Chapter 439: Chapter 467: The Oriole Behind (4th Update)
Now the situation is six against two. The other two are too weakened by their injuries to intervene.
Pang Tongâs six are still in peak condition, while Xu Hong and Wenhai are down to about half of their strength.
However, they can still execute the Great Strength Bull Fist once, putting their power at peak level, as if theyâve acquired excellent skills and equipment in a game.
By this point, the confrontation has ignited real animosity among the ten involved, and thereâs no stopping now.
In the end, after delivering a set of Great Strength Bull Fist moves, Xu Hong and Wenhai were severely injured, leaning weakly against a damaged table, with almost no further strength to fight.
Pang Tongâs eight were also visibly drained, slumping to one side. Although their injuries appeared less severe than Xu Hong and Wenhaiâs, they were in a similar state, nearly powerless to continue fighting.
This situation was the result of the Great Strength Bull Fist.
This fist skill not only has great power but also affects the opponentâs mindset.
Thus, the eight against two battle ended in mutual destruction.
"What fist skill did you use?" Pang Tong couldnât help but ask Xu Hong and Wenhai.
If not for this fist skill, even if their individual strength surpassed his side, could they have resisted our numbers?
After hearing Pang Tongâs question, the others showed intense curiosity.
After all, a fist skill that could significantly boost strength was only seen once with the old masters of the Celestial Alliance, and who wouldnât want a set!
Xu Hong and Wenhai exchanged glances, feeling that there was no point in hiding it, so Xu Hong replied, "Great Strength Bull Fist!"
As they uttered the name of the fist skill, they couldnât help remembering their leader Lin Xi.
Had it not been for unforeseen events, these small fries wouldnât dare to come destroy our Dark Night Sect, wouldnât that be suicidal?
"Quite a commanding name, and truly befitting!" Pang Tong couldnât help but praise while looking at the two, "If you hand over the fist skill to us, weâll spare your lives!"
After he said this, he pointed at the fervently fighting underlings and added, "Although weâre tied now, clearly our followers have the upper hand, so our victory is inevitable!"
Xu Hong and Wenhai were helpless, not because their followers were weaker but indeed stronger than the opponents.
Only the opponents outnumbered them vastly, which couldnât be compensated by the advantage in strength.
Thus, Pang Tong wasnât wrong.
"Donât even think about the fist skill!" Wenhai coldly laughed, "Those not of Dark Night Sect are simply not qualified to learn it."
Xu Hong nodded, though Lin Xi was their leader for less than ten days, he was deeply respected.
Therefore, Lin Xiâs prior words, not teaching those outside the Dark Night Sect, they wouldnât break.
After all, neither of them were cowards nor afraid to die, otherwise Lin Xi wouldnât have valued them.
"Stubborn fools!" A frail middle-aged man beside Pang Tong shouted angrily, "When all your followers are lying on the ground, if you still donât speak, donât blame us for being rude!"
"Yes, by then we have hundreds of ways to pry it out of you!"
"So think carefully, donât miss the chance to live, preferring instead to die!"
"Moreover, whatâs the harm of sharing it, at most just a few more people learning it!"
"..."
Xu Hong and Wenhai ignored their threats.
To their words, both inwardly scoffed; if they didnât want to speak, no matter how many methods you tried, you wouldnât get a word from them.
At this moment, the sealed door suddenly burst open with a loud "bang," shattered by a single kick.
Then they saw five figures entering from afar, and one of them clapped and said, "What a rare sight, how could you not invite us to such an exciting event?"