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

There were also two protectors from the Fierce Tiger Gang present, Chen Hu and Lao Lang, both of whom were experts in martial arts at the first level.

At this moment, they were surrounded by seven or eight official constables from the Zhenfu Division. These constables cooperated well, moved in and out of the way with precision, and formed a dense web of blades.

Chen Hu had a cut on his shoulder, and blood stained half of his clothes.

Old Wolf was struggling to stay afloat, and a bloody gash was left on his cheek after the blade grazed him.

The two stood back to back, facing imminent danger, their defeat already evident.

The entire inner courtyard was a mess, with overturned tables and chairs, broken flower pots, spilled wine, and scattered bloodstains mixed together.

Many members of the Fierce Tiger Gang collapsed to the ground, some dead, some wounded, while the rest had already been subdued and tied up to the side.

The survivors' faces were mostly filled with confusion and terror; even now, they still couldn't understand why.

Why would the Zhenfu Division, which usually kept to itself, suddenly turn against them so ruthlessly?

However, no matter how Luo Yonghu questioned him sternly or tried to bribe him, Li Chatou, who was attacking from the opposite side, kept his lips pursed, his face as cold and hard as iron. He continued to strike with his steel knife, giving Luo Yonghu no chance to breathe and offering no response whatsoever.

"If you want me dead, I'll fight you to the death!"

Luo Yonghu's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar exploded in the night wind, like the last lament of a trapped beast.

The Commander of the Garrison was determined to wipe out the Fierce Tiger Gang tonight; he knew he had no way out.

Since that's the case, even if it means death, we must tear off a piece of their flesh.

A surge of scorching energy suddenly erupted from his dantian, like the last flames suddenly bursting forth from a burnt-out pile of firewood—Luo Yonghu's muscles bulged, and his battered body straightened up once more, the blood-stained cleaver in his hand humming.

"kill--!"

He roared and charged at Li, the nearest constable, like a tiger leaping from its cage.

Bang!

The blades clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere.

Li Chatou was so shocked that his hands went numb, and he took two steps back, his heart filled with horror.

He had already relied on his youth and strength to gradually suppress this old tiger.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have a sudden burst of energy, and their momentum was even more ferocious than before!

Bang bang bang!

Luo Yonghu gave them no chance to catch their breath, swinging his arms in wide arcs, his broadsword flashing with a pale white light, each strike more urgent than the last, all desperate moves.

The driver was forced into a corner, his feet clattering on the bluestone slabs as he retreated step by step.

"Damn it, this old madman..." Li Chatou cursed inwardly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The knife's blade scraped across the dough, causing a sharp pain.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll really become the only one who gets killed here tonight.

He came here to gain credit and benefits, not to die!

"Luo Laohu!" Li, the constable, blocked a heavy blow, his arm numb with pain. He cried out urgently, "Put down your knife and surrender now, and I, Li, guarantee your honor that you will live! Resisting will only lead to your death!"

"Hmph!" Luo Yonghu spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. "Spare me? Even a dog wouldn't believe the words of the Garrison Commander! Prepare to die!"

He wasn't buying it at all; his blade moved even faster, like a raging storm.

Li Chatou was in grave danger; his robes had been ripped open in several places.

"Come and help me!" Li Cha Tou shouted loudly, no longer caring about saving face.

Upon hearing the commotion, three official constables who were attacking Chen Hu and his gang rushed over from both sides, attempting to surround Luo Yonghu.

However, there is a qualitative difference between the second stage of martial arts, "Body Tempering," and the first stage, "Power Refinement."

Moreover, Luo Yonghu unleashed his full power without holding back.

The moment the three constables thrust out their weapons, they felt a tremendous force travel through their blades, causing their arms to go numb and making it almost impossible for them to hold their weapons. Their attack immediately crumbled.

It's over! Li Chatou's heart sank, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward again, taking on Luo Yonghu's fierce attack head-on.

With each cut, his blood and qi surged, and he secretly regretted it.

If I had known this old tiger was so tough to crack, why would I have bothered trying to be the first to succeed?

"Officer Li, Su is here!"

Just as Li Chatou's arm was about to give way and he was about to collapse, a clear yet steady voice pierced through the shouts of battle.

Li Chatou's spirits lifted, and he glanced over the gap, only to see a tall figure striding towards him, a long sword in his hand reflecting the firelight, its cold gleam flowing.

It was Su Bai!

"Brother Su!" Li Cha Tou was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted, "Come help me! This Luo Tiger has gone mad! Let the brothers all attack together and wear him down!"

Upon hearing this, Su Bai's gaze sharpened, instantly locking onto Luo Yonghu, who appeared to be insane.

This once-powerful leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang, now with his beard and hair standing on end and covered in blood, exuded a terrifying, doomed aura.

"You go and wipe out the rest of the gang," Su Bai said calmly, but with an undeniable determination. "Leave Luo Yonghu to me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, his movements as swift as a ghost.

"Brother Su, don't be so arrogant!" Officer Li shouted anxiously.

He had experienced Luo Yonghu's prowess firsthand and was afraid that Su Bai would underestimate him and suffer a loss.

However, what responded to him was a sharp, piercing blade of light that tore through the night!

Su Bai made a move.

His steps seemed small, yet he instantly entered the fray, his longsword transforming into a silver streak, slashing down without any fancy moves!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp screech.

Luo Yonghu roared and advanced instead of retreating, wielding his heavy broadsword and fiercely slashing upwards, attempting to overcome skill with brute force.

clang--!

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!

The next moment, Li Chatou's eyes widened.

Where the two swords clashed, Luo Yonghu's thick-backed cleaver was firmly pressed down, his arms trembled violently, and the stone slab beneath his feet cracked with a "crack".

Su Bai's seemingly simple slash contained immense power!

Pfft!

Su Bai flicked his wrist, and the blade flashed and then merged again, faster than anyone had anticipated.

Luo Yonghu felt a sudden lightness in his hand, the pressure decreasing dramatically, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart...

A cold, sharp pain shot through my left shoulder!

A streak of blood sprayed through the air.

Luo Yonghu's entire left arm was severed at the shoulder, and with his piercing screams, it spun and fell to the ground, his fingers even twitching spasmodically twice.

"ah--!!!"

The pain was excruciating.

But Luo Yonghu was, after all, a ruthless bandit who had lived a life of violence for decades.

At the critical moment of life and death, he forcibly gathered his spirit and, relying on instinct, used the momentum of his staggering body to wield the broadsword in his right hand and sweep it horizontally towards Su Bai's waist and abdomen!

This strike was ruthless and decisive, a suicidal move.

"Not bad."

A faint hint of admiration flashed in Su Bai's eyes, but he showed no fear whatsoever.

He slightly shifted his body, easily dodging the desperate attack, while simultaneously drawing a perfect arc with his longsword and slashing down again.

Bang bang bang!

The flashes of the blades were like a continuous, unbroken stream.

After losing his arm, Luo Yonghu lost too much blood and his strength rapidly diminished. He could only rely on his experience to barely parry. With each blow, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, stagger backward, and leave a shocking trail of blood on the bluestone ground.

puff--!

After spitting out his last mouthful of blood, Luo Yonghu could no longer muster any strength, and the crazed look in his eyes quickly faded.

Swish!

The cold glint of the blade flashed across his neck like a startled swan.

Luo Yonghu's body stiffened, his head flew high into the air, his face frozen with shock, anger and resentment.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out and quickly staining a large area of ​​the ground red.