Chapter 128: Want to Kill Me? Here

The door suddenly opened, and a few Iron Fist Gang members jumped in fright.

Seeing Jiang Cheng walk out of the room, the few of them were even more startled and stepped back a few paces.

They had long known of his deeds; with just the few of them, they were far from a match.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the few, then surveyed the crowd before him, finally fixing his gaze on the two leaders and said slowly, "Didn't you say you'd give me three days to consider? Today is only the second day—what, can't you wait?"

"Three days?"

Lin Feng snorted coldly, "If you wanted to join us, the decision would have been made yesterday; there's no need for three days."

"Fine."

Cao Kun also spoke, "Not to mention three days—give you thirty days, three hundred days, it's still useless."

"That's indeed reasonable."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"?"

Jiang Cheng's words left Cao Kun and the other a bit at a loss.

The kid seemed a little too calm.

Indeed, in his eyes, the two of them were like the worthless Wild Wolf Gang, unaware that the gap between the sides was astonishingly huge!

"Kid, do you know why we came to find you today?" Lin Feng asked.

"For what?"

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly upward.

If he were alone at this moment, the danger coefficient would indeed be very high.

But he knew the opponent's strength, while they were unaware of his; catching them off guard and fleeing wouldn't be hard, and with luck he could even take one of the two.

Now, however, there are still those two inside the house, so the situation is different.

"To kill you."

Lin Feng sneered, "It's not that I never gave you a chance; you failed to seize it. Since that's the case, I can't let you live! I know you think you're capable, but today I'll show you what true strength is!"

"Clap, clap, clap."

Just as he was about to charge forward, applause suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, two masked figures emerged from the room, one after the other.

The masks were gold, with numerous clouds painted on the forehead; from a distance they resembled dawn before the sun rose, golden light already breaking through the clouds and filling the sky.

"?"

The many Iron Fist Gang members who saw this were dumbfounded.

There were still two people inside this house?

And they were wearing masks on their faces?

What does that mean? Showing off?

But Lin Feng and Cao Kun's expressions changed instantly, their legs even trembling slightly.

Ordinary people wouldn't know the meaning of those masks, but as the core strength of the Iron Fist Gang, they knew it all too well.

The two before them came from the Dawn Society, a force that three Martial Arts Halls on this street combined could not match.

"Well said, why stop now?" A laugh from beneath the mask, Hong Cha's voice.

"Mistake, misunderstanding."

Just moments ago, the haughty Lin Feng now sounded like a lapdog, his face full of flattery, "We don't know, Jiang little brother, you're… you're one of yours. Please, please raise your noble hands and let us go."

"Indeed, great heroes, we're newcomers, unable to recognize Tai Shan; we beg you, great heroes, grant us a way out." Cao Kun pleaded repeatedly, his gut turning green with remorse.

Had I known the kid's background, why would I even come? Tired of living impatiently? Hong Cha sighed, looked at Ye Ying behind him, and said, "It's all yours."

Ye Ying nodded, extended her right hand, and on her palm lay more than ten Steel Needles, each about five or six centimeters long, thin at both ends and thicker in the middle.

Including Jiang Cheng, no one knew what she intended; they all stared with wide eyes as the needles floated in mid‑air.

Everyone's mouths dropped open at once.

The next moment.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish…"

Countless whooshing sounds rang out.

The needles zipped through the air, forming an indistinct massive net that enveloped all the Iron Fist Gang members present.

"Pfft!"

A crisp crack sounded as a Steel Needle pierced a Iron Fist Gang member's chest, spouting blood that sprayed several meters away.

The member whose heart was pierced was initially confused; when he realized something was wrong and saw blood gushing from his chest, his face turned horrified, he let out a scream and collapsed.

Even Cao Kun, the First-level Force Warrior, was almost at the same moment pierced in the heart by a Steel Needle; he clutched his heart, looked at the three people not far away, and fell down in extreme resentment.

In the blink of an eye, the Iron Fist Gang members were all dead or gravely wounded.

Jiang Cheng watched the scene, his heart pounding with fear.

Is this the power of a Spiritual Thought Master? Even as a First-level Force Warrior, that Iron Fist Gang member had no room to resist. If it were me, the outcome would likely be no better.

Because he couldn't see the needles' trajectories; they moved too fast, could bend at will, and were unpredictable.

But his heart instantly ignited.

Because he had already obtained the Mental Power Secret Martial Art, becoming a Spiritual Thought Master was only a matter of time.

A moment later, the needles flew back into Ye Ying's hand, and not a drop of blood clung to them.

"You said you wanted to kill that person for revenge? I spared his life and give it to you," Ye Ying's voice sounded, without any emotional fluctuation after killing, as if she had only slain a few dozen ants.

"He's ruthless."

Jiang Cheng silently judged him in his heart, then fixed his gaze on the sole survivor of the Iron Fist Gang, Lin Feng, his eyes igniting with fierce battle intent.

The latter now wore a look of disbelief, reaching out to touch his own chest.

He had thought that, like Cao Kun and the others, he would have to die beneath the Steel Needle, but in the end his companions all fell while he remained perfectly alive.

Is it an illusion?

Or have I already died?

"No need to be surprised; you truly are still alive."

Jiang Cheng drew two Iron Staffs from behind.

"You said you gave me a chance, so now I'll give you a chance as well."

Lin Feng, hearing Jiang Cheng's words, was startled and, excitedly, said, "Y‑you want to let me go?"

"Use your brain and think carefully—do you still have a chance to live today?" Jiang Cheng laughed at the provocation.

Are there really such foolish people?

"Then what do you mean?"

Lin Feng erupted in fury.

A warrior may be killed but must not be disgraced! Had he not been wary of those two standing nearby—any slightest movement on his part would have resulted in instant death—he would have charged forward long ago.

"What does it mean? Simple: you just tried to kill me, right? Come! I give you this chance; today you are certainly doomed, but whether you can take me with you as a sacrifice and avenge your companions—avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your companions, avenge your…."

"Fine!"

Lin Feng's eyes turned blood‑red, already delirious.

He let out a roar, leapt forward in a single arrow‑step to Jiang Cheng's side, and the long blade in his hand traced a curved line, then Chop‑ed fiercely at Jiang Cheng's head!

(End of Chapter)