Chapter 809: Better surrender, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit

Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he focused on guarding; he was alone now, and the opponent was a group of well-trained experts; how difficult it was to snatch someone from these people's hands.

However, Su Chen had no fear at all; since he had come, he had to try to be satisfied, otherwise, wouldn't he have made the trip in vain?

"Brat, I advise you to surrender!" The masked leader said sinisterly.

Su Chen snorted coldly and didn't respond, just clenched 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 of people, he had to fight at least one round 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 in a deep voice, and then took the lead in launching an attack.

The masked leader's figure turned into a residual shadow and disappeared in an instant; when he appeared again, he had arrived at Su Chen's flank, his right palm forming a claw, grabbing toward Su Chen's throat.

The speed was extremely fast!

Su Chen's pupils contracted, feeling a danger approaching, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, but it was still a step too late.

Only a *shredding* sound was heard, and a flower of blood immediately bloomed on his shoulder blade; his entire arm was almost crippled.

This masked man's strength was actually not inferior to Su Chen's; if Su Chen hadn't reacted fast enough, he would have likely lost his life on the spot.

"Damn it!"

The intense pain was heart-piercing; Su Chen cursed inwardly, and before he could catch his breath, another masked man had approached his side, holding a short spear and thrusting it fiercely.

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

Su Chen hurriedly reached out and grabbed the tail of the short spear, pulling it fiercely; the short spear flew out of the man's hand.

However, the man seized the opportunity to lean in, punching with his left fist, aiming straight for Su Chen's ribs.

Su Chen's expression changed, and he hurriedly let go and retreated.

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

"Stinky brat, go to hell!"

A masked man seized the opportunity to pounce; Su Chen hurriedly turned defense into offense, smashing an elbow into the man's abdomen; only a crisp *crack* was heard, and the man fell straight to the ground, no longer moving.

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

Not only that, Su Chen discovered that all eight of them carried a strange object; that object looked like metal and felt hard to the touch, but it was exceptionally tough; ordinary blades and swords couldn't cause the slightest damage to it.

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 origin of these guys?

Su Chen felt suspicious, but obviously, this was not the time to consider these things.

The remaining six rushed over in unison.

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

Once trapped in the encirclement, Su Chen would be in trouble. ===== CHAPTER 811 =====