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Li Yang had never experienced such a situation before and couldn't accept this outcome. If he stopped now, who would own this territory? The Hongmen or the Wolf Head Gang?

If he had been given more time, he would have been able to wipe out the Wolf Head Gang in one fell swoop and make a great contribution to the Hongmen.

Filled with unwillingness, Li Yang said in a deep voice, "What exactly does the Green Bamboo Gang mean by this? And who should this territory belong to now?"

Zhao Jin shouted wildly, "Isn't it obvious? My uncle is here to support me. If you continue to fight, let's see who dies first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of footsteps came from the distance again.

Wang Hu's hearty laughter came from afar, "Li Yang, hold on, the brothers are here."

Looking at Wang Hu, who was unscathed and even neatly dressed, Li Yang asked in surprise, "Brother Hu, have you already finished the battle?"

Wang Hu scolded with a smile, "The Jianghu is not just about swords and shadows, but also about human feelings. You still have a lot to learn." Behind him, more than a hundred people joined in, the Hongzi gang emblem embroidered on their chests, knives tightly held in their hands, their momentum like a rainbow.

Li Yang came back to his senses and said confidently, "Hey kid, what did you just say? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

Zhao Jin's face was gloomy. He had never been so embarrassed before, but since the other side had also arrived, he couldn't curse and could only grit his teeth and say, "You're just relying on numbers. Do you dare to come out for a one-on-one duel, with no regard for life or death?"

Zhao Tai couldn't stop him and thought helplessly, "Let him vent a little."

The situation was already clear. Zhao Jin had lost, and the Wolf Head Gang had also lost. But Zhao Jin was not convinced, and his unknown father had no choice but to follow his son's wishes. Otherwise, what was the point of his hard work in martial arts?

Li Yang had long been dissatisfied with this opponent who repeatedly spouted wild words. He drew his knife and pointed it at Zhao Jin, "Come and fight!"

Provoked, Zhao Jin looked at his uncle, who was at the Blood Refinement Realm, and nodded, feeling more confident. His uncle loved him very much and would never let him die at the hands of his opponent.

Without any worries, Zhao Jin wanted to vent his anger even more, drawing his knife to accept the challenge. Li Yang's challenge was like igniting a powder keg, instantly detonating the entire scene. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two people in the arena.

Two long sabers drew cold arcs in the air. Li Yang and Zhao Jin's figures intertwined and collided in the afterglow of the setting sun. Each confrontation was accompanied by the roar of metal clashing, stirring up visible ripples of air.

The surrounding clamor seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the crisp sound of swords clashing echoing on the empty street.

"Zhao Jin, today I'll show you what true strength is!" Li Yang roared, his footsteps agile, each step perfectly avoiding Zhao Jin's attacks while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

His eyes flashed with unyieldingness and determination, as if he wanted to pour all his unwillingness and anger into this battle.

Although Zhao Jin had his uncle's support, he had to do his best to cope with Li Yang's overwhelming offensive.

Although his saber technique was not as sophisticated as Li Yang's, it was also quite powerful. Each strike carried the sound of breaking wind, attempting to tear a gap in Li Yang's defense.

But Li Yang was like an impregnable wall. No matter how hard Zhao Jin tried, he couldn't break through his defenses.

As time went by, Zhao Jin, who had been attacking for a long time without success, was indeed beginning to feel exhausted. His breathing became rapid, and the sharpness in his eyes was replaced by fatigue.

His saber technique lost its former precision and smoothness, becoming chaotic and disorganized, as if it would collapse at any moment.

As for Li Yang, although he had also experienced a fierce battle and consumed a lot of physical strength, his daily hard training, deep accumulation, and superb martial arts skills allowed him to maintain a high degree of concentration and stable performance.

He keenly captured Zhao Jin's gradually revealing flaws and sneered inwardly. The opportunity had finally come.

Just as Zhao Jin barely swung his saber again and almost lost his balance, Li Yang suddenly exerted his strength, his figure flashing like a ghost. His long saber drew a brilliant arc in the air, carrying the whistling wind, accurately slashing at Zhao Jin's weakness.

"Bang!" A deafening roar echoed in the air, and two long sabers burst out with dazzling light in the fierce collision. This time, Zhao Jin was obviously unable to withstand Li Yang's thunderous blow. His saber flew out like a broken kite, drawing an arc in the air before falling weakly to the ground in the distance.

Zhao Jin's body lost its support, and he staggered backward, each step appearing extremely difficult. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror. However, it was not over yet. Li Yang's figure followed closely like a ghost, without the slightest hesitation or pity.

"Stop!" At this critical moment, Zhao Tai's angry roar pierced the sky. He rushed to the battlefield with all his strength, trying to prevent this tragedy from happening. But it was already too late. Li Yang's saber had already fallen like lightning, slashing fiercely at Zhao Jin's right arm.

"Ah--!" Zhao Jin let out a heart-wrenching scream. His right arm was cut off by the sharp blade in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining his clothes and the surrounding ground.

Blood splattered out, and a strong smell of blood filled the air, making people shudder.

The surrounding people were also deeply shocked by this scene, some in horror, some in anger, some in sigh...

Wang Hu exclaimed, "The bravery of the training camp's number one is well-deserved!"

Zhao Tai rushed to Zhao Jin's side, hugging him tightly, his eyes full of grief and anger. He looked up at Li Yang, his voice hoarse and low, "You...you are so vicious!"

Li Yang knew that he might not be a match for the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, but since his own enshrined expert was also present, he was not afraid.

Li Yang said sternly, "Put away your hypocritical face! Why didn't you stop him when he insulted my Hongmen? Why didn't you stop him when he took the initiative to challenge me, with no regard for life or death? You only came out to stop me when I was about to win. Do you really think the Green Bamboo Gang can distort the facts at will?"

Zhao Tai's face became even more gloomy upon hearing this. He knew that what Li Yang said was true, and that today's matter would indeed be difficult to settle easily. After all, that was his son!

But as one of the elders of the Green Bamboo Gang, how could he easily show weakness?

He sneered and said, "Li Yang, you are too confident. How can a small Hongmen like yours shake the Green Bamboo Gang's position in the south of the city? I will report today's matter to the gang, and then we will discuss the rights and wrongs!"

With that, Zhao Tai waved his hand, signaling his men to take the injured Zhao Jin away. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare fiercely at Li Yang, as if to engrave this hatred deeply in his heart.