Chapter 176: Single Combat

Li Yang had never experienced such a situation and could not accept such an outcome; if they stopped now, who would this territory ultimately belong to? The Hong Sect or the Wolf Head Gang?

If he were given just a little more time, he would surely be able to annihilate the Wolf Head Gang in one fell swoop and perform a great service for the Hong Sect.

Li Yang was filled with unwillingness and said in a deep voice, "What exactly is the Green Bamboo Gang's intention? Now, to whom should this territory belong?"

Zhao Jin shouted arrogantly, "Isn't it obvious? My uncle has come to support me. If you continue to fight, let's see who dies first."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of a crowd's footsteps came from afar.

Wang Hu's hearty laughter came from a distance: "Li Yang, hold on, the brothers are here."

Looking at Wang Hu, who was unscathed and even neatly dressed, Li Yang asked in surprise, "Brother Hu, have you already finished the battle?"

Wang Hu laughed and scolded, "The Jianghu is not just about the flash of swords; it is also about human sentiment. You still have much to learn." Behind him, over a hundred people joined in; Hong Zi had the gang emblem embroidered on his chest, his sword gripped tightly in his hand, his momentum like a rainbow.

Li Yang came back to his senses and said with full confidence, "That brat, what did you just say? If you have the guts, say it again?"

Zhao Jin's face was gloomy; he had never been so humiliated, but since the other side had also brought people, he could not curse, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "You are just relying on having more people. Do you dare to come out for a one-on-one duel, life or death regardless?"

Zhao Tai could not stop him and thought helplessly, "Letting him vent a little is also fine."

The situation was already clear; Zhao Jin had lost, and the Wolf Head Gang had also lost, but Zhao Jin was not convinced, and his father, who was unknown to the world, had no choice but to follow his son's wishes; otherwise, what would be the point of his own hard work in martial arts?

Li Yang had long been dissatisfied with this opponent who repeatedly spouted wild words, so he drew his sword and pointed it at Zhao Jin: "Come and fight!"

Provoked, Zhao Jin looked at his uncle, who was in the Blood Refining Realm, and nodded, feeling a bit more confident. His uncle doted on him and would never let him die at the hands of the other party.

With no worries behind him, Zhao Jin wanted even more to vent his anger and drew his sword to accept the challenge. Li Yang's challenge was like lighting a powder keg, instantly detonating the entire scene. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two people in the arena.

Two long swords drew cold arcs in the air; the figures of Li Yang and Zhao Jin crossed and collided in the afterglow of the setting sun, each clash accompanied by the roar of metal striking metal, stirring up visible ripples of air.

The surrounding clamor seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the crisp sound of swords clashing echoing in the empty street.

"Zhao Jin, today I will let you see what true strength is!" Li Yang growled, his footwork agile, each step perfectly avoiding Zhao Jin's offensive while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

His eyes flashed with unyielding determination, as if he wanted to pour all his unwillingness and anger into this battle.

Although Zhao Jin had his uncle's support, facing Li Yang's surging, tide-like offensive, he had to do his utmost to cope.

Although his Blade Technique was not as seasoned as Li Yang's, it was quite powerful, each strike carrying the sound of tearing wind, attempting to tear a gap in Li Yang's defense.

But Li Yang was like a wall of bronze and iron; no matter how hard Zhao Jin tried, he could not break through his defense.

As time passed, Zhao Jin, unable to win after a long attack, indeed began to run out of stamina; his breathing became rapid, and the sharpness in his eyes was replaced by fatigue.

His Blade Technique lost its former precision and fluidity, becoming chaotic, as if it would collapse at any moment.

As for Li Yang, although he had also gone through an intense battle and consumed a lot of stamina, his diligent training, deep accumulation, and exquisite martial arts in daily life allowed him to maintain a high degree of concentration and stable performance.

He keenly captured the flaws that Zhao Jin was gradually revealing and sneered inwardly; the opportunity had finally arrived.

Just as Zhao Jin swung his sword again with difficulty and nearly lost his balance, Li Yang exerted force suddenly, his figure flashing past like a ghost. His long sword drew a brilliant arc in the air, carrying a whistling wind, and accurately slashed at Zhao Jin's flaw.

"Bang!" A deafening sound echoed in the air, and the two long swords erupted with dazzling light in the intense collision. This time, Zhao Jin clearly failed to withstand Li Yang's thunderous strike; his sword flew out like a kite with a broken string, and after drawing an arc in the air, it fell powerlessly to the ground in the distance.

Zhao Jin's body lost its support, and he staggered backward, each step appearing exceptionally difficult. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror. However, it was not over yet; Li Yang's figure followed closely like a ghost, without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

"Stop!" At this critical moment, Zhao Tai's roar pierced the sky; he rushed toward the battlefield with all his might, trying to prevent this tragedy. But it was already too late; Li Yang's sword had already fallen like lightning, slashing fiercely onto Zhao Jin's right arm.

"Ah—!" Zhao Jin let out a heart-wrenching scream; his right arm was severed by the sharp blade in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his clothes and the surrounding ground red.

Blood sprayed across the sky, and a heavy smell of blood permeated the air, making people shudder.

The surrounding crowd was also deeply shocked by this scene; they were terrified, angry, or sighing.

Wang Hu praised: "The bravery of the number one in the Training Camp is well-deserved!"

Zhao Tai rushed to Zhao Jin's side and held him tightly, his eyes full of grief and anger. He looked up at Li Yang, his voice hoarse and low: "You... you are actually this vicious!"

Li Yang knew that he might not be a match for this leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, but his own Offering was also there, so he was naturally not afraid.

Li Yang said sternly: "Put away your hypocritical face! When he insulted my Hong Sect, why didn't you stop him? When he initiated the duel with life or death regardless, why didn't you stop him? You only stepped in to stop it when I was victorious; do you really think the Green Bamboo Gang can distort the facts at will?"

Hearing this, Zhao Tai's face became even gloomier. He knew well that what Li Yang said was true, and today's matter was indeed difficult to end easily. After all, that was his own son!

But as one of the Elders of the Green Bamboo Gang, how could he easily show weakness?

He sneered and said, "Li Yang, you are too confident. Is the status of my Green Bamboo Gang in South City something that a small Hong Sect like yours can shake? I will report today's matter to the gang, and then we will come to discuss right and wrong!"

Having said that, Zhao Tai waved his hand, signaling his men to take the injured Zhao Jin away. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare fiercely at Li Yang, as if he wanted to engrave this hatred deep into his heart.