Chapter 423: Just surrender, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit

Su Hang’s eyes narrowed slightly, concentrating in defense. He was alone, and the other side was a group of well-trained experts; wanting to snatch someone from these people’s hands was easier said than done.

However, Su Hang had no fear at all. Since he had already come, he had to try, or else wouldn’t he have made the trip in vain?

“Brat, I advise you to just surrender!” the masked leader said sinisterly.

Su Hang snorted coldly and didn’t respond, only clenching his fists, ready for battle.

He was not surprised by this situation; after all, he had heard similar warnings many times.

It was just that for him to surrender was absolutely impossible. Even if he couldn’t beat this group, he at least had to fight a battle first.

“Brat, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Since you are looking for death, don’t blame us!” the masked leader shouted angrily, then took the initiative to attack.

The masked leader’s figure turned into a blur and vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he had arrived at Su Hang’s flank, his right palm forming a claw, grabbing toward Su Hang’s throat.

The speed was extremely fast!

Su Hang’s pupils contracted, feeling a danger approaching. He hurriedly turned to dodge, but he was still a step too late.

With a *shredding* sound, a flower of blood bloomed on his shoulder blade, and his entire arm was nearly crippled.

This masked man’s strength was actually not inferior to Su Hang’s. If Su Hang hadn’t reacted quickly enough, he would likely have lost his life on the spot.

“Damn it!”

The pain was heart-wrenching. Su Hang cursed inwardly, and before he could breathe, another masked man had already closed in, holding a short spear and thrusting it fiercely.

The short spear was sharp, and the speed was even faster.

Su Hang hurriedly reached out and grabbed the end of the short spear shaft, pulling hard, and the short spear was snatched away.

However, that person seized the opportunity to lean in, punching with his left fist, aiming straight for Su Hang’s ribs.

Su Hang’s expression changed, and he hurriedly let go and retreated.

Although he dodged the punch, the sleeve of his right arm was sliced off, revealing white bone, and a streak of blood seeped out, staining the sleeve red.

“Stinky brat, go to hell!”

A masked man lunged over. Su Hang hurriedly turned defense into offense, smashing an elbow into that person’s abdomen. With a crisp *crack*, the man fell straight to the ground and stopped moving.

There were eight people in total, all of them experts with high Wu Gong.

Not only that, Su Hang discovered that all eight of them carried a strange object. The object looked like metal, felt hard to the touch, but was exceptionally tough; ordinary blades couldn’t damage it in the slightest.

Those masked men seemed to have realized this too, so they basically didn’t hold those metal weapons in their hands but hid them in their bosoms.

What was the background of these guys?

Su Hang was puzzled, but clearly, this was not the time to consider such things.

The remaining six rushed over in unison.

These six coordinated tacitly, each occupying a position, surrounding Su Hang in the middle. Su Hang saw this and guessed they must have practiced some kind of combined attack technique.

Once trapped in the encirclement, Su Hang would be in trouble. ===== CHAPTER 812 =====

Just at this moment, a cold glint swept over. Su Hang reacted extremely quickly, hurriedly turning to dodge, but a short dagger grazed his shoulder, tearing his clothes and leaving a bloody scratch.

After resting for a moment, Zhang Zhang Wuji also hurriedly helped Su Hang fight, but the effect was minimal.

After all, they were Fourth-Rank Martial Masters; with the two of them joining forces, they were still no match for the six-man encirclement.

Su Hang’s physical strength was gradually failing, his body was exhausted, and his head felt dizzy. He felt he couldn’t hold on much longer; if they continued to fight like this, defeat was certain. ===== CHAPTER 813 =====

Damn it!

Su Hang cursed inwardly. Who were these guys, and why did they want to kill him?

Suddenly, Su Hang had a flash of inspiration.

Since the other side wanted to kill him to silence him, why didn’t he just go with the flow and use the situation to his advantage?

Thinking of this, Su Hang’s heart suddenly cleared. Su Hang deliberately exposed a flaw.

Seeing this, that person was overjoyed and hurriedly pressed the attack. Su Hang seized the opportunity to perform a side-sliding step, dodging the fatal blow, and then quickly fled to the side.

The masked men were all stunned; none of them had expected Su Hang to choose to flee.

However, soon, everyone chased after him. At this moment, Su Hang suddenly turned and doubled back.

“Huh?”

The masked men were all astonished. Su Hang actually dared to come back to die?

This was simply overestimating his own capabilities.

Su Hang ignored them, lunging over and sweeping out with a heavy leg.

“*Pa~~*”

A masked man was caught off guard, kicked in the waist and abdomen, and flew horizontally on the spot, falling to the ground several meters away, unable to even crawl up.

The remaining five were all stunned, clearly not expecting Su Hang to take the initiative to attack.

Su Hang did not stop, immediately kicking out again, kicking three people away in one encounter. The last one hurriedly blocked, but still couldn’t resist, being kicked seven or eight *zhang* away.

The remaining masked man was dazed on the spot, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Su Hang. How could this brat be so fierce?

“Bang!”

Just as he was surprised, his spine suddenly suffered a heavy blow. A huge force came, and his whole person flew out as if riding the clouds.

Falling heavily to the ground, the masked man’s body went limp, and he spat out a mouthful of thick, fishy sweetness before fainting.

A kill in one move?

Su Hang was stunned. The strength of these guys was really no joke. Although he had used his full strength in that kick just now, he hadn’t used internal energy, so logically it shouldn’t have been enough to injure that person, yet he simply couldn’t withstand it.

“Bastard!”

The remaining two masked men reacted, jumping with rage, and both raised their sabers to kill Su Hang. The saber light flickered, intersecting into a net, blocking all of Su Hang’s retreat paths.

Su Hang snorted coldly, unhurried, holding his iron saber in one hand and slashing toward the two.

The two came from left and right, waving their weapons to parry.

Sparks flew, and the two short sabers collided with Su Hang’s iron saber, emitting a crisp sound. The two short sabers were actually snapped in two, and the men’s webs between thumb and forefinger were cracked, blood dripping.

The two were terrified and hurriedly withdrew their sabers. Su Hang took the opportunity to thrust his saber, and with a *pfft*, it pierced straight through one person’s chest, blood spraying.

It splashed all over Su Hang. Su Hang shook it off and threw the person to the ground, looking quite disheveled.

Having finished off one with a single saber strike, the remaining person didn’t dare to tangle with Su Hang anymore. Scared out of his wits, he turned and fled.

“Want to leave? Stay here for me!”

Su Hang shouted sharply, swinging his short saber in a circle and hacking down.

Amidst screams, the man was cut in half at the waist, his intestines spilling all over the ground.

On the other side, Zhang Zhang Wuji was fighting fiercely with one person. He had practiced the *Nine Yang Divine Art* for several months, and his strength had reached its peak. Plus, this set of formation techniques was quite ancient and rich in combat experience, so he quickly forced that person to retreat step by step.

Eventually, outnumbered, Zhang Zhang Wuji stumbled, and a long bloody gash was cut across his chest, the flesh and skin rolling outward.

Zhang Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and looked up at Su Hang, only to see Su Hang fighting three people, the situation precarious.

“Amitabha!” ===== CHAPTER 814 =====