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A swordsman in green holding his sword slowly stepped forward, blocking in front of Yang Ge, "You’ve picked a fight; we’re here to settle it. What makes you think you can act so recklessly?"
Yang Ge, "Oh? Is this your rule?"
The swordsman in green, "The rules of Jianghu."
Yang Ge, "But I’m not from Jianghu."
The swordsman in green, "Then all the more reason you shouldn’t have provoked our Changfeng Gang!"
Yang Ge, "If I recall correctly, I didn’t harm Ling Guan’s life, did I?"
The swordsman in green let out a light breath and spoke calmly, "If you’ve tarnished the Changfeng Gang’s reputation, you must pay with your life."
Yang Ge took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, "Is there room for negotiation? I can offer silver, whatever the Li Family is paying, I can match it."
The swordsman in green shook his head sorrowfully, "You are a man indeed. If it were something else, we could let it slide, but alas... A man without his word stands for nothing!"
Hearing this, Yang Ge’s last bit of patience finally wore out.
He dragged his sword forward, "You lot are really disgusting..."
The hand holding the sword trembled violently, so much so that the blade swung left and right on the stone ground, making a sharp, piercing noise.
The swordsman in green locked eyes with him, a sense of alarm rising within him.
He cautiously didn’t advance but instead raised his left hand and waved towards Yang Ge.
The next second, several low mechanical whirring sounds rang out at once.
Yang Ge immediately dodged into the shadows under the eaves of a nearby house, and a number of crossbow arrows the length of a forearm shot into where he had just been standing.
The swordsman in green was quick to react, stomping his foot and sliding backward.
But his speed was not as fast as Yang Ge’s!
Yang Ge emerged from the shadows with a delayed lead, cutting through with his sword, the blade gleaming like a bolt of silk.
The swordsman in green swung his sword like a crescent moon, breaking through the light of the blade.
Yang Ge charged at him, his willow-leaf saber flashing like lightning towards the swordsman in green’s throat.
The swordsman in green couldn’t dodge in time, ducking down to stab at Yang Ge’s chest.
Yang Ge dodged the sword’s edge by turning sideways, his own saber thrown off course and missing.
Just then, seven or eight figures rushed in from all directions, their swords and sabers all greeting Yang Ge.
Yang Ge stomped, shooting into the air, and with all his Inner Qi, he chopped at the crowd below with his saber.
In an instant, the light of the saber exploded like a waterfall, cascading straight down!
"Bang!"
A head the size of a fight flew into the air, and the immense force suddenly sent many of the attacking men in black flying.
Yang Ge landed, his body splattered by the blood spurting from the headless corpse.
That blood...
Hot, sticky.
It sprayed everywhere.
Yang Ge felt a chill in his heart, as if suddenly becoming alert. He looked at his hands, his heartbeat accelerating violently, his eyes instantly reddening, "You... really deserve to die!"
He charged towards the swordsman in green, his robust Inner Qi spilling out of his saber like floodwater bursting through a dam, and the slender blade turned into a dazzling flurry of light that enveloped the swordsman in green.
Seeing this, the swordsman in green’s hair almost stood on end. He frantically swung his long sword like a windmill, desperately trying to parry the shower of gleaming saber light bearing down on him, "What the hell are you staring at? Help me out here!"
He shouted desperately as he retreated.
But those around him, seeing the frenzied surge of saber light like waves, neither dared to approach nor did they know how to intervene.
After all, with the two men locked in combat and the lighting dim, they could hardly tell friend from foe...
"Clang clang clang..."
The sword and saber collided furiously, creating sparks.
The swordsman in green exerted all his might but was still being relentlessly driven back by Yang Ge’s wild hacking and slashing, barely managing to defend.
Yang Ge swung his saber madly, venting all the pent-up negative emotions bottled up inside him.
But the negative emotions he had been suppressing were too numerous, too intense.
This sudden outburst was like a flood peak surging past, overwhelming the dam.
He couldn’t control himself anymore...
"Bastard, face me!"
Yang Ge roared as he summoned up all his strength and delivered a massive chop with his saber.
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The swordsman clad in blue, knowing he couldn’t block the incoming blow, still had to desperately muster all his Inner Qi to execute an upward strike with his sword.
"Clang!"
The collision between the sword and the blade, unadorned and straightforward, resulted in both snapping into two pieces and flying off.
Although the blue-clad swordsman’s strength was far inferior to Yang Ge’s, the sword he wielded was a rarely-seen masterpiece, worth several hundred pieces of Silver, the kind that was.
Yang Ge was far stronger than the blue-clad swordsman, but the blade in his hand was just some rubbish war pickings he had smoothly taken from Drum and Bell Alley, the kind that could buy a basketful for ten pieces of Silver.
With the long sword broken, the blue-clad swordsman’s momentum had vanished into thin air, his body nearly collapsing.
Yet Yang Ge surged forward, seizing the arm of the blue-clad swordsman with one hand, swung him up, and harshly smashed him into the stone pavement through an arc in midair.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Yang Ge maniacally tossed the blue-clad swordsman about, flinging him around in a frenzy, sending stone chips flying, blood and flesh soaring.
In mere moments, the blue-clad swordsman had lost all human shape.
However, Yang Ge showed no sign of stopping, still swinging the unrecognizable mass, smashing it wildly to the left and right.
The black-clad men holding swords and seen this scene quivered like noodles, not one daring to step forward.
"Bang."
Finally disintegrating, the blue-clad swordsman lay broken; Yang Ge, holding an arm segment, suddenly lifted his head to look at the black-dressed men.
Although it was too dark to see Yang Ge’s appearance clearly, all five black-clad men felt as if they saw a pair of crimson eyes similar to a wild beast’s.
Just like discarding trash, Yang Ge tossed away the severed limb in his hand, and without a word, he bolted toward the black-clad men.
"Run!"
One of the black-clad men screamed in terror, and like birds scattering from a beast, they fled in all directions.
Unable to give chase in five directions at once, Yang Ge could only lock onto the man who had just shouted, followed him over a rooftop, quickly caught up, kicked away the soft and feeble long blade offered in resistance, grabbed and twisted his neck, swung him off from the roof beam and smashed him hard onto the ground.
"Thud."
A heavy dull sound came as the black-clad man couldn’t struggle at all; his body went limp in an instant.
Yet it seemed as though Yang Ge hadn’t noticed, continuing to fling him around and smashing left and right...
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"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang."
The bloodied, unrecognizable object was smashed onto the stone pavement over and over again.
And with it, the hearts of many who were discreetly watching were also being struck.
The stones cracked under the impact.
The sight made people’s eyelids twitch and their throats parched.
It was only when the object Yang Ge was swinging around had once again been reduced to a single arm that he finally stopped.
Clutching the arm tightly, he gasped for breath, gasped for breath.
After a few moments, he suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted, "Zhang Mazi is here, who dares to kill me!"
"Zhang Mazi is here, who dares to kill me!"
"Zhang Mazi is here, who dares to kill me!"
He roared three times, each louder than the last.
It was like the raging bellow of fury.
And like the wail of despair.
The roar echoed through the deserted streets, igniting light after light.
Innumerable men, brushing aside the entreaties of their wives, grabbed their own kitchen knives, firewood axes, carrying poles, and manure scoops, left their homes, gathered along the main road, and flooded toward the source of the sound.
Lu Ting awakened…
Yang Ge picked up the long blade dropped by the black-clad man, still panting, yet he continued to wait in the same place.
He waited a long while, but the people to kill him did not come.
Instead, he was greeted by the loud shouts of Fang Ke: "The imperial law enforcers are to arrest the bandit Zhang Mazi, all unrelated bystanders should avoid at once!"
He, too, shouted three times, each with more righteousness and conviction than the last.
After the third call, heavy and orderly footsteps appeared at the end of the street, marching toward Yang Ge’s position at a steady pace.
Of course, from the perspective of the onlookers, this was a group of burly, fully armed imperial guards, forming a battle array and steadily advancing toward him...
Hearing Fang Ke’s shout, Yang Ge’s mind finally cleared up a bit; he took a deep breath, drew his blade, leapt onto a nearby bungalow, and made a break for Drum and Bell Alley.