When Zhao Zhonghai was feeling shocked, Guan Hu was equally stunned. His arms also felt waves of stabbing pain.

"Die!" Guan Hu gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, his face ferocious. He gripped the cleaver in both hands, struggled to fend off Zhao Zhonghai's steel rebar, and then chopped fiercely towards Zhao Zhonghai.

A slight smile appeared on Zhao Zhonghai's lips. Given Guan Hu's build, he lacked speed. Although Zhao Zhonghai was not an attacker known for speed and agility, compared to Guan Hu, he was indeed a speed and agility attacker.

Zhao Zhonghai decided not to use his greatest strength for confrontation but to use his speed combined with his strength to fight against Guan Hu.

With a quick dodge, Zhao Zhonghai immediately rushed behind Guan Hu. Guan Hu was tall and hefty, so his reaction speed was slower than average. Despite his efforts to counter Zhao Zhonghai with his fastest speed, unfortunately, he still failed.

Bang...

Zhao Zhonghai's steel rebar slammed hard onto Guan Hu's back.

"Ouch!" Guan Hu cried out in pain.

The blow was powerful; had it been an ordinary person, they likely would have fallen already. But Guan Hu was different; with thick skin and flesh, he could take a few hits. This strike still couldn't take down Guan Hu. In pain, he roared: "Bastard, I'll kill you!"

After saying that, Guan Hu raised the cleaver in his hand and chopped quickly towards Zhao Zhonghai.

However, Zhao Zhonghai still avoided his attack. And with his robust body, he rushed towards Guan Hu.

Bang...

In the clash of strength, Zhao Zhonghai was like a mighty bull, and indeed, a bull of strength.

Boom...

With this charge, to Zhao Zhonghai's surprise, Guan Hu immediately fell down. Guan Hu was unfortunate because he lost his balance and, added to Zhao Zhonghai's fierce charge, got knocked flying, rolling several rounds on the ground and almost hitting a nearby concrete pillar.

Guan Hu climbed up dejectedly.

"Let me." Li Dong hurried to stop Zhao Zhonghai.

Zhao Zhonghai was about to move forward to accept Li Dong's challenge, but unexpectedly, rush over Lin Chuan stopped Zhao Zhonghai, saying, "This guy is a martial artist, let me do it."

"Fine!" Zhao Zhonghai nodded.

Zhao Zhonghai took a few steps back, and Lin Chuan directly walked up to Zhao Zhonghai's front.

With a mischievous smile hooked on his face, Lin Chuan looked coldly at Li Dong and said, "I heard you are a Shaolin disciple?"

"Correct." Li Dong nodded and said, "I joined Shaolin as a child, under the thirty-third successor Shi Yongxin, practiced martial arts for over a decade. Later, I returned to secular life."

"If you used to be a monk, why resort to violence now?" Lin Chuan looked puzzled at Li Dong.

"Humph!" Li Dong snorted and said, "This is all forced by you guys."

"What do you mean?" Lin Chuan asked.

"If you hadn't touched my people, why would I have gone after you?" Li Dong said with a cold laugh, "I have always been protective of my own people."

"A monk should cherish compassion." Lin Chuan smiled and said, "It seems that you are nothing but a fake monk."

"To hell with that!" Li Dong clenched his teeth, lifting the long saber in his hand and slashing at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan took two steps back, laughing coldly, "It seems, you really are a fake monk. Hmph."

"What do you want?" Li Dong brandished the saber and chased after him.

This time Lin Chuan did not retreat but charged forward instead. His speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Li Dong's front. This caught Li Dong somewhat off-guard, and he had to quickly back away. However, his speed clearly wasn't as fast as Lin Chuan's.

Bang...

Lin Chuan's spinning kick fiercely landed on Li Dong's chest. With this kick, Li Dong was sent flying on the spot.

Boom...

He heavily landed on the floor. Li Dong clutched his chest, scrambling to get up.

"Master, are you alright?" A short disciple hurriedly ran up to help him up.

"Get away!" Li Dong shouted angrily, "I must kill him!"

Having said that, Li Dong quickly charged forward with his knife, attributing his earlier misstep entirely to his own carelessness. After all, how could he, as the personal disciple of the abbot of Shaolin, be easily intimidated by the opponent? Thus, he decisively launched himself into the fray. Clenching his teeth, he performed an extremely skillful and fluid set of knife techniques.

Lin Chuan, of course, knew the power of Li Dong's knife skills. He didn't confront him head-on, instead, he took two continuous steps backward and then adeptly dodged left and right, easily evading the other's assault as well as the sharpness of his blade.

"Lin Chuan, catch!" At this moment, Zhao Zhonghai hurriedly tossed a steel rod to him.

Lin Chuan leaped up and quickly caught the steel rod.

"Think you can run? Not so easy!" Li Dong sneered at the corner of his mouth and swiftly charged again.

However, he had clearly misunderstood the situation. After catching the rod, Lin Chuan, wielding it in his right hand, turned around and charged ferociously right back at him—a crazed counterattack.

Crack...

After a crisp sound,

Clatter...

The knife in Li Dong's hand actually broke in an instant, and a piece of the blade fell to the concrete ground, sparking a flash of fire.

"Damn!" Li Dong cursed loudly.

"My turn now." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Lin Chuan's mouth.

Bang...

Before Li Dong could react, Lin Chuan struck him with the steel rod in his hand. With that one hit, Li Dong was agonizingly battered and nearly collapsed.

"Ouch..." Tears streamed down Li Dong's face from the pain.

"Take my blade!" A disciple from Jingwu Martial Arts Hall charged at Lin Chuan with his knife.

Lin Chuan quickly used his knife to block the opponent's attack, and just as the adversary was about to press on without retracting his blade, Lin Chuan delivered a fierce kick.

Thump...

The person was sent flying by Lin Chuan's kick, nearly toppling over face-first. Lin Chuan sported a cunning smile, coldly staring at his foe and said with a sneer, "How's that? Like the taste of dirt?"

Despite the intense pain, Li Dong continued to resist. Zhao Zhonghai alone was entangling Li Dong, preventing him from exerting his full abilities. Guan Hu, although formidable, had been injured and couldn't bring his strength to bear, leaving him to be dragged down by Zhou Kai and his group, continuously forced to retreat and suppressed.

Lin Chuan glanced sideways, observing Zhou Kai and Zhao Zhonghai taking on Li Dong and Guan Hu. Although the situation seemed precarious, it also presented the best opportunity to test the two.

He didn't make a move himself, instead standing with arms crossed to watch the four entangle.

The people brought by Li Dong were all somewhat afraid of Lin Chuan; this guy was too fearsome. And Lin Chuan's own people were also eyeing their opposition hungrily. However, without Lin Chuan's command, no one made a move.

Not far away, a group of people were spectating.

"My god, isn't that Jingwu Martial Arts Hall's Li Dong?"

"Indeed it's him."

"How did he end up fighting with Changlin Factory's bunch?"

"No idea, East and West territories, how did they start clashing?"

Among the onlookers were many of the Northeast Tiger's men, and of course, some were from Feng Taibao's team. Jiangbei City's Eastern District is an economically prosperous area; a fierce battle erupting in such territory would pique many people's interest, as well as attract onlookers and inquiries.

Li Dong fought with rising ferocity, and Zhou Kai was beginning to falter.

Zhou Kai sustained a cut on his arm, bleeding profusely. Lu Dapao, pulling Zhou Kai back, shouted, "Kai, you're injured!"

"It's nothing, let go of me!" Zhou Kai's eyes turned desperate with urgency.

"Damn, have you lost your mind?" Lu Dapao quickly dragged Zhou Kai towards Haiqing Pool. However, driven to desperation, Zhou Kai kicked Lu Dapao away, yelling fiercely, "Get lost, I'm going for it right now!"

Zhou Kai dashed into Haiqing Pool, and soon after, emerged brandishing a Guan Dao (Guan Yu's saber).

This Guan Dao was more than two meters long, and the substantial blade seemed like an extremely sharp weapon. Such a powerful weapon was practically like a formidable Divine Artifact. Ignoring the wound on his arm, Zhou Kai carried the Guan Dao and charged into the fray.

"Kill!" Zhou Kai bellowed.

"Not good, retreat fast!" The disciples of Jingwu Martial Arts Hall urgently cried out.

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