Chapter 122: Turning the Tables

Hearing Xu Le's such brazen clamoring, the Hong Sect disciples behind Cheng Feng could no longer endure it, but the discipline they had been taught previously still held; they only gripped their blades tighter, every disciple's eyes filled with rage, staring fixedly at Xu Le.

It was as if the next second, at a single command from Cheng Feng, they would behead Xu Le.

Both sides were glaring at each other, and Cheng Feng was no longer prepared to keep playing.

Everything tonight was according to plan; the Sishui Gang, this stumbling block, should also disappear.

"So, shouldn't we begin?" Cheng Feng said indifferently.

Watching Cheng Feng remain composed while surrounded by so many of his brothers, Xu Le was furious and said, "Kid, still putting on an act? Today let's see how long you can keep it up. Hack them to death for me!"

The Sishui Gang members erupted in a deafening roar, blades and clubs in hand, charging toward the Hong Sect disciples with overwhelming momentum.

However, the Hong Sect disciples did not panic as the Sishui Gang had expected; instead, like well-trained soldiers, they raised their blades in unison. For a moment, blade light flickered, reflecting off their resolute faces.

"Kill!" At Cheng Feng's command, the Hong Sect disciples charged toward the Sishui Gang's forces like tigers descending a mountain, their momentum like a rainbow. Both sides were instantly plunged into a chaotic melee.

Seeing this scene, Xu Le was terrified. He had not expected the Hong Sect disciples to be so well-trained and their combat power to be so formidable. Although his Sishui Gang had many men, under the fierce assault of the Hong Sect disciples, they fell one after another like clay chickens and pottery dogs.

"This... how is this possible?" Xu Le cried out in terror, unable to believe his eyes.

However, the facts were before him; his Sishui Gang had been routed, while the Hong Sect disciples fought with increasing bravery. Looking at the battle before him, a sense of despair rose in Xu Le's heart.

Just then, a figure suddenly charged into the battlefield—it was Cheng Feng. He held a long blade, flying through the battlefield like a silver dragon; every time he swung his blade, a member of the Sishui Gang fell.

Looking at Cheng Feng's figure, Xu Le was even more terrified. He had not expected this seemingly refined young man to possess such powerful combat strength. He knew he had lost, and lost miserably.

"Stop!" Xu Le suddenly shouted, attempting to halt the battle. However, his voice sounded so weak on the battlefield that no one paid him any mind.

Cheng Feng ignored Xu Le's shouting; he continued to brandish the long blade in his hand, reaping the lives of the Sishui Gang.

The reason he could set up this trap through such indirect means today was mainly because of the Green Bamboo Gang background behind Xu Le.

This Xu Le was no simple character; it was said he was the younger brother of a major leader in the Green Bamboo Gang. With someone backing him, Cheng Feng could only let Xu Le make the first move so that he could maintain his reputation for righteousness on the surface.

This was also a reminder from Wang Hu at his side; Wang Hu might have still been thinking about paying respects to the local powers.

But to have a Blood Refining Realm Martial Artist pay respects to an Ordinary person with a background?

That would be even more absurd than a County Magistrate yielding the way to an Ordinary person.

But why was the Sishui Gang chosen in the end? In fact, this was a carefully planned strategy after Cheng Feng had already learned that those three arrogant small gangs were branch forces established separately by Xu Le's subordinates.

One must know, how could an expert like a Blood Refining Martial Artist set his sights on the humble places where commoners lived?

It was not that he couldn't, but that it wasn't enough.

Everything was merely a stopgap measure.

In this way, a complete chain of action was formed.

Thanks to having watched no small number of spy-themed films and television dramas in his previous life, they could actually come in handy now.

The Sishui Gang might be insignificant, but the person behind Xu Le had to be given some face. Moreover, there were indeed two Skin Refining Late Stage martial artists accompanying Xu Le, which further confirmed to Cheng Feng that the elder brother behind Xu Le was not simple.

Cheng Feng easily defeated these two Skin Refining Late Stage martial artists.

After capturing them, he looked quietly at Xu Le.

Seeing the two strongest people by his side captured so easily by Cheng Feng, Xu Le panicked and chose to flee.

Cheng Feng did not care; anyone could run away tonight, but Xu Le could not.

This would be his greatest bargaining chip.

Looking around at the killing field, the situation began to clarify.

The Hong Sect disciples were all well-trained and fearless, but since it was their first time experiencing a life-and-death struggle, upon seeing blood, everyone became murderous, their eyes turning blood-red.

Their bodies were full of strength; if you hacked over with a blade, what did it matter if I bled a little? They immediately returned a slash in kind! As the saying goes, "To receive without returning is not polite!"

At this moment, they had already gone mad with killing, hacking at whoever they saw, swinging their blades incessantly, seemingly never tiring.

As long as they were not wearing Hong Sect attire, they became targets of their attacks, every strike fatal, showing no mercy.

The Sishui Gang members were terrified; facing such fierce and well-trained enemies, they had no power to fight back and could only retreat step by step. The sharp and determined gazes of the Hong Sect members seemed to pierce through one's soul, chilling them to the bone and making their legs go weak.

One could see the Hong Sect disciples holding silver-glinting Xiuchun Dao; every time they swung, a Sishui Gang member would inevitably scream and fall to the ground. Even though there were many martial artists in the Sishui Gang who had stepped into the Strength Refining Realm, and even some mid-to-late stage experts, on this chaotic battlefield, facing Sharp Blades coming from all directions, they were likewise unable to escape.

The moment they were struck, blood splattered and the pain was unbearable; if the wound was slightly deeper, their combat power would be greatly reduced; if they were unfortunately hit in a vital spot, they would die on the spot.

To minimize Hong Sect's casualties tonight, Cheng Feng decisively took out fifty taels of Silver and ordered that a wooden board with a thick iron plate sandwiched inside be tied to the left forearm of every brother, serving as simple protective equipment.

Facing a fleeting opportunity, Cheng Feng knew he had to strike decisively; even if it meant paying a certain price, he would choose to move forward without hesitation.

But being able to spend some Silver to show more care for his subordinates, Cheng Feng was not that stingy.

After the intense and bloody slaughter, more than half of the Sishui Gang members were dead or wounded, their morale collapsed, and they scattered in flight.

However, how could the Hong Sect disciples easily let these defeated enemies go? They launched a pursuit like tigers descending a mountain, each one striving to be the first, unstoppable.

In a short while, the fleeing Sishui Gang members were all captured or slaughtered.

And Xu Le, this important figure of the Sishui Gang, also failed to escape Cheng Feng's grasp and was captured completely unscathed.

With this, this thrilling battle came to an end, and the Hong Sect ultimately achieved a glorious victory.

After the battle, Cheng Feng stood on the battlefield, looking at the corpses and severed limbs all over the ground, his heart without the slightest ripple. He knew this was the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Jianghu. He blew lightly and sheathed the long blade in his hand.

"Let's go," Cheng Feng said indifferently, then turned and left the battlefield. Behind him were the cheers and shouts of victory from the Hong Sect disciples.

As for the corpses all over the ground, Wang Hu would find people to clean them up.

In this regard, there was a group of people who were professionals.

However, Cheng Feng did not feel smug because of this. He knew this victory was only temporary; the road of the Jianghu was still long, and he still had a long way to go.