Chapter 133: The Battle Concludes

Chen Mo's side now had only about four hundred men, while Wo Leng Sheng had over a thousand. Even with more than a dozen experts far surpassing ordinary foot soldiers, they could only influence part of the battle.

Facing the siege of over a thousand men, Chen Mo's foot soldiers still fought with extreme difficulty.

On the opposite side, Dongguan Zai, Da Tou (the one from Wo Leng Sheng), Gao Lao, Siyan Ming, and Huo Niu charged forward to surround and attack Chen Mo alone, but they still underestimated him.

Facing the siege of five, Chen Mo did not care in the least.

Though these five could fight, their use of blades could hardly be called technique—they had simply hacked enough people to gain experience, and with naturally strong bodies and quick reflexes, they fought without any method or order.

Chen Mo did not even need the Form-Intent Blade Art to deal with them; the Eight Blade-Breaking Strikes alone were more than sufficient.

Chen Mo kicked Siyan Ming flying with one foot, and with a sweeping strike of the Tang blade in his hand, forced Dongguan Zai, Gao Lao, and Huo Niu back.

Only Da Tou remained, too honest-minded to know how to dodge, and Chen Mo's blade slashed solidly across his belly.

Da Tou was cut open on the spot—blood, fat, and intestines spilled all over the ground.

Now he could no longer recite the gang rules.

Chen Mo stepped forward two more paces and brought his blade down on Huo Niu.

Huo Niu raised his blade to block, but it was useless—Chen Mo split him and his blade clean in two, turning him into two pieces of people's fragments.

The remaining three were thoroughly terrified by Chen Mo's ruthless blade work and, no longer caring about anything else, turned and fled.

Running now meant at most being punished by the Triad Society back home—at worst, suffering some penalties—but still better than losing their lives.

Lin Huaile had not been far from Chen Mo to begin with, and had watched the clash between the several men with perfect clarity.

Seeing Dongguan Zai and the other two flee, he immediately blocked their path: "Why are you running? Get back in there and fight!"

"Fuck you! If you want to die, go die yourself—don't drag us down with you!"

Siyan Ming shoved aside the blocking Lin Huaile and ran quickly outward.

I'm a foot soldier personally chosen by the Dragon Head—who the hell are you, Lin Huaile, to expect me to risk my life?

Dongguan Zai and Gao Lao also ignored Lin Huaile and followed Siyan Ming in fleeing backward.

Chen Mo wiped the blood splattered on his face and raised his blade to look toward Lin Huaile.

Lin Huaile turned around and met Chen Mo's gaze head-on, his entire heart seized with shock.

"It's over—I'm dead!"

Lin Huaile could no longer hold his ground either and began retreating, running straight to the back of the battle group.

Chen Mo gave a contemptuous smile and did not chase him, instead turning to hack his way through the surrounding Wo Leng Sheng foot soldiers.

Like a demon-quelling lord descended from heaven, truly a god of death walking the earth!

Chen Mo's Tang blade flashed up and down—wherever the blade light passed, Wo Leng Sheng's foot soldiers were either dead or wounded.

Tian Yang Sheng, seeing Chen Mo's ferocity, also let loose.

He was not skilled with a blade; he was better with kicks.

His legs drove hard—a triple kick in midair sent a Wo Leng Sheng foot soldier flying several meters, crashing into a crowd of people.

Not far away, Shen Guodong saw Chen Mo and Tian Yang Sheng's moment of glory and swung his machete with even greater force—you couldn't let them hog all the spotlight.

Shen Guodong held an ordinary machete, likewise using the Eight Blade-Breaking Strikes, and his blade work was no weaker than Chen Mo's.

It was just that he came from a military background and could not bring himself to deliver killing blows against these gangsters—his strikes did not take lives.

But those he wounded were still numerous.

With several bosses all fighting this fiercely, their foot soldiers were as if injected with a shot of adrenaline, and morale surged.

The four who had fled outside the crowd watched the center of the battlefield, their expressions extremely grim.

Fewer than half of these foot soldiers were directly affiliated with the Triad Society; most were their own men. If too many were killed or wounded, they would have to pay out a lot of money.

Though Lin Huaile would reimburse them for part of the cost after seizing the territory, from the way things looked now, it was doubtful Lin Huaile could afford to reimburse them at all.

"No, we can't keep fighting like this!" Dongguan Zai said anxiously. "The losses are too great—even if we take Chen Mo's territory, it's still a loss."

Lin Huaile's face darkened, his tone ice-cold: "Do you have a better idea? If not, shut up!"

"Chen Mo's side has few men. Even if he can fight, I don't believe they can beat our thousand-plus. Today, even if we have to fill the gap with human lives, we will take that territory!"

Lin Huaile had also gone ruthless.

Among these thousand-plus men, only a hundred-some were his own foot soldiers.

As long as he could seize the territory in Chen Mo's hands, even if every last one of them died, it would still be worth it to him.

As for not being able to afford the death benefits and medical expenses—if he couldn't pay, then he couldn't pay.

If he couldn't pay, he'd owe them. They were all the same Triad Society anyway—what, were they going to hound him to death over it?

The battle fell into a stalemate.

Not all of Chen Mo's foot soldiers had trained at the training ground; their abilities varied greatly.

Even with Chen Mo and the others fighting furiously, foot soldiers were constantly being hacked down or wounded by the opposing side, falling to the ground unable to rise.

As more and more men lost combat capability, Chen Mo's side found the fighting increasingly strenuous.

First surge of morale is strong, the second fades.

The harder the fight, the lower the morale, and the more easily panic set in.

They were gangsters, after all—even with military training, they were not real soldiers and had no real fighting will to speak of.

As time passed second by second, some of Chen Mo's foot soldiers had already begun to shrink back. Those holding the very front were now only Chen Mo, Shen Guodong and the ten veterans he had brought, and Tian Yang Sheng with his three brothers.

A smile finally appeared on the faces of Lin Huaile and the others.

The outcome was set—they had won.

"Everyone, charge! Hack them to death! They can't hold on anymore! Whoever kills Chen Mo gets a hundred thousand bounty!" Lin Huaile stood behind the crowd, shouting incessantly. "Hahahahaha, damn Chen Mo, you looked down on me—today is the day you die!"

Lin Huaile had not been happy for long before a row of vans stopped not far behind them, and many people got out.

Da Tou had arrived with his men!

"Kill! Hack Wo Leng Sheng's chicken essence to death!"

Everything was exactly as Chen Mo had planned.

The moment Da Tou brought people onto the scene, the situation underwent a huge change!

Chen Mo's followers saw that their reinforcements had arrived, and morale surged.

In contrast, the people of Harmony-United Victory each felt as if facing a formidable foe, as if they had lost their parents.

The number of people Da Tou brought was not many—only three hundred; even combined with Chen Mo's men, it totaled no more than seven hundred.

In terms of numbers, they still did not have the advantage.

But the combat strength of Chen Mo's followers was enough to make up for the numerical gap.

Especially since the Harmony Consecutive Victory fighters had been fighting for several minutes, already showing fatigue, while the people Da Tou brought were in peak condition, their fighting spirit high.

"Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived—let's wipe out those scumbags opposite!"

Chen Mo let out a loud shout, led his men in a counterattack, coordinating with Da Tou opposite to form a pincer move against the Harmony-United Victory people.

Lin Huai Le panicked.

His originally excited and surging heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

They had already cracked open the champagne halfway through!

Faced with the two-pronged attack from Chen Mo and Da Tou, Lin Huai Le felt like a thorn in the back, like sitting on pins and needles.

His followers fell into chaos, with wails of misery ringing incessantly.

"Retreat! Hurry and retreat!"

Dongguan Zai and Si Yan Ming couldn't hold their ground, directly calling on the followers to break out.

They saw clearly that if they kept fighting, they'd all be killed, unable even to break out.

As soon as the followers heard the bosses' order to retreat, they no longer bothered to resist and turned to run.

Some even threw down their weapons and simply squatted on the ground.

Following suit, in less than half a minute, a large group of the Harmony Consecutive Victory followers squatted on the spot, with only a few hundred managing to escape.

Tonight's great battle finally came to an end.