Chapter 436: One Against a Hundred! One Man Holds the Pass, Ten Thousand Cannot Crush Him!
"Surrender?"
Chen Ziyuan's expression turned strange as he glanced at the people beside him, and he couldn't help laughing out loud,
"It was my mistake to suspect you; Su Gang leader must be unable to sleep at night, so he's still daydreaming now?"
"You're alone, yet you expect the hundred of us to surrender?"
"Even if you have a machine gun today, you still won't die or stop!"
As soon as the murderous words were spoken, the people of Mingguang Building stepped forward one after another.
Determination and a murderous hue flashed in their eyes!
The grudges accumulated over so many years find an excellent chance for resolution today.
Having finally waited for this moment, would Chen Ziyuan let it slip?
Moreover, he had already learned from Liu Yan Song that the opponent possessed high‑purity gold.
Regardless of the feud, just for that alone he has no reason to spare Su Yang.
The world bustles, all for profit coming; the world throngs, all for profit going.
Killing a Su Yang does not satisfy the anger!
"So... you don't intend to surrender?" Su Yang lowered his gaze at the knife in his hand, gently stroking the blade, which reflected a glittering Radiance under the sun.
"Hmph, I'd like to see how you get out of this street!" Chen Ziyuan raised a Finger, saying coldly:
"Who takes his life will be rewarded fifty thousand!"
Before the people of Mingguang Building could react, Su Yang laughed out loud, "The relief money for my brothers under my command is no less than three hundred thousand; you, sir, are a bit too stingy."
"Or... in your eyes, is my Brain only worth that little?"
"Stop the idle talk with him, move quickly!" Liu Yan Song urged.
Suddenly, Su Yang struck first, dragging his Long Sword into Mingguang Building's territory, swinging fiercely at the foremost person.
Swish—
A flash of blade light sent a large, fine head soaring into the air.
After the strike, Su Yang moved extremely fast, turning back to thrust into a man's chest; the blade pierced his back and burst out suddenly!
In the blink of an eye, he instantly killed two people; the speed was shocking.
These seasoned Gang members didn't even see his attack clearly.
"Reward—one million!" Chen Ziyuan was both shocked and angry, immediately raising the bounty.
"Not enough," Su Yang shook his head, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, charging straight at the golden dragon!
The Tooth‑aching decapitation sounds rang continuously, echoing through streets and alleys.
One head after another rose into the air; headless corpses fell to the ground, staining the snowy faces red.
Three or five people seized the gap when Su Yang drew his blade, launching a sneak attack from the side and behind.
When a stick was only three inches away from the back of his Brain, Su Yang, as if his back had eyes, strangely bent and leapt over.
"What?!" the crowd exclaimed.
"A million money just to buy my life? I say that's not enough!" Su Yang flipped the sword hilt, thrusting backward into a man's Abdominal Cavity, the massive force brutally tearing through Intestine and belly, then immediately stabbing another man's abdomen.
Like a string of gourds, he instantly killed two people!
"Don't give him any room to act; all attack together!" Chen Ziyuan's complexion changed dramatically as he shouted the command.
Mingguang Building held a numerical advantage; even a mass charge could crush Su Yang to death.
Yet had they ever seen such a Purgatory‑like scene?
Brothers fell one by one, dying before their eyes, their fear beyond measure.
Some even had both hands and legs trembling constantly, unable to even draw breath.
Those blood‑red eyes were like a Asura under a snowy day, seizing the soul!
"No, don't..." The man, after just a glance from Su Yang, urinated his pants, dropped his weapon and ran away.
He left not a single shred of remembrance.
But before he could run a few steps, a wail was heard.
The head and body instantly separated.
This scene made the Mingguang Building crowd's Liver and Gallbladder both split.
"Deserter, behead!" Chen Ziyuan said coldly.
If even one person escaped successfully, the remaining would become timid.
Deserters are never allowed on the battlefield.
Chen Ziyuan deeply understood this; he swore not to cease until Su Yang was dead.
Thus, he raised the price again, "Kill Su Yang, reward five million!"
Under such a heavy bounty, greed at times diluted the fear.
"Kill!"
Dozens surged forward, like a black tide.
Su Yang gasped heavily, a smile at the corner of his Mouth, "Still not enough."
Facing the Crazy crowd alone, Su Yang lowered his Waist, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, shouted and charged!
Sss—
One slash cut off three heads; he raised his hand, gripping the blade aimed at the groin, and despite the pain, kicked forcefully at the sneak attacker's chest.
Accompanied by a muffled hum, the man flew out like a Cannonball, knocking down four or five people along the way, crashing heavily onto the snow.
"Bang!"
His back was suddenly struck with a dull club, yet Su Yang remained as still as the immovable deity, not moving a hair.
The person standing behind him had his eyes dyed red by Desire, Sight Su Yang like a person with nothing to do turned his head, and his gaze instantly cleared.
"How..."
Before the second half of the sentence could be finished, his Mouth was suddenly covered.
An unstoppable Resistance force yanked his whole body into the air, directly shielding Su Yang from a dozen attacks.
It lasted only a moment, and not a single piece of good flesh remained on his body.
Personally slashing the former brothers, these people didn't even pause, roaring as they swung their clubs.
Su Yang was battered by a tide‑like onslaught, retreating step by step, his body mottled blue and purple, and a scar ran from his Shoulder down to his Waist.
Although his physical quality was many times higher than that of an average adult.
But his body was not made of iron; being surrounded by so many, he gradually found it hard to withstand.
Seeing that he was about to Retreat back into the Six Directions Assembly territory, Su Yang let out a cold snort, stopped his motion, and with a hard slash turned his blade to cut down the person in front of him!
He disregarded his injuries, like a hungry wolf that selects its prey, dropping the knife in his hand and meeting weapons with bare fists.
Puff!
Suddenly, a Long Sword pierced his thigh, and blood poured out instantly.
Su Yang stared at the knife‑wielder, gave a snarling smile, "Enjoying it?"
Despite his severe wounds, he still had the strength to stand, which gave the remaining Mingguang Building followers a great shock.
"The hand‑craving is over, now it's my turn."
Saying that, Su Yang hammered his fist onto his Nose bridge.
"Ah!!"
The Nose bone instantly shattered into several pieces, the intense sourness and pain drilled straight into the Brain.
Su Yang seemed like an ever‑running Machine, the more he fought the braver, his stamina seemed endless.
Chen Ziyuan had never seen a human as hard to deal with as a Fierce Beast; at this moment a Giant Wave rose in his heart.
At this moment, he finally realized that Liu Yansong's words were not false.
The more than fifty people from Donghai Hall, he challenged them alone!
"Su Kang, what kind of Monster did you raise after all?"
The number of fallen people kept increasing, and the whole road was strewn with corpses in every direction.
He picked up his knife again, chopping forcefully again and again.
At times he cleanly cut off a hand, at times he split a person's belly open, at times he sliced the Neck in half…
He could no longer count how many injuries he had sustained, nor how many people he had killed.
Now in the Brain there is only one thought, that is—Kill!
Liu Yansong looked at the blood‑soaked silhouette, his fear thick, "Brother Chen, let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"As long as the green mountains remain, we need not worry about firewood; Jinshan City is so vast, is there still no place for you and me to reside? If truly impossible, leaving the city is not unheard of either."
Puff!
Su Yang seized the Neck of the last person, raised his sword to pierce his heart, and flung him aside.
Then he turned his head toward the two, said lightly, "Gentlemen, are we done talking?"
End of Chapter
