Chapter 4: Once there was a wolf, but it was later beaten into a dog

Mo Huang sidestepped and twisted his shoulder, directly evading the Red Wolf's transformed punch. As the Red Wolf's fist grazed his shoulder, Mo Huang unusually relaxed his body, appearing as if he could fall into a deep sleep at any moment, giving off a lazy impression at first glance

But it was merely an illusion; in the next moment, Mo Huang moved. It was only his hand gripping the knife that stirred, yet it evoked a sensation akin to that of a cheetah in pursuit—swift, fierce, and precise

A matte-finished Nepali curved knife, shaped like a snake, exudes a chilling aura; however, the gaze of the one wielding the knife burns with the flames of hell

Life is far more bizarre than movies, as the former does not require logic; Duan Tianping has come to understand this point.

The damned television series, indeed, cannot be regarded as true historical facts, Mo Huang cursed inwardly. The series never mentioned that the Qinglang Gang had practitioners before crossing into the Honghuang era. Moreover, Mo Huang vaguely remembered that during the course on the history of strong figures in school, it was mentioned that before the Qinglang Gang entered Honghuang, Duan Tianping was the strongest within the gang. However, he spent the rest of the course in a deep sleep, completely unaware of anything, as he had worked an overnight shift the day before. It was not until the moment Red Wolf swung his fist that Mo Huang still thought the Qinglang Gang consisted merely of some reckless little thugs.

Only four people remain. Mo Huang secretly smiled bitterly; despite appearing to kill with relative ease earlier, maintaining sufficient force to penetrate and withdraw from the bodies of these thugs required him to control his muscle groups with mental power to provide adequate strength. The clean and swift kills of the four individuals, beneath his formidable and ghostly exterior, concealed a body that was gradually approaching its limits of exhaustion

With the strategic objective achieved, Mo Huang clearly sensed that Duan Tianping was at a loss for what to do next. The only course of action left was to confront him head-on, as mere intimidation would not suffice to frighten Duan Tianping into submission

With a swift motion of the hand, the palm, resembling a fan, was clenched into a fist and suddenly struck towards Mo Huang's shoulder, where he held the knife. The swing of the arm created a crisp sound in the air, and the force was exceedingly fierce

With a flick of the finger, a hidden crimson aura shot out from the fingertips, piercing through the door. After the aura was released, the aftereffects of forcibly burning spiritual energy were directly returned to Mo Huang's body.

Just wait and see the good show, do you think that fool's head will be smashed into a pulp by Hong Ge

Mo Huang collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, filled with unwillingness as he watched Duan Tianlang leave. Drops of blood fell from the edge of his mask. He did not wish to let the enemy escape, but he had no cards to play. In a moment of desperation, Mo Huang could only resort to self-harm, burning his mental energy and then condensing the blood energy absorbed from the killings to use as ammunition to fire. The power was not great, comparable to an ordinary shotgun, and it was expected that he would kill two small thugs, but he had never hoped that this move would kill Duan Tianping.

Time flies, and the hour hand finally points to 11:30, when an unexpected change occurs

At this moment, Mo Huang's eyes widened in shock, and with both hands gripping the knife, he swept it upward, blocking a ferociously powerful slash with a clang.

However, Mo Huang never expected that Duan Tianping would be so frightened that he fled in panic without looking back, causing Mo Huang's feigned weakness strategy to directly fail.

Eyes as fiery as flames and as cold as ice quietly fixated on the fierce and brutal gaze of the red wolf, suddenly flashing with a hint of enchanting brilliance, emanating an invisible yet tangible wave.

He yearns for battle, craves slaughter, and longs to hear the desperate wails of his enemies before their demise

The blades glimmered, one dull and devoid of luster, the other radiating a bright crimson light, continuously intertwining and clashing, vowing to chop the opponent into a pulp

It is no wonder that Duan Tianping is unfazed; even if the police or military forces were to come to apprehend him, he could remain calm and negotiate. However, a mysterious organization from who knows where wants to eliminate him? Moreover, the assassin sent by this mysterious organization is a genuine superpower user!

After walking to a distance of two meters, the red wolf could hardly be bothered to say much. Ever since the Blue Wolf Gang defeated all the local factions and completely established itself as the dominant force in the area, he had not engaged in a fight for a long time. Even though he relied on one woman after another to relieve his frustrations daily, the inner brutality within him grew stronger with each passing day

Chilling and deep, like two sharp pieces of glass grinding against each other, it is also akin to the whispering of vengeful spirits seeking retribution, sending shivers down one's spine. As the words were spoken, an invisible chill completely enveloped the room, shattering the courage of everyone present bit by bit

Mo Huang cast a cold glance over, and that younger sister tightly closed her eyes, her face pale from blood loss, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, clearly on the verge of fainting. The elder sister leaned over, continuously offering comfort. Upon seeing Mo Huang's gaze sweep over, she hurriedly shielded her sister's body with her own, displaying a martyr-like expression as if to say, "If anyone is to be killed, let it be me first." Meanwhile, that Young Master Lin had completely lost the suave demeanor he had earlier, collapsing onto the ground, propped against the chair, vomiting uncontrollably, with a puddle of liquid beneath him, having lost control of his bladder. When he noticed Mo Huang looking over, his eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious on the filthy ground.

Mo Huang let out a sneer, closed his eyes, and with great difficulty assumed a cross-legged position, immersing himself in meditation and breathing exercises, in order to restore his physical strength as quickly as possible to prepare for the events that were about to unfold

What the hell, where did this lunatic come from, daring to run into our Qinglang Gang? Just in time, I've been short on cash lately, so I'll just take your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys to sell for money.

Mo Huang, who indulged in self-entertainment to alleviate physical suffering, was certainly unwilling to suffer losses. He endured a strike from Duan Tianping while simultaneously the blade flashed, killing another thug who was pursuing him.

Observing the weakened courage and somewhat pale and fearful expressions of the members of the Qinglang Gang, Mo Huang, who was the first to speak with a commanding presence, felt a sense of shame within. The basic lower-tier combat technique "Ghost Cry" was nothing more than a prank tool for elementary school students, not something to be used in battle. Setting aside the almost negligible tactical effectiveness, merely using it would likely lead to a lifetime of ridicule. Anyone who relies on intimidation to fight would be looked down upon wherever they go.

Ran away! How could it just run away like this!

Duan Tianping suddenly stood up from the grandmaster's chair, his expression grave. Having not yet traversed the primordial chaos, he naturally did not understand what magical combat techniques were. To him, regardless of the eerie scene of bloodsucking, the will contained in those words was simply terrifying beyond compare, enough to shake his very nature. Even at this moment, his legs felt somewhat weak, and the terror of the person before him was evident. Thus, he cautiously began to inquire, yet despite this, he did not appear timid. His body leaned slightly forward; although he was asking a question, it inexplicably conveyed a sense of fierce bravery, as if he might pounce at any moment.

As one draws in another's vitality, the dried blood clots that had originally adhered to the blade gradually begin to flow again, yet they do not fall to the ground, instead swirling around the edge of the blade in a most peculiar manner

The red wolf approached with a menacing expression, in stark contrast, Mo Huang seemed frozen in fear, standing still in place without moving

Duan Tianping suddenly halted his pursuit, his expression changing dramatically, as a sense of crisis surged within him, prompting him to retreat immediately

The bright blade, like a white dragon, pierced the chest of the red wolf from below to above at a speed so swift that it was as if thunder struck without warning, emerging with a splash of deep crimson.

Hehe, it seems that Brother Hong has been itching for action. Ever since he completely defeated the Qingfeng Gang last time, Brother Hong has not taken any action again

As expected, after hearing the deliberately intermittent, eerie, and chilling words of threat from Mo Huang, even Duan Tianping could not help but feel a sense of panic.

Fortunately, no one knows now, Mo Huang thought to himself.

Mo Huang opened his eyes, revealing a fervent anticipation as he looked up. He saw the ceiling ripple like water, emitting a hissing sound of surging electricity. Suddenly, an irregular black hole opened up, producing an extremely powerful suction.

Carrying a bloodied machete, Mo Huang quietly advanced, taking slow, deliberate steps, with his head lowered, striving to instill a greater sense of psychological terror in all those across from him

Mo Huang continued to smile bitterly. Clearly possessing a wealth of exquisite martial arts and combat experience, he was nonetheless constrained by his frail body, unable to evade or launch an attack, which left him feeling quite frustrated. However, when he thought about the possibility of Duan Tianping standing before him in his future prime, he realized that he would likely be easily crushed with a mere finger. By this reasoning, it should be the opponent who felt frustrated instead.

But it was too late. As Duan Tianping and the two thugs retreated to the door, just as they were about to push it open, a spray of blood rain, glowing red, came rushing in. Each drop of blood rain was accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, coming with tremendous force

Seeing another brother dead, Duan Tianping was nearly driven mad with rage. He brandished his knife and chased after the mysterious killer. From their earlier confrontation, he understood that this enigmatic assassin was definitely not as strong as he was. As long as he did not give him the opportunity to create distance and employ those supernatural methods, he was certainly no match for him.

The basic lower-level blood magic combat technique "Blood Guide" absorbs the life force of living beings, enhancing the power of weapons or combat skills. While such occurrences may be common in the future, at this moment, it presents a scene that cannot be explained by science.

In response to this, Mo Huang could only express helplessness, thus he could only strive to create favorable combat advantages for himself as much as possible

The blood rain swept through, and two small thugs let out piercing cries, their bodies riddled with wounds as if they had been shot by a shotgun. Then, without a sound, they collapsed to the ground. At that moment, Duan Tianlang suddenly burst out, pushed open the door, and fled in panic, not daring to look back. Drops of blood continuously fell from his hands and shoulders, clearly indicating that he had not completely escaped the downpour of blood.

Who are you? A small place like the Qing Wolf Gang is unlikely to provoke someone of your stature

The battle intent burned fiercely like a raging fire, and the unexpectedly formidable enemy instead brought a genuine smile of excitement to Mo Huang's face. Although the time since his rebirth was too short and the spiritual energy on Earth was extremely scarce, resulting in his physical condition being only slightly better than that of an ordinary strong man, so what? A heart that yearns to grow stronger can only feel genuine joy at the enemy's strength, for it is precisely this that brings the thrill of trampling down.

Having killed four people in succession, the once ordinary machete now exuded a surge of bloodlust, faintly glowing red. The air was tinged with a slightly sweet and cloying scent of blood, and an unspoken aura of the uncanny and terror enveloped the hearts of all who remained alive

Mo Huang's strategic intention to clip its wings is evident, and Duan Tianping is not foolish; since they are all a burden, it is better to let the remaining two rascals escape.

I guess so

This is also normal; those who can be here at this moment are the backbone of the Qinglang Gang, fierce warriors who have fought their way through the brutal struggles for territory. When faced with death, their first reaction is to retaliate with frenzied intensity

However, respect is respect; Mo Huang will not show the slightest softness because of it. Instead, he seizes the opportunity to take advantage of Duan Tianping's moment of mental shock. After his rebirth, his once powerful warrior body has vanished, but the spiritual power connected to his soul has returned to sixty percent. Unfortunately, due to the constraints of his weakened body, this entire spiritual power has been forcibly imprisoned within him. Although the spiritual power surged after breaking through to the third level of "Silent Ridge," he can only perform a few basic minor spells, and due to the lack of spiritual energy in the Earth's environment, the vast majority of basic spells remain unusable.

Organizational decree: eradicate all members of the Qinglang Gang without leaving a trace

The Red Wolf had made up his mind; it was rare to have a lunatic come to him for venting, and he would not kill him so quickly. He intended to take his time and play with him slowly. After all, as long as he paid attention to certain things and did not let the internal organs be too severely injured, he could sell him for some money.

The only two sisters of the Xue family who remained conscious in the arena were constrained by their shameful binding posture; they wished to escape but could not move, and could only continuously pray for divine protection.

Mo Huang continued to use the demonic language of "Devil May Cry" to bewilder the mind, while Duan Tianping became increasingly agitated, losing his composure. However, his swordsmanship grew even more powerful and forceful, forcing Mo Huang to dodge left and right, leaving him in a state of utter disarray

Aren't you trying to eliminate everyone? I won't let you have your way, thought Duan Tianping, seething with indignation.

There is one last trouble, or perhaps two pairs of troubles

Mo Huang, who had been waiting for a long time, kicked his legs and was lifted straight up by the suction. Subsequently, Young Master Lin, the Xue sisters, as well as the corpse and all the objects in the room were gradually drawn into the black hole, where the suction was increasing.

Basic Inferior Dark Magic Combat Technique "Ghost Cry"

A flash of deep red blade light swept by, and the thug running at the front suddenly froze, his throat nearly severed. A fountain of blood gushed from his neck, spraying high into the air, yet it curved at a right angle halfway and surged towards the blade.

Although the Red Wolf is impulsive and often acts with muscle before thought, his skills are sufficiently solid. He has achieved great success multiple times in battles for territory, earning the longstanding trust of Duan Tianping. Upon seeing him take the field, Duan felt reassured and even contemplated whether to leave a survivor to inquire, in order to resolve the sudden warning that arose within him.

Xue Xue saw someone push the door open, and a faint glimmer of hope arose within her. However, this glimmer of hope quickly diminished, as she disregarded the words of the surrounding ruffians. Just by looking at the robust figure of the Red Wolf, with his muscular arms covered in bulging muscles, and his vicious, bloodthirsty gaze, it was evident, especially in contrast to the frail figure of the masked man, who appeared to be stronger.

What exactly have I done to offend your organization, just give me a clear answer

Mo Huang did not dare to respond, quickly stepping back in a hurry, compelled to retreat, for the four robust thugs who were still alive had completely lost their minds, recklessly lunging towards him with outstretched arms.

The intangible yet substantial spiritual fluctuations penetrate the mind of the red wolf like the tentacles of an octopus, infiltrating every crevice.

The Red Wolf felt as if the great bell of the temple had suddenly rung in his mind, and then everything went dark before his eyes. It was as if all the strength in his body had been siphoned away by a pump, leaving his steps unsteady and light. Although it was the first time the Red Wolf had experienced a mental attack, his long history on the battlefield instinctively prompted him to shift his body, attempting to evade the impending danger, but it was too late

Upon witnessing the sudden strike of the red wolf, Mo Huang's pupils slightly constricted, filled with surprise. This punch was no trivial matter; as the saying goes, a sound is worth a thousand gold pieces, which perfectly describes the current situation. The fact that a crisp sound was produced when the body struck with such force already proves that the individual before him is quite a skilled practitioner.

One of the thugs was about to pounce on Mo Huang, but just a hair's breadth away, he could only watch helplessly as Mo Huang escaped, his eyes filled with a mix of unwillingness and madness. However, he was soon frozen in place, as a flash of deep red blade swept past his neck, leaving a fountain of blood in its wake

Although there were subtle warning signs in his heart, he felt relieved when he saw his top enforcer, Red Wolf, gradually approaching, and the masked figure seemed frozen in fear, standing still.

The organization of yours, go to your organization, if you want to take my life, then let your life be the substitute.

At this thought, a blade was raised ominously before the brow, blood light bursting forth from the blade, a chilling and extreme blood light pulsating, accompanied by a sinister howling sound, as if an ancient ferocious beast were roaring

Haha, I was still thinking it was my turn, but I didn't expect Hong Ge to rush up so quickly

Duan Tianping's pupils constricted; in the face of a life-and-death crisis, he shrank his body and directly squeezed behind the two small thugs.

A robust thug, bare-chested, spat a curse, cracked his knuckles twice, and swaggered towards Mo Huang with a tilted neck

Words were uttered one by one, while the hand did not pause. With a single hand, a seal was gently waved over the knife that had pierced the heart of the red wolf, and then the blade was withdrawn. The hot blood of the red wolf suddenly gushed out, yet strangely and abnormally splattered towards the blade. Streams of hot blood splashed onto the blade's back, quickly solidifying on it, exuding a nauseating and suffocating stench.

In an instant, the two fastest runners met their demise, while the third thug's steps involuntarily slowed slightly. However, Mo Huang showed no mercy, as the blade swiftly struck, creating yet another hole in the heart.

Seeing that the two thugs seemed truly about to escape, Mo Huang couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. The time for the opening of the space-time rift was drawing near. Allowing them to flee was not entirely unacceptable, but he feared that these two thugs might seek help from their sworn enemies, the police. If a group of armed officers were to arrive, it was likely that Mo Huang's grand plan would be doomed to fail.

Stepping back to avoid the crashing body, Mo Huang slightly lowered his body to evade a powerful horizontal punch. With a strong thrust of his shoulder, the blade pierced like a dragon and then retracted. In one swift motion, another blood hole was added to the enemy's heart.

It has been somewhat troublesome, but it has not disappointed me

A single strike to the heart

Mo Huang's entrance through the door evidently astonished everyone inside. His seemingly frail figure, adorned with a ridiculous toy mask, held a gleaming machete, yet his comical appearance failed to instill even a hint of tension in these battle-hardened thugs, who had countless killings under their belts.

His vision began to blur, his body was extremely fatigued, and his throat felt nauseous as if he were about to vomit. Just moments ago, Mo Huang, who had been as fierce as a deity, collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping for breath with great difficulty. Although his body felt unwell, his mental strength was not significantly affected, only somewhat unstable. In his mental scan, he saw Duan Tianping fleeing without looking back, using all his strength to escape until he was out of the range of his mental scan.

You all leave, run quickly, you are all a burden to me here

The killing move of "Silent Hill" - [Death Bird]

The air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and everyone was frozen in the moment before. The fierce attack of the red wolf evoked in the onlookers the image of a fly about to be swatted. Yet, in the next moment, the red wolf unexpectedly met its demise, a blade piercing its heart, dead beyond revival, unable even to leave behind a final word. It was as abrupt and unreasonable as a fly suddenly colliding with a person, turning them into a pulp.

Although Duan Tianping remained silent, seemingly watching a good show, he felt a slight unease within. The appearance of this strange person was indeed peculiar. He knew that regardless of how lax the vigilance within the gang was, it was not an easy task to sneak in here without being noticed by more than twenty brothers.

The air suddenly twisted, as if invisible flames were reigniting, gravity became unbalanced, and the blood-stained dust slowly began to float. Strange cracks appeared on the walls, as if invisible knives were chopping away.

"You trickster, no matter who you are, daring to kill my brother, you are doomed."

Useless, it is useless even if you escape to the ends of the earth. The assassins sent by the organization will forever pursue you until you are erased from this planet, no matter where you go

With the ruthless style of the Blue Wolf Gang, it is naturally impossible for them not to have committed bloody deeds within their own gang headquarters. Therefore, Mo Huang effortlessly absorbed the resentment and negative energy that permeated the surroundings with his mental power, which was then expressed in his words

"Coward," he murmured softly. Mo Huang was certain that the frightened Duan Tianping would likely flee directly to his hidden escape point, not daring to venture out for ten days or half a month. By the time he reappeared, Mo Huang, having returned from the wilderness, would be able to crush him with a single finger.

The remaining few burly thugs stood still, their expressions and words treating Mo Huang as if he were a corpse

There is no need for further questions; your only outcome is to be erased

First, a small thug woke up, and the fear of death enveloped him directly, which instead unleashed his potential. He rushed towards Mo Huang in a fit of hysteria, followed by the remaining six half-naked thugs who also charged forward with loud cries

Dingdang! A deep gash appeared on Mo Huang's left arm, from his shoulder to his elbow, and blood poured down like rain. Mo Huang remained silent, his face hidden beneath the mask suddenly turned pale, sweat continuously oozing out. Duan Tianping's swordsmanship was fierce and powerful; even if he were in peak condition at this moment, it would be difficult to withstand it, let alone with his current fatigued body.

Indeed, he is a remarkable figure, worthy of being a progenitor-level powerhouse who can stir such waves in later generations. Mo Huang unconsciously felt a hint of respect for Duan Tianping. Although he was somewhat aware of the subjective factors influenced by history, Mo Huang asked himself, if he were merely an ordinary person, and suddenly encountered this scene of murder and bloodsucking, with its eerie and ghostly atmosphere, he would not have the confidence to draw his sword and engage in battle at the slightest provocation, as Duan Tianping did before him.

Duan Tianping, you and your gang, all must be eradicated

Filled with hysterical and frenzied screams, along with heavy footsteps, Mo Huang quietly closed his eyes, allowing his mental power to take over and observe the world.