Chapter 230: Surrender

Watching the Black Snake Curse sent as reinforcements for the Black Snake Gang be dispersed by Wei Zhuang just like that,

Mojiao muttered to himself in disbelief: "This is absolutely not a strike that a Bone Refining Martial Artist could unleash, you... you are a Qi Refining Martial Artist!"

Mojiao held a rather high position within the Black Snake Gang, second only to the Sect Leader Song Hui, and his strength had already reached the Blood Refining Perfection realm, only one step away from the Bone Refining realm.

Moreover, he had once traveled in the provincial capital, seen the prosperity and darkness there, and experienced countless life-and-death struggles between martial artists. Later, due to his limited talent, he could not advance further in the provincial capital and had to return to his hometown, Qingxi County.

Here, he joined forces with Black Snake Gang Sect Leader Song Hui, rose to power, and occupied a piece of territory in West City. After years of hard struggle, they finally achieved their current success.

But now, this Lianzhan Martial Artist before his eyes had actually stood on the side of the Hong Sect.

A chill could not help but surge in Mojiao's heart; he realized that the water behind the Hong Sect was unfathomably deep. Previously, he had always thought the Hong Sect was just a group of rabble, but now it seemed their foundation was far deeper than he had imagined.

Thinking of this, Mojiao suddenly felt some regret; if they hadn't clashed with the Hong Sect today, perhaps they could have continued to develop steadily. But now, everything had become murky and uncertain.

One must know that a Lianzhan Martial Artist is a truly formidable existence! Even among those wealthy and influential clans, they could serve as a steward! If placed in the government, they would at least be a figure of Captain rank.

But now, such an expert had actually come to snatch the rice bowl of the underworld from small-time thugs like them? This was simply a dimensional reduction strike!

Wei Zhuang's expression was somewhat unpleasant; before setting out, he had agreed with Cheng Feng to let the Hong Sect disciples get more tempering. After all, compared to the ordinary Hong Sect disciples, the disciples who had come down from the battle at Black Wind Stronghold did have a gap in strength.

But if they really had to fight, Cheng Feng believed these disciples who had undergone life-and-death tests could definitely easily defeat those "blank paper" disciples who had never experienced a bloody battlefield.

That was why this training session was held. However, just at this moment, a group of mysterious people capable of releasing snakes appeared in the Black Snake Gang, and the situation was on the verge of being reversed. Wei Zhuang naturally could not continue to hide his strength.

Watching Mojiao shouting over there, Wei Zhuang cast a cold glance, his sword-like brows pointing horizontally; since the killing had already begun, he might as well take down the strongest one too!

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a few faint rays of light, barely illuminating this chaotic area in the West City of Qingxi County.

Wei Zhuang's figure appeared even more upright in the dimness, and the Long Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if ready to drink its fill of the enemy's blood at any moment.

"So what if I am a Qi Refining Martial Artist? Are you teaching me how to do things?" Wei Zhuang's voice was low and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking at Mojiao's heart.

Mojiao's expression was uncertain; he knew well the gap between himself and Wei Zhuang, but years of experience in the martial arts world told him that one must never speak of giving up until the very last moment.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, his Qi and Blood surged, and strands of dark red energy coiled around his skin, clearly having stimulated all the power within his body to the limit.

"If that's the case, then let me see what kind of ability you, a Qi Refining Martial Artist, really have!" Mojiao roared, his figure like an arrow released from a bow, instantly pouncing toward Wei Zhuang, his iron whip bringing up gusts of wind, attempting to compensate for the gap in realms with the advantage of speed and power.

Seeing this, a faint smile curled at the corner of Wei Zhuang's mouth; his figure did not move, yet it seemed to have merged into the surrounding night. Just as Mojiao's attack was about to land,

he flashed, appearing like a ghost on Mojiao's flank, and swung his Long Sword lightly; a brilliant sword gleam cut through the night sky, pointing straight at Mojiao's throat.

"Too slow." Wei Zhuang's voice was indifferent and calm, as if he were merely evaluating a trivial matter.

Mojiao was shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side, but even so, his cheek was grazed by the sword gleam, leaving a shocking gash. He was terrified to the point of despair, looking at Wei Zhuang in disbelief; that composure and power made him feel an unprecedented sense of hopelessness.

"You... you..." Mojiao gasped, unable to speak for a moment.

"Don't move, live; move, die."

Before the words had faded, Wei Zhuang's figure moved again, like a leopard weaving through the night; every time the sword gleam flashed, it was accompanied by the fall of a Black Snake Gang member. His Sword Technique was sharp and precise, every strike aimed at a vital point, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

The hot-tempered Mojiao was just about to counterattack, but seeing that even while killing, Wei Zhuang's gaze remained fixed on him, he understood that he could do nothing of his own choosing.

Seeing that the Hong Sect had the upper hand in the situation, Wei Zhuang slowly sheathed his Long Sword; wielding his sword against these weaklings was not Wei Zhuang's original intention, but failing to win was even less of what Wei Zhuang wanted to see.

His gaze swept across the surroundings; the Black Snake Gang members, under this powerful pressure, all showed expressions of fear, and some even began to retreat. He smiled coldly and said: "After today, there will be no more Black Snake Gang in Qingxi County."

The Hong Sect disciples watched from the side, dumbfounded; they had never seen such a powerful Wei Zhuang, and a sense of awe could not help but arise in their hearts.

After today's battle, the Hong Sect's reputation would thoroughly resound throughout Qingxi County, and the name Wei Zhuang would also resound throughout Qingxi City.

Without the mysterious people controlling the snake swarm, and without the Blood Refining Perfection Mojiao to command, the battle between the two gangs ended quickly.

The Black Snake Gang members were either dead or had fled, leaving only Mojiao standing alone in place, his face ashen. Wei Zhuang walked up to him, the tip of his sword lightly tapping the ground, and said: "Surrender, or do you not surrender?"

Mojiao lowered his head powerlessly, his heart filled with bitterness and unwillingness. He understood that from now on, the Black Snake Gang's days in Qingxi County would become extremely difficult. And he himself would bear a heavy shame because of today's defeat.

But in order to live, the Black Snake Gang Sect Leader Mojiao, who had dominated Qingxi County for over a decade, lowered his proud head; his expression was incomparably gloomy, and he said in a voice filled with bitterness: "I surrender!"

As Mojiao's words fell, those Black Snake Gang members who were still struggling to hold on also threw their weapons onto the ground one after another.

The reinforcements were broken, the strongest Deputy Sect Leader had surrendered, and the Hong Sect disciples were not lacking in strength and were greater in number; this was truly impossible to fight!

How could the mere two taels of silver given by the gang compare to their own lives?

The Hong Sect disciples naturally knew the subsequent procedure; wasn't it just accepting and absorbing them? It wasn't as if they hadn't done it before.

And so, the Black Snake Gang members were escorted one by one by the Hong Sect disciples to the nearest station.

As the people from both sides gradually dispersed, the alley returned to tranquility, leaving only the mess on the ground and the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air, reminding people that a thrilling slaughter had just taken place here.