Chapter 236: Battle

Yan Hua and Wu Feng jumped down from the window one after another. Looking at the Red Star Sect disciples gathered outside, a strong sense of tension welled up in Wu Feng's heart. These disciples were dressed in the uniform of the Red Star Gang, their expressions solemn, holding various weapons, forming a dense, dark crowd.

"Cheng Feng truly had foresight!" Wu Feng could not help but exclaim.

He admired Cheng Feng's foresight even more. This appointment was less of a negotiation and more like the sounding of a horn for a slaughter.

Wu Feng knew that the Hong Sect had come out in full force tonight, with every member participating in the operation.

They were divided into two factions: Cheng Feng was responsible for the Red Star Gang in East City, while Wei Zhuang was responsible for the Black Snake Gang in West City. This meant they were actively declaring war on two gangs; this was not a decision an ordinary person could make, as it required immense self-confidence.

When Wu Feng thought of that sharp swordsman Wei Zhuang, a trace of fear could not help but rise in his heart. He had crossed swords with Wei Zhuang before and deeply felt the power of the other's Sword Technique. That sharp Sword Qi, the flexible and ever-changing moves, and the impeccable swordsmanship made Wu Feng realize he still had a long way to go.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, gripped the weapon in his hand tightly, and looked at the surrounding enemies with a firm gaze. Looking at Yan Hua before him, Wu Feng felt disdain in his heart, but he would not relax or be careless.

The two stood with swords in hand, their gazes like torches, carrying unquestionable killing intent, as if they were two sharp blades that could pierce the night and reach straight into people's hearts. The surrounding air seemed to solidify due to this intense fighting spirit, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

"Hong Sect, tonight, let us settle this!" Yan Hua's voice was low and powerful, every word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with resolution. The Long Sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting bursts of sword hums; that was the longing and excitement for the coming battle.

Wu Feng stood opposite Yan Hua, his gaze equally like lightning, his sword tip drooping slightly, yet his momentum did not weaken by even half: "Compared to him, your sword is not sharp enough."

A flash of anger crossed Yan Hua's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and said, "I would like to see what skills you have." Having said that, he swung his sword violently, the sword momentum fierce, attacking Yan Hua like a sudden storm.

Yan Hua's figure flashed, dodging Wu Feng's attack. He took the opportunity to swing his sword, the momentum like a rainbow, stabbing straight at Wu Feng's throat.

Wu Feng dodged sideways, simultaneously swinging his sword to block Yan Hua's offensive. The two went back and forth, neither giving an inch, locked in a stalemate for a time.

Their figures intertwined in the darkness, sword light flashing, Sword Qi crisscrossing. Every clash was a life-and-death struggle; a moment of carelessness would mean death.

As time passed, the physical strength of both sides gradually depleted. But they still gritted their teeth and persisted, neither willing to retreat a single step.

Finally, after an intense clash, Wu Feng and Yan Hua each retreated a few steps, panting heavily. Their eyes were still filled with hostility, as if ready to launch an attack again at any moment.

There is not much difference between the Blood Refining Late Stage and perfection; the swordsmanship attainments of both sides are not low, and every sword strike is a test of one's own life.

A three-foot green blade, with life hanging upon it.

Yan Hua and Wu Feng, however, seemed not to see the surrounding Red Star Gang disciples; in their eyes, there was only each other, only that impending final swordsman duel.

"Kill!" With a roar from Yan Hua, both figures erupted simultaneously, Blood Qi circulating and bolstering them, rushing into each other like two bolts of lightning.

Sword light flashed, sword shadows intertwined, every strike containing endless killing intent and power.

Their Sword Technique was at times as fierce as a violent storm, at others as agile as a swimming dragon playing in water, making it difficult for the enemy to fathom, let alone resist.

With swords facing each other, the duel between the two seemed to become the focus of the entire battlefield. Yan Hua and Wu Feng, two masters of swordsmanship, pushed their respective skills to the limit at this moment.

Their movements were fluid and tacit, as if practiced thousands of times; every collision of sword tips stirred up ripples of visible Sword Qi. The stone bricks under their feet and the surrounding debris shattered one after another, making it difficult for those nearby to join in.

The Red Star Sect disciples were intimidated by this powerful aura and stopped in their tracks, not daring to step forward easily. They had never seen such a thrilling swordsmanship duel.

Yan Hua's attacks were like a violent storm, every sword strike heavy and powerful, attempting to crush Wu Feng with overwhelming force. Wu Feng, however, was known for his agility.

His Sword Technique was like a swimming dragon playing in water, always able to avoid Yan Hua's offensive at the most critical moment and find opportunities to counterattack. The two's Sword Techniques restrained and complemented each other, forming a breathtaking scroll of sword dance.

"Good Sword Technique!" Yan Hua could not help but praise during the intense clash, his eyes showing recognition of Wu Feng's strength.

Wu Feng's mouth curled slightly as he responded: "Likewise, Brother Yan's Sword Technique has also opened my eyes."

Just then, following a burst of hurried footsteps, the Hong Sect disciples began to close in. They held various weapons, their faces filled with solemnity and fanaticism; as long as there was battle, there was merit, and the hope of becoming someone superior.

On the outermost perimeter were the disciples of the three halls; the remaining hundred men from the Black Wind Stronghold battle had all entered the sect, so one could imagine how envious and jealous those around them were.

And now there was another opportunity; they were all from the bottom, covered in mud, who would hold back?

Yan Hua and Wu Feng, however, seemed unaffected, their gazes becoming firmer, their Sword Technique more fierce.

The Red Star Gang disciples who had originally surrounded the two also began to pounce toward the path of the incoming Hong Sect disciples. Their eyes flashed with fierce light, holding various weapons, rushing toward the enemy like a pack of hungry wolves.

These people were all strictly trained gang members; their combat skills and tacit cooperation were excellent, every movement filled with killing intent.

On the other side, the Hong Sect disciples met the enemy without fear. They wore black uniforms, held long sabers, their eyes firm and cold. They had tight cooperation, every attack as fast and accurate as lightning, making them impossible to resist.

This battle was exceptionally intense, both sides going back and forth, neither giving way. At every moment, people were injured or falling, but no one retreated. This was a life-and-death battle; only the victor could survive.

Under this dark night sky, the sounds of shouting and the clashing of blades intertwined, forming a thrilling symphony. The entire scene was bloody and tragic, making one shudder.

However, for these gang members, this was their way of life. They were accustomed to slaughter and blood, having long since disregarded life and death. In this world, power and status were the most important things, and they would stop at nothing for them.

Tonight, there was no probing, only slaughter. Both sides went all out, using the most cruel means to fight for victory. This was a war with no retreat; only one side could survive.