A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

The middle-aged man reacted extremely quickly, enduring the pain as he spun around and suddenly pulled out a foot-long black iron rod from either his waist or his sleeve. With a loud clang, he barely managed to block the incoming broadsword!

Sparks flew everywhere!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Clang! Clang!"

In an instant, the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed violently in the small room.

Su Bai's Zhenyue Saber Technique is powerful and heavy, targeting vital points.

Ordinary thugs are often knocked down or disarmed with a single blow from the back of a knife, falling to the ground howling in pain.

Only the middle-aged man wielding the iron rod, relying on his bravery and martial arts skills,

He could barely hold his own against Su Bai, swinging his iron rod, creating gusts of wind as it clashed repeatedly with the steel blade.

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The subtle sound of the blade cutting into flesh was masked by the noise of metal clashing, but the splattering blood was clearly visible.

Su Bai secretly increased his strength, and the middle-aged man—Old Wolf—was knocked away by the iron rod he was blocking. He took a hard cut on his arm, so deep that the bone was visible, and blood immediately stained his sleeve.

"Ugh!" the old wolf cried out in pain, staggering.

How could Su Bai let such an opportunity slip by?

He stepped forward, his sword transforming into three bright arcs of light, each strike faster than the last, unleashing a continuous barrage of slashes!

boom! boom! boom!

The old wolf barely managed to parry the first blow, his tiger's mouth splitting open;

The second blow nearly knocked the iron rod out of his hand;

The third strike landed squarely on the staff he was using to block; the immense force was too much for him to bear.

He was sent flying backward by the blow, his back slamming hard against the wall, causing dust to fall from the wall, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Officer Su! Please show mercy!"

Only then did Chen Hu suddenly awaken from the intense, swift fighting, his face pale, and he shouted urgently.

However, Su Bai's offensive did not stop.

He certainly didn't pursue the seriously injured old wolf any further; his cold gaze suddenly locked onto Chen Hu!

The next moment, Su Bai lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure soaring up like a hawk. With the momentum of his fall, the steel blade in his hand slashed down at Chen Hu's head with the most basic move, "Splitting Mount Hua," as powerful as splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

The blade's wind was so fierce that it even brought with it a shriek!

Chen Hu's pupils shrank sharply. He never expected that after Su Bai knocked down Old Wolf, he would attack him, the "manager," without hesitation!

At the critical moment of life and death, his instincts honed through years of street fighting saved him. He let out a strange cry, and his obese body nimbly shrank back, while frantically pulling out a short iron rod from his pocket and barely managing to raise it!

Clang—!!!

A deafeningly loud clang of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew between the two men!

Chen Hu felt a violent tremor in his arms, and an overwhelming force surged through the iron rod, causing his wrists to go numb. He stumbled back three steps, knocking over a stool before regaining his balance. His face was drained of color, filled with shock—Su Bai's strength far exceeded his expectations!

"Old Wolf! Stop lying there like a corpse! Attack together!!" Chen Hu was both shocked and furious, and he roared hoarsely at the old wolf coughing up blood by the wall.

The old wolf was indeed fierce. Upon hearing this, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with the red of a desperate man. He let out a low growl and, disregarding the excruciating pain in his chest and the severe injury to his arm, swung his iron rod again, joining Chen Hu on the left and right to attack Su Bai!

"Hmph! The Fierce Tiger Gang has gathered a crowd to resist the law and besiege the police officers. They really are trying to rebel! They're courting death!"

Su Bai snorted coldly, showing no fear in the face of the two attacking him.

His swordsmanship suddenly changed, no longer pursuing delicacy, but instead becoming wide and powerful!

Each slash was accompanied by a dull whistling sound, simple, direct, and violent!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The flashes of the blades were like bolts of lightning, spreading out continuously.

Old Wolf was already badly injured and moved slowly. Under such fierce sword attacks, he was even more overwhelmed and suffered several more bloody cuts. Blood dripped onto the ground, mixing with the dust to form a dark red mud.

"Go to hell!"

A fierce glint flashed in Su Bai's eyes, and his sword speed suddenly increased by three times!

A cold glint, like a venomous snake's tongue, eerily pierced through the old wolf's frantically parried staff shadow!

Pfft!

The steel knife slashed fiercely into the old wolf's chest!

Blood gushed out like a long-suppressed fountain, splashing five or six steps away, leaving scarlet spots on the dim ground and even on the faces of several thugs nearby who were pale with fright.

Old Wolf froze, staring incredulously at the blade embedded in his chest, a hissing sound escaping his throat, the fierce light in his eyes quickly fading.

The iron rod in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his obese body fell backward like a collapsing mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust. He convulsed twice, and then could only exhale, no longer inhale.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the room.

Chen Hu, standing to the side, was splattered with warm blood on half his face. He shivered. The anger that had risen in his heart because someone was backing him up was completely extinguished by this cold and ruthless knife and the swift death of his companion. Only a bone-chilling cold and fear remained.

He hurriedly took a few steps back, his back pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Lord Su! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!" Chen Hu's voice trembled, his face twitched, and he forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Hmph!" Su Bai flicked his wrist, shaking off the sticky blood droplets on the blade, and stood holding the knife.

The blood-stained police uniform, the cold and stern face, the rascal lying on the ground groaning behind him, and the old wolf gradually falling silent—all these elements combine to create a highly oppressive scene.

He stared at Chen Hu, his voice low and menacing: "What misunderstanding could make your Fierce Tiger Gang members try to kill me, a mere constable of the Garrison Command?"

Chen Hu's heart pounded, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.

He knew that Su Bai in front of him was truly capable of killing people and knew how to use any excuse to his advantage!

His mind raced, and he suppressed his fear and a trace of resentment, bowing his head and clasping his hands in a gesture of respect as he spoke rapidly:

"Officer Su, please calm down! That old wolf... he and I have been friends for many years. Today, seeing me in trouble, he was blinded by greed and committed a grave mistake! Although he deserves to die, but... as his brother, I acted rashly and offended your authority, Officer Su! All the blame lies with me, Chen Hu, for my poor discipline. I beg you, Officer Su, to be magnanimous and show mercy!"

He paused, glanced furtively at Su Bai's expression, and quickly continued, "Officer Su, please rest assured! I understand the rules, I understand everything, for offending you today!"

Having said that, he abruptly turned his head and shouted sternly at the group of thugs beside him who were already terrified: "What are you all standing there for? You blind fools! Go! Go! Give Officer Su the donation money exactly as requested on the receipt! Hurry!"

A ruffian scrambled and crawled towards the back room.

Chen Hu then put on a fawning smile again, turned to Su Bai, and bowed even lower: "Officer Su, do you think... are you satisfied with this solution?"

"Not enough." Su Bai uttered two words, his gaze still icy.

Chen Hu understood immediately and quickly replied, "I understand, I understand! Officer Su, what happened today was my fault. I, Chen Hu, will definitely come to your door in person to give you a satisfactory explanation!"

As he spoke, his hands trembled slightly as he reached into his robes and pulled out a heavy gray cloth bag. He presented it to Su Bai with both hands, his face showing a complex mix of pain and ingratiation: "This...this is a small token of my appreciation. It's not much, just thirty taels of silver. Please use it to calm your nerves, Officer Su, and buy you a cup of tea...you see..."

Su Bai glanced at him, reached out and took the cloth bag, weighing it in her palm.

They were quite heavy, and the coins clinked together with a pleasant, soft sound.

The frost on his face seemed to melt slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Alright, then... as you say."