Chapter 22 Section Eleven

In the open space in front of the main entrance of the "General Ledger Building", a very strange situation appeared: In the south of the clearing, a pointed formation was formed, which was the people of the "Great Tree Hall", and the one standing on the tip of the battle formation was of course the sickle head.He has a bare upper body full of tattoos, and his long hair is tied into a ponytail with a cloth belt - his appearance is very similar to what he looked like when he played in the "fighting horns" in the prison of the floating city.Two young subordinates stood beside him, wiping the blood glued on his chest, abdomen, arms, head and face with a wet cloth—other people's blood.Liang Zhuang was behind him, squatting halfway to wash the long scimitar that had just killed thirty-eight people with clean water.

The members of the sickle head are all imposing.They were unscathed, and they attacked the core of "Twenty-Eight Shops" without even slashing, relying on this god-like man in front.There was no trace of wartime tension on their faces, and they seemed to be intoxicated in a mysterious atmosphere.They witnessed everything that happened in the streets of the market just now.They believe devoutly that as long as they follow in this man's footsteps, they cannot be injured or die. Nearly half of the more than two hundred people are under the age of twenty.They were members of the "Champions of Fighters" from Piaocheng, and each of them neatly wrapped their foreheads and fists with black cloth belts.Since the Battle of Piaocheng last winter, Lian Shou personally selected these 100 people, handed them over to Wu Chaoyi for training for half a year, and Di Bin arranged to send them to the capital a month ago to become a personal soldier of Lian Shou.This is their first actual combat. Although they haven't been able to see their combat strength yet, their discipline and courage have not been compared with other "big tree hall" veterans.

Some "Dashutang" veterans have joined the gang since the "Xing Leng'er" era, and have seen the "Guanzhong Great Battle".They were also very worried about these recruits at first, but now they all showed expressions of satisfaction and approval.After all, in group battles, morale and discipline are more decisive than individual combat power. ——Of course Kasame himself is an exception. On the north side of the open space facing the "General Ledger Building" with its back is the lineup of "28pu General League", plus more than a dozen guards from "Lianchang Shuilu" and "Yufang".They lined up in rows and confronted the "big tree hall".

Standing in the middle of the long row are Tong Bayun and Sun Kegang.Tong Bayun held a wide and short machete behind his back in his left hand, and held two flying knives between his right fingers; the big hammer on Sun Kegang's right hand hung down his leg, and the hammer head rested on the sand.The two stood side by side without talking.They had never met formally in the past, but each had heard of the other's reputation.In these moments, it's always a relief to be able to play alongside someone who's proven to be good. Sun Ke just twisted his neck, but he always felt that the wooden frame of his chin hindered his movements.He bit his lower lip, then yanked the shelf off with his left hand.The cracked jawbone that had been half healed made a rattling sound, and the purple-blue swollen area expanded again.Sun Kegang took the severe pain as a strong medicine to stimulate his fighting spirit.He stared fiercely at the scythe that was dozens of feet away.

In the entire capital, Sun Kegang was the only one who could not die in the face of the "three-eyed" scimitar-so no one dared to make fun of his broken jaw. Sun Kegang is an old Jianghu, not a person who easily believes in legends.He has personally participated in many blood fights, and has seen many masters fall in a pool of blood.No matter how strong a person is, they only have two arms and two legs, and they are just a pile of bones and flesh and blood.If there are really immortal men in the world, Sun Kegang thinks there are only two: the young Pang Wenying; and the ghostly Zhang Shuai.

——But he began to believe that the sickle in front of him was the third one... Among the leaders of "San Tiao Zuo", only Ba Zhui did not stay on the building to watch the battle.He didn't bring an awl, so he picked the heaviest hexagonal iron rod from the arsenal of "Twenty-eight Shop", but he still felt it was too light. Sun Kegang knew that it was impossible for Ba Zhui to stand at the back of the battle formation, so he didn't make a sound.But the leader is almost sixty years old after all.If there is a scuffle later, he is determined to follow Ba Zhui closely.

The other nearly 300 men from the "Twenty-Eight Shop" were also holding all kinds of weapons.Nearly one-third of them are already old, with a pampered belly. Since the "Sanjoza" surrendered to "Toyoshi Takashi", it has lost its appeal to young people who want to go to the underworld for more than ten years, and it is no longer able to replenish new blood. Most of the existing younger generation are just members of the previous generation. nephew or relative. People in "San Tiao Zuo" have always believed that since the end of the underworld war fifteen years ago, the underground order in the capital has stabilized, and they will never see another war in their lifetime. Many members of the "Twenty-Eight Shop" have only done market business since joining the gang, and have never done anything to kill someone with a knife.It's not that they don't know that the gang's power comes from violence, but the long-term peace makes them forget the essence of the underworld.

Even so, they did not panic, nor did their morale slacken.Guicifang Market is their home.In order to protect this home, they have made plans to fight to the death.Tong Bayun was worried before whether the bones of his subordinates had been softened by An Yi, but now he was proud of them. Tong Bayun also became the "pile hand" of "Twenty-Eight Shop" because of inheriting his father's business.Because he was young, he missed the great war fifteen years ago. He always felt that God was unfair to him, and his skill and commanding ability were buried by peace.He even once secretly prayed for another war.Only now did he understand how naive his thoughts were.If he had a choice, he absolutely did not want to see this war that might destroy the "Twenty-Eight Shop".

Tong Bayun has a deeper understanding of another thing: he was so eager to show his ability in battle; but when the real war came, he seemed so powerless. He looked to the east of the clearing.The people who can sway this war are out there. The third battle formation in the east is the smallest, with only a few dozen people, all of whom are riding horses. It seems that they are just spectators rather than participants in this battle.However, their appearance caused the confronters from the South and the North to stand still for a long time. Because the leader of this cavalry team was the man of a different race who made Tong Bayun hate him so much that he wanted to shoot his heart with a throwing knife a few days ago.

Meng Zhen took Mao Gonglei and a group of followers, and sat quietly on the saddle without moving.Their weapons were not drawn, but hung on their waists, backs, or saddles.Behind Mao Gonglei's saddle was a huge long black cloth bag. Mengzhen noticed Tong Bayun's gaze, and looked at him from a distance, with a calming smile on his bearded mouth.Tong Bayun was dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond, so he nodded slightly. Meng Zhen pulled the reins, and approached the "San Tiao Zuo" camp on his own, and didn't stop until ten steps away. "I'm sorry." Meng Zhen didn't shout, but the loud voice was clearly heard by the people in "San Tiao Zuo". "I can only bring my own people. There are only so many."

"What are you here for?" Tong Bayun spoke with a vigilant expression. "For the oath between 'Toyoshi Takashi' and 'Sanjoza'." Meng Zhen turned the horse's head as he said that, ignoring the surprised eyes of the "San Tiao Zuo" people, and approached the camp of the sickle head. "Please withdraw your troops." Meng Zhen looked directly at the sickle head, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing. "Enough blood has been shed today." Lian Shou waved his hand, signaling the two "boxing champions" who were wiping his blood to step back. "Is this an order from 'Toyoshi Takashi'? Or is it just you?" Mengzhen was silent for a while, then spread his hands. "It doesn't matter. Here today, if you want to kill those people behind me, please step over my body first." Tong Bayun, Sun Kegang and Ba Zhui stared at Meng Zhen's back posture spread into a cross while sitting on the saddle with hot eyes that seemed to be burning.They and other subordinates felt that the original fear and tension seemed to have subsided a lot. ——It would be nice to die with such a man... Sickle's face was unmoved in the slightest.Liang Zhuang hurried forward with the scimitar in his arms, and extended the handle of the knife to the right side of the sickle.Sickle shook his head. "You are embarrassing me like this." Lian Shou said coldly. "This attack was ordered by the boss. I want to take thirty-one heads back." Of course, he was referring to the shop owners of the "Twenty-eight Shops General League", Lin Jiuren, Cui Ding and Ba Zhui. "Unless there is a better reason to withdraw troops, I have no choice but to kill you on the spot." Lian Shou said with ease as if he was chatting with Meng Zhen. Meng Zhen just scratched his beard and responded with a smile: "Okay. I will give you a reason. That is: if you continue to fight, those brothers behind you will lose a lot." The eyebrow on the right side of the sickle raised. "This is impossible." His voice was full of strong confidence.The "boxing champions" behind him also laughed. "It's possible—if there's someone here you can't beat." "you?" At the same time Meng Zhen shook his head, Mao Gonglei had already rode his horse to his side.He jumped down from the saddle and took off his robe, revealing his round and light-brown muscles. The strange beast tattoo on his chest glistened with sweat. He took off the black cloth bag on the back of the saddle, untied the rope at the mouth of the bag, and revealed a stick with a strange shape: it was more than four feet long, and the end of the handle was only as thick as a wine glass, but it gradually became thicker as it went up, until The top is as big as a human head; the shape of the black rod is extremely ugly, as if it is covered with tumors, and there are several more protruding organs that look like deformities; the whole body is dull in color, and it is impossible to see what material it is made of. "It's been a long time since I waved this thing on the battlefield." Mao Gonglei held the stick in one hand and danced a few times with ease.But the whistling sound of breaking wind showed that the stick was very heavy. Sickle grinned.That smile is like a child seeing a new toy.He stretched out his right hand, and Liang Zhuan passed the handle of the knife again. Meng Zhen also got off his horse, took the reins of himself and Mao Gonglei's mounts left and right, and returned to the east position.After walking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and said, "Gong Lei, be careful." Mao Gonglei plucked his curly long hair and nodded, but his eyes did not leave the sickle in front of him. Sickle also waved his hand back, signaling his subordinates to step back further. Hundreds of pairs of eyes in the open space and on the "ledger building" are all watching the two shirtless figures in the center.Kamako felt like it was just another "fight"—only this one with higher stakes than any he'd fought in the past. "Do you know Mao Gonglei?" Tong Bayun watched the two nervously, and asked Sun Kegang next to him in a low voice. "I've only met him a few times on the street. I haven't heard of him having any achievements." When Sun Kegang replied, his jaw felt pain again. "I only heard that his father, Mao Danxin, was a tough guy. He was caught by the enemy back then, tortured in every way, and he didn't utter a single word when he died." Barry was very worried.He is well aware of Sun Kegang's weight—and therefore also understands the horror of the "three eyes"; if Mao Gonglei really had the ability to fight against the "three eyes", he would have deterred the underworld in the capital long ago, why hasn't he made a name yet?People only know that he is one of the two dogs following Rong Xiaoshan's ass... Lian Shou and Mao Gonglei looked at each other without blinking.When people didn't realize it, the distance between the two had narrowed.The sickle put the machete in front of his chest, pointing the tip obliquely between Mao Gonglei's eyebrows; Mao Gonglei put the black stick on his left shoulder, gently holding the center of the stick with his left hand, ready to swing horizontally at any time. The two continued to approach each other with very small steps, the length of the weapons in their hands was almost the same, and they were about to reach the distance where they had to attack—— At the same moment, Lian Shou and Mao Gonglei swung their weapons backhand and slashed at the opponent's head and neck with exactly the same movement! The scimitar and the black stick collided violently halfway.Both right palms felt numb.The knives and sticks rebounded separately. The two of them seemed to have made an agreement, and at the same time, they took advantage of the power of the rebound to turn around to their left, turning into a forehand horizontal slash, the movements were still exactly the same. The knives and sticks clashed again.Hundreds of people on the field exclaimed at the same time. This time, both of them took two steps back before releasing the strong recoil force.They looked at each other in amazement at the same time - it was an extremely rare situation for both of them that their full attack was forcibly blocked by the opponent. ——But Lian Shou was less surprised than Mao Gonglei.After all, he once faced Nongchai, the "power of ten lions", and has experience in fighting enemies stronger than himself. Because of this small difference, the sickle's head recovered a little faster than Mao Gonglei.He took a step forward, holding the long scimitar in both hands and slashed vertically towards the top of Mao Gonglei's head! It was too late for Mao Gonglei to fight back, so he could only hold the long stick horizontally on his head with both hands, forcibly holding the blade. "Oops!" Tong Bayun couldn't help but blurted out. Meng Zhen, who was watching from a distance, seemed unusually calm. The knife and stick struck again, but this time they didn't bounce back. The blade hit a groove in the middle of the black stick, and it got stuck and couldn't move. Lian Shou judged that this was not accidental—it was Mao Gonglei who accurately used the part of the black stick to block it. Mao Gonglei used a strange technique, grasping both ends of the black stick tightly with both palms, twisting it back and forth like a rowing oar—— The curved blade snapped from the center with a "snap"! Scythe's eyes widened in astonishment, and his body retreated sharply. Mao Gonglei is obviously very proficient in this twisting lock move, the black stick didn't stop, it spun half a circle on the right side of the body, and pressed down vertically towards the sickle's head in front! The black shadow of the head of the club has come to the forehead of the sickle.He knew it was too late to back off.Both legs stopped immediately and squatted into a lunge, the broken knife was thrown with the right hand, and the palms were raised to meet—— The black stick stopped just an inch before the sickle's head.Behind him came the exclamation of "boxing champions". This time it was Mao Gonglei who was surprised.Hold the sickle head with both palms into a cup shape, supporting the middle part of the black stick.Although this has removed the lethality of the front end of the stick, it is still unbelievable for Mao Gonglei to receive this fierce stick blow with his fleshy palm. Taking advantage of this gap, Lian Shou kicked his hind legs fiercely, his body rushed forward, his palms went down along the body of the stick, and grabbed Mao Gonglei's right wrist holding the stick; Throw Mao Gonglei hard to the ground! Mao Gonglei's reaction was also amazing: when he was thrown into the air by the scythe, he gave up the black stick, bent his waist and legs quickly, and landed on the soles of his feet in a very short distance. Lian Shou still did not let go of Mao Gonglei's wrist after performing the throwing technique.He pulled Mao Gonglei back in front of him with his left hand, bent his right arm into an elbow, and swung his face horizontally. Mao Gonglei also bent his left arm in front of his face, only blocking the sickle's attack.Bones collided with bones, but their faces did not move. The right arm of the sickle stretched out continuously, trying to grab Mao Gonglei's throat several times, but Mao Gonglei turned his head and neck to avoid it.Mao Gonglei also took advantage of the distraction of the sickle head to break free from the grab on his right wrist. The two stood close to each other like this, their four arms intertwined and wrestling, each trying to hold the other's limb joints.The sickle took advantage of the gap to strike three times with its knees, but Mao Gonglei deftly removed them all with his waist and buttocks.The third time, Mao Gonglei took the opportunity to step on the toe of the leg where the sickle was standing.Lian Shou endured the pain and hit Mao Gonglei's face with his forehead at close range.Mao Gonglei lowered his head in time to receive the blow with his forehead. Amidst the sound of collision, the bodies of the two swayed backwards, both staggered due to dizziness. They stood facing each other a few steps away, sweat dripping from their chests and backs, and they let out rough panting. "Enough is enough." Meng Zhen shouted in the distance to the east. "Am I right?" "I haven't defeated yet." Scythe's breathing gradually became calmer. "I didn't say Gong Lei could defeat you." Meng Zhen said. "I'm just saying, he's a man you can't beat." "We're not done yet." "Even if you defeat him, you will have no energy for the next battle." Lian Shou silently looked at Mao Gonglei.Mao Gonglei relaxed from the fighting state, but showed a strange expression.He didn't look directly at the scythe, but just looked at the black stick left on the ground. Sickle no longer spoke.He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at his palms—because the muscles in his palms were swollen from the blow just now, and there were purple bruises. He silently walked back to the crowd.Seeing that Liang Zhuang was still holding the sheath of the scimitar, he said calmly, "Throw it away." Amidst the cheers of everyone in "Santiaoza", Lian Shou took the subordinates of "Dashutang" and left from the same path.