Chapter 423: Seeking Defeat

Under the shroud of the early sun's soft yet somewhat chilly radiance,

Wuying Martial Arts Hall, famous in Qingxi County for specializing in Leg Technique, was at this moment like a cursed slaughterhouse.

A thick, almost tangible scent of slaughter and blood was spreading without restraint.

Han Lei personally led a team of well-trained soldiers, surrounding Wuying Martial Arts Hall so tightly not even a drop of water could pass through.

Han Lei held a long halberd, which shimmered with a cold, grim luster under the early sun, resembling a steel dragon ready to choose someone to devour at any moment.

Following the resistance within the hall, Han Lei's figure wove through the hall at will; wherever he went, the people of the hall were routed like autumn leaves swept by the wind.

Every time he swung the long halberd, a powerful whistling sound exploded like muffled thunder, and the air currents stirred by the halberd shaft threw the surroundings into chaos.

To be able to wield a weapon like a long halberd, one must be a person of immense strength.

Facing Han Lei's overwhelming and fierce attacks, the people of the hall had no power to parry, instantly falling under his halberd like fragile ants.

In the end, the powerless Wuying Hall Master also collapsed heavily to the ground. However, looking at the wreckage and defeat before him, Han Lei felt no satisfaction, only finding such a battle as tasteless as chewing wax, far from the craving for the thrill of combat in his heart.

In his bloodthirsty eyes, which were like those of a starving wolf, there was nothing but longing and deep disdain for these opponents.

"Withdraw, next one." Han Lei spat out the words coldly, his voice sounding as if it came from the Nine Nether Hells, devoid of a shred of warmth.

Han Lei did not stop his murderous pace, and with a heart full of seemingly inextinguishable malice, he continued toward the next target like a fierce beast patrolling its territory.

When they passed by Li Family Restaurant, the seemingly ordinary waiters inside, whether out of innate courage or ignorance of the situation, resolutely attempted to resist the Red Lotus Sect soldiers.

They even tangled back and forth with the soldiers.

Seeing this scene, a flash of undisguised contempt crossed Han Lei's eyes, as if he were looking at a group of ants overestimating their own strength.

With a casual wave of his large hand, the wolf-like and tiger-like personal guards behind him charged into the flock of sheep like fierce tigers, pouncing toward the waiters.

"So slow, what a disgrace." Han Lei was somewhat dissatisfied with his soldiers.

But just then, Han Lei sensed something unusual. Among this group of seemingly ordinary waiters, there was one whose Blood Qi was different from the rest.

Han Lei was suddenly intrigued, like a hunter who had discovered prey.

"A rat?" he whispered, his voice light but carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Han Lei's figure stopped abruptly, his gaze as hot and sharp as a torch, locking tightly onto the waiter who was trying his best to hide his own Blood Qi and attempting to sneak away in the chaos.

"Hmph, finally, a decent one has come." The corners of Han Lei's mouth slowly hooked into a cruel and expectant sneer, as if announcing the start of an interesting game.

Immediately after, the long halberd in Han Lei's hand seemed to be imbued with life, dancing ever more fiercely, and a chilling cold light flashed through the air like lightning, heading straight for that waiter.

That waiter was no ordinary person either; his figure was agile and nimble, and facing Han Lei's thunderous onslaught, he actually managed to dodge it skillfully.

Seeing this, Han Lei was secretly amazed in his heart; he truly could not have imagined that such a Martial Artist with such skills would be hidden within this seemingly ordinary little restaurant.

"Hmph, interesting."

Han Lei chuckled, dismounted and entered, his figure roaming within the restaurant, the long halberd turning into streaks of afterimages, weaving an airtight net that enveloped the waiter.

Although the waiter's figure was agile, facing the full pressure of an expert like Han Lei, he gradually began to struggle.

He was secretly shocked, not expecting Han Lei's strength to be so formidable, far exceeding his expectations.

The battle between the two became increasingly intense; the tables, chairs, bowls, and dishes in the restaurant scattered and splashed during the fierce clash, turning into fragments.

The surrounding Red Lotus Sect soldiers and restaurant waiters had long since hidden to the side, shivering and not daring to move.

This is a Martial Artist; once they let go, even the aftermath is not something an Ordinary person can withstand.

The two figures constantly crossed paths within the restaurant, each clash accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Tyrant Halberd!" Unable to win after a long attack, Han Lei stopped holding back; once the ultimate move was unleashed, his Blood Qi and physical strength doubled.

"Ah!" The waiter clutched his arm with one hand, blood dripping everywhere.

"Men, bring this Martial Artist up."

Looking at the injured and captured Martial Artist, Han Lei asked with interest: "You are likely from the Li Family, right?"

The Martial Artist lowered his head, remaining silent.

Han Lei laughed: "It doesn't matter, my sect's great army has already laid out a net from heaven to earth; you cannot escape even with wings. Now, I ask and you answer, who has the highest Martial Dao strength in this Qingxi County?"

That member of the Li Family originally did not want to speak, but seeing the general before him so full of interest, he hesitated instead: "That would naturally be Tieshan Martial Arts Hall; the Martial Arts Hall Master Wang Tieshan has a tyrannical Blade Technique, and his disciples are involved in the black market. The entire underground black market has long been occupied by the Hong Sect, making the Hong Sect the uncrowned king of Qingxi County. With their numerous members and great strength, they are second to none."

Han Lei asked for the Hong Sect's address and laughed loudly as he chopped off the head of the person before him. Having obtained the information he wanted, there was naturally no need to keep him; he was just a defeated opponent anyway.

Han Lei stood amidst the wreckage, his face full of disdain, muttering incessantly: "Weak, weak, weak, simply unable to withstand a single blow! Why can't I encounter a few opponents who can resist stubbornly,

and play with me properly? Why is it so difficult for me to break through this damned realm??" The voice echoed in the silent street, full of arrogance and helplessness.

Immediately, Han Lei quickly left Wuying Martial Arts Hall, heading toward the next target—Tieshan Martial Arts Hall—like a starving wolf.

When he stepped into Tieshan Martial Arts Hall, he was surprised to find that there was not a single Martial Artist in the hall, which instantly ignited the anger in his heart.

In a fit of rage, he grabbed a few waiters who were greedily searching for valuables, and with a swing of his halberd, the poor waiters didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before they fell into a pool of blood, becoming the sacrificial victims of his venting.

Next destination, the Hong Sect headquarters.