Chapter 190: Victory

In the hall full of bullet holes, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. Those remaining Green Bamboo Gang members who had not yet died, despite their clothes being tattered and their bodies covered in wounds, had eyes that flickered with a glimmer of hope.

Upon seeing their gang leader display such might, they felt an unprecedented confidence surge into their hearts, as if everything had become possible.

A few sharp-eyed individuals could even perceive that although Cheng Feng's moves were fierce and incomparable, it was still difficult to conceal his lack of practical combat experience.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, it was unknown who first shouted loudly: "The Gang Leader is mighty!" This slogan instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm, spreading like wildfire among all the Green Bamboo Gang members. Every shout contained endless longing and unyielding fighting spirit.

Peng Yuyan heard these bursts of cheers, and a warm emotion surged in his heart. He knew well that it was difficult to hold on for long by his own strength alone, and Cheng Feng was an even more difficult opponent to deal with.

After a fierce battle, Peng Yuyan realized that Cheng Feng was growing at an astonishing speed. Although his experience was relatively lacking, his five senses were exceptionally keen, and he was constantly learning and improving by relying on his talent.

Peng Yuyan understood that he had always relied on his rich experience to deal with enemies. Cheng Feng, however, was different; he possessed extraordinary talent and insight.

This talent allowed him to improve rapidly in a short period and gradually adapt to the rhythm of the battle. As time passed, Cheng Feng's strength would become increasingly powerful.

"Could this be a legendary genius? He is only seventeen years old!" Peng Yuyan could not help but feel a trace of despair, secretly thinking to himself: Is Heaven truly going to destroy my Green Bamboo Gang? No! Absolutely impossible! I will never admit defeat! Thinking of this, an unyielding fighting spirit surged within Peng Yuyan; he felt the surging Blood Qi in his body and firmed his conviction.

In stark contrast to this was Cheng Feng. He knew well that he was not a genius in the true sense, because his growth relied entirely on the cultivation experience brought by the Panmian point-adding, while he lacked actual combat experience.

Even so, fortunately, his strength had reached the Bone Refining Realm, and after being strengthened by the Super Serum, his five senses had been greatly enhanced. It was precisely this special ability that allowed him to barely fight to a draw with Peng Yuyan.

Facing Peng Yuyan's powerful combat experience and methods, Cheng Feng felt deeply shocked. He realized that every Martial Artist had their own unique ultimate moves and characteristics.

Thus, like a greedy sponge, he rapidly absorbed his opponent's combat experience. Through constant learning and practice, Cheng Feng's Blade Technique became increasingly proficient, his speed grew faster, his attack angles became more devious, and his momentum grew fiercer.

Finally, during a small brush past, Cheng Feng seized the opportunity, the blade light flashed, and one of Peng Yuyan's arms was raised high and fell to the ground.

The onlookers of the Green Bamboo Gang were silent; the hope that had just risen was doused by a basin of cold water.

In the arena, only the sound of Peng Yuyan's screams while clutching his severed arm remained.

Cheng Feng came back to his senses, gripped the Silver Feather Blade in his hand, and looked at the stubborn and unyielding Peng Yuyan before him: "Thank you for accumulating so much experience for me. Since I broke through, this is the first time I've fought so enjoyably. Now that you've lost an arm, why not surrender and admit defeat?"

"Heh, this old man is still being looked down upon by a youngster like you," Peng Yuyan said proudly while clutching his wound: "I have been in this world for decades, killed people, and been hunted by others; back and forth, I have never lost out."

"It is a pity that my talent is indeed limited; I wasted years at Blood Refining Perfection and could not make progress, which led to my spirit being damaged. Being able to fight back and forth with a Bone Refining Martial Artist like you, I have lived enough."

"Do not mention surrender again. Life lasts for decades; I was born the Green Bamboo Gang leader, and I will die the Green Bamboo Gang leader."

Looking at Peng Yuyan, who was full of backbone at this moment, and that kind of heroic spirit that looked lightly upon life and death, Cheng Feng actually admired the other party. Cheng Feng asked himself that he indeed still had much to learn regarding integrity; although he was not a good person, he still greatly appreciated people with such backbone.

But since the other party already had the will to die, he would fulfill the other party's wish. So he raised the blade in his hand and said to Peng Yuyan: "Then, Gang Leader Peng, I will send you on your way." After saying this, Cheng Feng raised his hand and brought the blade down, hacking toward Peng Yuyan's neck.

A trace of resolution and relief flashed in Peng Yuyan's eyes. He knew he could not escape this disaster, but he did not regret his choice. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for death to arrive.

A fine head rose up, and the generation's hero, Green Bamboo Gang leader Peng Yuyan, had fallen just like that! He stared with wide eyes, his gaze full of unwillingness and detachment, as if he could not believe that he would be defeated by someone so easily.

Fresh blood gushed from his neck, splashing onto the ground and forming a pool of bright red blood.

Cheng Feng stood to the side, watching this scene expressionlessly. His gaze was cold and firm, as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him. He had only one thought in his heart—to protect his family well.

With the death of Peng Yuyan, the members of the Green Bamboo Gang began to panic. They had originally been cheering, but at this moment, each one showed a look of fear.

They could not believe that their gang leader had actually died at the hands of the enemy like this, and they could not imagine what kind of fate they would face next.

Cheng Feng looked at the terrified Green Bamboo Gang members all around, and a trace of pity could not help but surge in his heart. These people were perhaps all innocent, just caught up in this dispute.

Of course, he also understood that if he did not eliminate all these people, he and his family could not obtain true safety.

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze will make it grow again.

Cheng Feng took a deep breath and gave an order to the Mechanical Dog: "Mechanical Dog, fire in bursts, kill them all!"

The Mechanical Dog immediately responded to its master's command; its eyes flashed with red light, instantly locking onto the positions of the Green Bamboo Gang members. It raised its front paws, revealing sharp claws, and then rushed toward those panicked people without hesitation.

The Mechanical Dog's movements were swift and accurate; every time it changed position, the bullets from the machine gun on its back accurately hit the targets.

Its claws were harder than steel, easily tearing through the throats of those who had been shot and fallen.

Following the Mechanical Dog's attack, the Green Bamboo Gang members fell one after another, their screams rising and falling. The scent of blood permeated the air.

Cheng Feng watched all this before him expressionlessly; his pursuit of power became even more intense.