hold out until now, her mindset and combat power far surpassing those of her peers in the martial world."

At that moment, a staggering, disheveled figure, clutching a continuously bleeding severed arm, face covered in blood, eyes wild, rushed up to Du Jie.

This person was none other than Bai Guiyuan, who had luckily escaped with his life and was now completely out of options.

Bai Guiyuan utterly disregarded the excruciating pain of his severed arm, and also disregarded the dignity of being a chairman of a conglomerate.

Bai Guiyuan fell to his knees with a "plop," repeatedly kowtowing to Du Jie.

Bai Guiyuan's voice was hoarse and broken, pleading with a sobbing tone.

"Mister Du! Please, Mister Du, take action! Help us eliminate this woman! If we let her arrogance continue, our entire New Faction Alliance will be uprooted! Mister Du, please save us!"

The fortunate survivors who had retreated to the rear, the bosses of the various major New Faction groups, also gathered around.

All the bosses, each with anxious expressions and eyes full of expectation, looked at Du Jie, as if clutching the last straw of salvation.

They all knew that in the entire East China region, only Du Jie and his Shangqing Group had the strength and confidence to completely suppress the unstoppable Qin Bore.

Du Jie lowered his gaze… glanced at the kneeling, pleading Bai Guiyuan.

Du Jie also glanced at the crowd of New Faction bigwigs full of anticipation.

After a moment of silence, Du Jie let out a soft sigh once more.

Du Jie's tone was calm as he slowly said, "Alright, things have come to this; I can only use my trump card. This woman Qin Bore—only I can conquer her." Heh.

Du Jie gazed at Qin Bore amid the distant crowd.

A flicker of intense desire to conquer flashed in Du Jie's eyes.

As his words fell, Du Jie slowly pulled out an encrypted phone from his pocket.

Du Jie's fingertips… pressed a familiar string of numbers.

The moment the call connected, Du Jie, without a word of excess, spoke in a low, cold voice, issuing his order clearly:

"Death Warriors, move out."

Just six short words.

Du Jie's tone was flat and unruffled, yet like a thunderclap it instantly exploded in the ears of every New Faction group boss present.

The people, who had been filled with anxiety and unwilling despair, instantly shuddered all over.

The bosses' faces lost all dejection, replaced by uncontainable excitement and delight.

Each boss's eyes shone, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They knew all too well the weight of those three words, "Death Warriors"!

This was no ordinary thug squad; it was Du Jie's… painstakingly cultivated over ten-plus years, the true core trump card of the Shangqing Group!

Death Warriors.

Every member of the unit… were all fighters who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

All Death Warriors obey only Du Jie's command.

They fear death not, strike to kill, and their combat power far surpasses that of ordinary jianghu thugs.

The Death Warriors are the most terrifying killing force recognized throughout the region!

Around the plaza, a well-equipped, austere unit had already gathered, ready to strike.

This is the Shangqing Group's Death Warriors unit!

Over twenty individuals, all dressed identically in dark martial arts outfits, with stern faces, emanating an aura that kept people at bay.

The Death Warriors' long swords… flashed with a bone‑chilling cold light in the firelight, every inch of blade exuding irresistible deterrence.

These people were far from ordinary thugs; each was a top‑level expert forged through relentless refinement.

Each possessed secret techniques, deeply versed in lightness skill and the essence of martial arts.

They were the "killing techniques" honed by Du Jie over several years of effort.

Without need for extra orders, more than twenty Death Warriors simultaneously drew their long swords.

The sharp sound of blades cleaving the air pierced the eardrums.

More than twenty Death Warriors, their bodies like arrows released from a bow, shot straight into the chaotic crowd.

Their bodies were agile as civet cats, wind at their feet; with superb lightness skill, they could launch into the air with just a tap of the toes.

A drop of several meters was to them nothing but an instant.

More than twenty Death Warriors all leapt into the air!

This is lightness skill from ancient martial arts!

These twenty Death Warriors are all masters of ancient martial arts!

In the span of twenty rising and falling silhouettes, they had already threaded through layers of the crowd, heading straight for where Qin Bore was.