Chapter 86: Battle Is About to Break Out

Rage!

Cang Luo was utterly enraged upon hearing Zhang Zhen's terms!

He was about to explode!

Not just fifteen beast cores?

But half of all War Wolf Gang's supplies?

What the hell are you talking about?

We spent half a month working hard in the Beast Forest—no real danger, but immense toil—and our total harvest was roughly thirteen hundred low-grade Qi Stones.

According to Wang Fuhai, with this many Qi Stones, if all goes well, he, Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and Cang Feng could all advance to Wu Jiang within half a year.

Advancing to Wu Jiang—how great a temptation is that? Not just personal power, but a boost to the entire War Wolf Gang's combat strength.

A gang with Wu Jiangs and one without are worlds apart.

But Cang Luo didn't use these Qi Stones to elevate the gang's top brass; instead, after giving every War Wolf Gang member five low-grade Qi Stones, he poured the rest into startup funds for the gang's future—opening a barbecue stall.

Now you want to take half?

Cang Luo, seething with fury, head bowed, fists clenched, stood on the brink of explosion, weighing the consequences of killing the bastard.

Lie Tian Gang!

Brother Brother Ouyang Lie...

Behind him, every War Wolf Gang member burned with rage, glaring at Zhang Zhen—but none dared speak up.

Why? Because he was powerful—not just Wu Jiang, but backed by a gang with over a hundred Wu Jiang disciples.

If they angered Lie Tian Gang, everyone knew War Wolf Gang would be finished.

What do we do?

The gang whispered among themselves; someone muttered, "How unlucky are we? First group expedition back, and we get robbed..."

Li Zhanxing roared, "Fight them! We've got numbers!"

But no one responded to Li Zhanxing's suggestion...

Zhang Zhen heard the whispers, saw the fear on their faces.

He relished this feeling—crushing them with power, forcing them into silent submission under his dominance.

He wasn't worried they'd refuse; they had neither the right nor the strength to reject his terms.

If they dared, he didn't even need his gang—he could slaughter this trash gang single-handedly, since they didn't have a single Wu Jiang among them.

In his eyes, Wu Shi were just children brawling with brute force—unable to condense their qi, not even worthy of the name "combat."

Though outnumbered, Zhang Zhen wasn't the least concerned—he'd already planned it: seize the leader first. Kill their boss with thunderous force, and everything would be solved.

Once the boss fell, morale would collapse, and they'd be at his mercy.

Thinking this, Zhang Zhen glanced at Cang Luo, head down, silent, trembling as if terrified, and smirked: "You—what's wrong with my terms?"

Just half the supplies? Go hunt beasts again a few times, won't you?

Besides, we'll offer protection—shield you from other gangs. Very fair deal."

Zhang Zhen demanded only half because it was Brother Brother Ouyang Lie's rule.

Take half, leave them a little breathing room, a little hope—then offer protection for a while. That's the protection fee.

That way, they won't resist—they'll keep coming back, next time for another raid...

No, not a raid. Protection. Fee collection. Mutual benefit.

But this time, he collected the fee in his own name, and his four subordinates'—Lie Tian Gang wouldn't cover him unless he handed it over.

Zhang Zhen thought it over, glanced again at War Wolf Gang's dozen carts—worth maybe two or three hundred low-grade Qi Stones?

These resources would keep him comfortable for a while.

Zhang Zhen decided—he'd take this deal, keep it for himself, no reporting to the gang.

After deciding, Zhang Zhen shoved Cang Luo aside, impatiently snapping: "Hurry up—get your people to hand over the supplies. Don't force me to act, or you'll regret it."

Cang Luo, shoved, could hold back no longer—he exploded, unleashing Thunderclap Palm in a single strike.

But at that moment, a sharp, commanding feminine cry rang out behind him—he nearly jumped out of his skin, checked his satellite monitor, instantly felt his scalp tighten, and without thinking, leapt away from his spot.

The next instant, a bright silver-threaded spear shot out from the crowd, whistling past Cang Luo's former position, slightly to his right, streaking straight for Zhang Zhen—only to be effortlessly deflected by Zhang Zhen's broadsword, clattering to the ground, snapped in two.

Cang Luo, having leapt five meters away, mentally screamed: "F***!"

Bai Bai Li Wunan!

This woman is insane, a total liability—attacking from behind your own ally? No warning at all?

But Cang Luo knew—he wouldn't have been hit even if he hadn't jumped. After half a month together, he understood Bai Bai Li Wunan's abilities.

She wielded her silver-threaded spear with terrifying flair—close combat, ranged throws—she'd slain many beasts.

Cang Luo was still stewing in annoyance when Zhang Zhen erupted in fury: "Who the hell just attacked me?!"

Huh? A junior sister!

No—three junior sisters!

Beauties!

Seeing the attacker was a woman, Zhang Zhen suddenly smirked wickedly, stepped forward, and lunged toward Bai Bai Li Wunan with his broadsword still crackling with yellow qi.

The front-row War Wolf Gang disciples, seeing Zhang Zhen and his broadsword, turned pale—no time to think, they shoved their fellow disciples aside to dodge the blade's path, causing chaos, many falling.

Zhang Zhen laughed loudly three times, swaggering like a man in an empty field, his broadsword radiating menace as he closed in on Bai Bai Li Wunan—no one dared intervene.

Behind him, Zhao Renwu shouted to stop him—but didn't dare move forward. Zhang Zhen ignored him.

Beside him, Cang Luo raged—not just at Zhang Zhen, but at the panicked War Wolf Gang members.

These people, facing enemies, wouldn't even fight—only ran, dodged, shoved their own teammates. Worse than liabilities—they were traitors.

Lone Wolf dies!

The wolves are alive!

Have they all forgotten?

They're nothing but a rabble!

Cang Luo sighed helplessly, knowing the gang was newly formed, extremely weak, and that he, as its leader, was of low cultivation—even not a Warrior General—and could not truly unify everyone's resolve into a single force; one encounter with an unbeatable enemy would scatter their morale.

Now, only he could step forward—first, deal with Zhang Zhen.

After deciding, Cang Luo roared, activated the Whirlwind Step, and charged toward Zhang Zhen to teach him how to behave.

Yet as soon as Cang Luo moved, Zhang Zhen's four subordinates blocked him; one smirked playfully: "You're the boss of the War Dog Gang? Want to play with us?"

"War Dog Gang? Hahaha... What a ridiculous name!"

"A bunch of dog things—so the boss is just the dog leader?"

Zhang Zhen's four subordinates surrounded Cang Luo, mocking him without restraint, their laughter deafening.

Cang Luo flew into a rage, said nothing, and charged straight at the nearest skinny man, swinging out a palm strike.

The skinny man sneered in contempt, did not draw his longsword, and swung out a palm strike of his own.

He paid no mind to a gang of barely fifty men with not even a single Warrior General; this War Dog Gang boss dared to resist? I'll break his hand first...

But the next instant, the skinny man was blasted backward, collapsed on the ground trembling with his right arm, his face twisted in agony—his right arm had nearly been shattered by Cang Luo's palm strike.

"Damn it!"

The skinny man clutched his right arm and cursed, glared fiercely at Cang Luo, then roared at his three stunned companions: "What are you staring at? Get moving!"

"Watch out—he's strong! He must... must be Warrior Stage 9!"

The three instantly snapped back to awareness, eyed Cang Luo warily, gripped their weapons tightly, and slowly closed in.

They also saw Cang Luo was strong—but how strong could he possibly be?

Could he be strong enough to fight four at once? Stronger than their Warrior General boss?

The skinny man now gripped his longsword with his left hand and advanced on Cang Luo, snarling: "You're asking for death—everyone, attack! We're outside the sect, no need to hold back—break him!"

Facing the four-on-one assault, Cang Luo dared not be careless; he slowly retreated, creating distance—he had no experience fighting multiple opponents. He glanced at Zhang Zhen, who still moved as if through empty space, charging through the crowd; fortunately, the War Wolf Gang wasn't entirely a rabble.

At this moment, Cang Feng and the others—Wang Fuhai and Cheng Datong—stepped forward to block Zhang Zhen, shielding Bai Li, and the trembling Xiang Xiang Yunjiao and Yin Mengru behind them.

Bai Li cursed, trying to retrieve his weapon, but Xiang Xiang Yunjiao and Yin Mengru held him back tightly.

Zhang Zhen laughed: "What are you doing? I'm just exchanging spear techniques with my junior sister—just now's spear thrust nearly scared me to death..."

As he spoke, he slashed out a blade, generating a violent aura that effortlessly swept Cheng Datong flying.

After sweeping one man away, Zhang Zhen sneered: "You still dare stand in my way?"

Wang Fuhai roared: "Zhang Zhen, don't push too far! Fifteen beast cores aren't enough for you? How greedy can you be? Can you even digest all that?"

Zhang Zhen's eyes lit up—he suddenly understood. He grinned: "So you've had a good haul, then? Let me guess... that bulging backpack behind you—doesn't it contain nothing but beast cores?"

If they're all beast cores, plus the beast materials and spirit herbs, that's at least... at least five or six hundred lower-grade Yuan Stones' worth. Maybe more—the contents of the sack are still unknown.

Zhang Zhen couldn't help swallowing hard, suppressing his excitement—how did they get so many resources?

Rich! Rich!

I've decided—all of it's mine.

Zhang Zhen exclaimed excitedly: "Leave everything behind—or I'll disband your War Dog Gang right now! And hand over the one who just ambushed me!"

Not far away, Cang Luo heard Zhang Zhen's new demand and flew into another rage—he stopped retreating, instantly drew his sword and attacked, targeting the same skinny man again.

Better to sever one finger than injure ten!

The skinny man startled, quickly retreated; the other three, though previously cautious, now no longer hesitated after hearing their boss's words—they swung their swords and charged at Cang Luo.

At least five or six hundred lower-grade Yuan Stones—fortune!

But first, we must kill this man...

The battle erupted instantly!