The scene was chaotic, filled with the clash of swords and violence.
The two sides clashed in the street, ruthlessly wielding their melee weapons, and people fell one by one, their numbers visibly decreasing.
They were truly audacious, disregarding everything, ignoring the law, taking life and death lightly, and ready to fight anyone who dared to challenge them.
The masses should run as far away as possible. No one with a brain would go near such a place, lest they be caught in the crossfire and get splattered with blood.
Judging from the scene, Wang Qingmei clearly had the upper hand, both in terms of momentum and numbers.
The bald man remained calm and composed, showing no outward signs of distress, but inwardly he was panicking. He had no idea when Li Changfeng would arrive or whether he could handle the current situation.
Dozens of people were no match for Li Changfeng; he could easily handle them.
But tonight's issue isn't just about a few dozen people; it involves hundreds or even thousands.
Gradually, the bald man's defeat became apparent. In less than half an hour, Wang Qingmei walked up to him, covered in blood and exuding a strong murderous aura.
The moment they stand there, they create a powerful impact and a sense of unease.
"Baldy, you've lost. You'll never be able to turn things around again. From today onwards, I am the king of Jinghai's underground." Wang Qingmei declared in a show of defiance.
"Isn't it too early to say these things now?" The bald man was unwilling to admit defeat.
He would be extremely unhappy if a woman stepped on him and rubbed him on the ground.
"Really? Your men are surrounded. Of the initial three or four hundred, less than half are left. In another half hour, not a single one of them will be able to stand up." Wang Qingmei smugly revealed the joy of victory.
"Wang Qingmei, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?" the bald man asked shrewdly.
This is a good strategy. Currently at a disadvantage, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the bald man is bound to lose.
If he could defeat Wang Qingmei in a one-on-one fight, he would instantly turn the tide of the battle.
Wang Qingmei was the leader. If the leader was cut off, the group under her would naturally become insignificant and would immediately collapse into a disorganized mess.
"Baldy, even the heavens above have heard your wishful thinking. I, Wang Qingmei, am not stupid. It's obvious that I have a sure win, and I shouldn't accept your challenge. But in order to let you die with your eyes open and convinced of your guilt, what's wrong with me accepting?" Wang Qingmei's voice was loud and rough, truly a man, a dignified and upright man.
His arrogant and boastful personality is extremely endearing; it would be a shame if he wasn't born a boy.
"Okay, you said it yourself." The bald man squinted.
"I said it," Wang Qingmei said proudly.
"Bring me my stuff." The bald man waved his hand, and his henchmen took the long box off his back.
The weapon is divided into two sections, which need to be assembled together, but it is simple. In no time, a Green Dragon Crescent Blade was assembled. It felt heavy in the hand, weighing at least fifty or sixty pounds.
"Wang Qingmei, prepare to die!" the bald man shouted, picking up his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and charging forward.
Don't underestimate the bald man just because he's nothing in front of Li Changfeng. He can defeat him in just a few moves without breaking a sweat.
But among ordinary people, he is very brave. Just look at how powerful and skillful he is in these few moves; you can tell he's quite capable and not simple at all.
In contrast, Wang Qingmei was more skilled in battle. She wielded the ghost-head saber with agility and lightness, making the heavy weapon seem like her arm, which she handled with ease.
It possesses the imposing aura of the Ghost Head Blade, combined with its own power, the two working together to firmly suppress the enemy.
The two fought fiercely, their weapons clashing and sparks flying, and they had exchanged thirty blows in the blink of an eye.
The bald man's hands trembled slightly, making his head numb. Meanwhile, Wang Qingmei fought more and more fiercely, faster and faster. Despite her weight, she was not clumsy at all when she fought.
An opportunity arose, and Wang Qingmei swung her sword down with great force. The bald man raised his knife to block it.
One pressed down, the other lifted up, both exerting all their strength; one's veins bulged, the other's face turned bright red.
The bald man couldn't withstand the attack and twisted his waist, but the ghost-headed knife fell, forcing him to change his move.
"Swoosh!" The bald man was stabbed in the chest, and blood immediately flowed out, quickly staining his clothes red.
Before she could even regain her footing, Wang Qingmei leaped forward and delivered a follow-up kick, striking her squarely in the back.
With a "crash!", the Green Dragon Crescent Blade fell from his hand, and the bald man lay face down on the ground like a dog eating shit.
Wang Qingmei stepped forward, held the knife to the bald man's neck, looked down at him with her nostrils flared, and said, "Baldy, I'm asking you, do you submit?"
"Fuck your grandma's triangular basket!" the bald man cursed in the street.
"A grown man should be able to pee standing up, yet he refuses to admit defeat. He's not even as good as a country bumpkin," Wang Qingmei said disdainfully.
"I may have lost, but I refuse to accept defeat."
That's unreasonable. It's like getting the lowest score in your grade on an exam and refusing to admit that you know nothing.
The duck was boiled for seventy-two boils—but it was still stubborn!
"Fine, fine, fine." Wang Qingmei gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowed to almost nothing, "Whether you submit or not is not important. I'll send you to hell, and you can argue with the King of Hell down there."
He raised the ghost-head knife, ready to strike.
If this is implemented, the bald man's head will surely be lost, rolling to the ground with a clatter.
"Whoosh!" The ghost-headed saber fell.
The bald man closed his eyes, inwardly screaming: "Mr. Li, come quick! How can you break your promise? You just break your promise like that? Can't you even do this? Damn him!"
At the critical moment, a sound of something tearing through the air came rushing in.
"Clang!" A pebble struck the ghost-headed sword precisely, causing it to veer off course and leave a deep mark on the ground.
This shows how ruthless this knife is; it could slice off an elephant's head in one go, let alone a human's.
"Sorry, something came up and I was held up." A young man slowly walked out from the darkness, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"I gave someone a massage, then took a shower and got my hair styled."
"Baldy, you're not dead, are you?"
Anyone could guess who it was.
"Mr. Li, you've finally arrived." The bald man was almost in tears. The terrifying experience just now almost made him go back to school. It would be a lie to say that his heart wasn't pounding.
"Alright, that's all for you. Leave the rest to me." Li Changfeng walked up to him, hands in his pockets.
"Who do you think you are, meddling in our business? I think you've got a death wish!" Wang Qingmei said fiercely and angrily.
“My father!” Li Changfeng blurted out.
"Damn it, you little brat, you're taking advantage of me! I'll kill you!" Wang Qingmei was extremely enraged and raised her knife to strike.
The wind howled, and the killing intent was palpable. Li Changfeng remained calm, slightly turning his body as the ghost-headed blade descended down his chest.
As the blade fell halfway down, Li Changfeng lightly flicked the blade with his middle finger.
With a "whoosh!" the ghost-head knife vibrated, and Wang Qingmei lost her grip and fell uncontrollably.
Then, Li Changfeng executed a lightning-fast kick, striking Wang Qingmei on the head with a swift and stylish motion—it was simply perfect.
Wang Qingmei lost her balance, saw stars, and felt a dull buzzing in her head before crashing onto the road with her heavy weight.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
