Mythology Management System

Seeing Bai Qi descend from the sky, Xie Dong's face instantly turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and desperately squeezed out the remaining strength in his body, instantly unleashing his life potential.

To be honest, he didn't like entering the state of activating his life potential. This state was fine for bullying weaker opponents, but once he fought against someone of the same level, his gigantic body became a target.

The situation is critical now, and Xie Dong can't care about anything else. If he can activate his life potential, he can hold on for a while longer. If he doesn't, he'll probably die here. So he has no choice.

His exposed skin turned bright red at a visible speed, constantly radiating a large amount of heat. It felt as if warm currents were flowing through his body. Xie Dong's body swelled up at a visible speed, his exaggerated muscles exuding a violent beauty. The iron rod on his right leg, which was used to support his body, appeared somewhat slender under his bulging body.

"Die!!" Xie Dong bent his left leg to support himself on the ground, and swung his right leg upward to block Bai Qi's sudden spear. His body was forced back two steps by the enormous force transmitted from the spear.

"Well done, today I'll use you to test my strength." Bai Qi's blood surged, and his body more than doubled in size in just a few breaths. The veins on his arms bulged, and his two-meter-long bronze spear looked rather small at this moment, like a toy in a child's hand.

Xie Dong had lost most of his strength and was already at his limit. He wanted to leave, but his retreat was blocked. He was caught in the crossfire between the mercenaries and Bai Qi.

"You forced me to do this!" Seeing that he couldn't escape anytime soon, Xie Dong gradually gave up his plan to run away and prepared to fight to the death, so that at least he would have a sliver of hope to survive.

"Oh, looks like your companion is about to die," Fu Jiu mocked his opponent.

This man was skilled in hand techniques, a trained fighter, and his two iron claws were quite formidable. If it weren't for the mercenaries from the Dragon Slayer Pavilion harassing him, he really wouldn't want to deal with such a character alone.

Sun Wu's expression turned slightly cold, and he smirked, "How about we call it quits? Although I can't defeat you all, I can still take some of you down with me if I fight to the death."

He was also running out of energy, and if he couldn't get his opponent to stop soon, he would surely be defeated here today.

The mercenaries involved in the siege were somewhat tempted, but they also knew that pushing their opponents too far would not benefit anyone.

Before they could make a decision, Fu Jiu spoke first.

"He's just bluffing. With his current strength, even if he unleashes his life potential, how much power can he actually unleash? He probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow from each of us."

Fu Jiu spoke with utter disdain, and immediately charged forward with his black Tang sword.

"If you don't want it, I'll take the head of this third-tier expert. I'm sure I can exchange it for a lot of resources in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion."

"Huh?" The mercenaries also realized what was going on. The two gangs had been fighting for a long time, and both sides had bounties for killing members of the other gang.

As a high-ranking member of the Black Dragon Society, Sun Wu's bounty was naturally not low. Many people had long been eyeing his head, but they had never found an opportunity. If they could take advantage of this opportunity to capture Iron Shrimp's head and present it to the Pavilion Master, they would definitely reap the rewards afterward.

"Brothers, let's go!" After a moment's hesitation, several mercenaries grabbed their knives and charged forward. The enemy was already low on health, so what was there to be afraid of?

At worst, we die and go home. Isn't the point of living to enjoy life? What's with all this fussing?

With the addition of Fu Jiu and the other two, the scales of victory quickly tipped in Zhanlong Pavilion's favor, and the number of Black Dragon Society members left standing was dwindling.

With a loud "boom," Xie Dong's massive body finally collapsed, rapidly shrinking back to normal size.

Under Bai Qi's deliberate "care," Xie Dong was practically a corpse, and the conflict between Zhanlong Pavilion and Black Dragon Society would only escalate further after this incident.

Sun Wu was also covered in wounds and was not far from death. Especially after seeing his partner fall, his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, and he was stunned for a moment.

Xie Dong was his old partner of seven or eight years, and Xie Dong's death was a much bigger blow to him than Fei Yu's death.

When he came to his senses again, a piece of the blade was already stuck in his chest.

Fu Jiu curled his lips into a sneer and said sarcastically, "You dare to lose focus while fighting me? Are you tired of living?"

With a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Iron Shrimp Sun Wu opened his mouth, but before he could utter his last words, he followed his two old buddies to the Yellow Springs.

At this point, all three generals of the Black Dragon Society—the fish, the shrimp, and the crab—had perished. Apart from the Black Dragon leader, who had not yet made a move, the entire Black Dragon Society was left with only some first and second-tier shrimps, most of whom were dead.

"Whoo~"

Fu Jiu and Bai Qi leaned against the wall, resting and adjusting their condition. The battle had exhausted them. Li Si, who seemed to have pulled a fruit out of his pocket at some point, picked it up and started eating it without a care for the dirt.

The mercenaries stared blankly, unsure what to say. "You just finished killing someone and you're sitting here eating? And are you sure you didn't bring the wrong equipment? Even bringing a jug of wine would be better than bringing some fruit, right?"

The one-eyed mercenary, with his body slumped, made a few quick arrangements before walking over and plopping down next to the three men.

At the same time, he smiled and handed over a pot of wine, asking casually, "Brother, where are you from?"

Fu Jiu took the wine and gulped it down, then laughed and said, "I haven't found a good place to go yet. I heard that Zhanlong Pavilion and Black Dragon Society are at war, so I thought I'd come and join in the fun and maybe even make some money."

Fu Jiu didn't intend to hide too much. It was safer to speak only half-truths, as he would inevitably have to deal with these underground forces if he wanted to make a living in Qingshui City in the future.

Killing the Black Dragon is no easy task. He plans to find an ally first. Given that he has already offended the Black Dragon Society, the Dragon Slayer Pavilion is the best option at present!

The one-eyed mercenary chuckled upon hearing this, thinking to himself that this guy was quite honest. If it weren't for the profit, who would be willing to get involved in this mess?

"Tell me, what do you want? Treasure or territory? I, One-Eyed, am someone of importance in the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. You've done us a great favor this time, so as long as your requests aren't too difficult, I can agree on behalf of the Pavilion Master," the One-Eyed mercenary said, patting his chest.

Fu Jiu smiled and said, "It seems that Brother One-Eyed is a straightforward person."

"I won't waste any more words. Our Mythical Sect wants to cooperate with the Dragon Slayer Pavilion!"

"Mythology?" One-Eyed frowned.

Which organization is this? When did a legend emerge in Qingshui City? I've never heard of it before.

Seeing the confusion on One-Eyed's face, Fu Jiu appropriately showed a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother One-Eyed. Myth is a force that the three of us brothers have just established, and there are only the three of us as members right now."

The name of the Bureau of Myths of the Heavens was too arrogant. Fu Jiu was really afraid that he would be beaten up if he said it out loud, so he discussed with them that they would temporarily use "Myth" to replace the organization's name.

The one-eyed mercenary suddenly realized, "So that's how it is." He had been in the underworld for so many years and had dealt with many forces, big and small, so he immediately guessed the difficulties faced by Bai Qi and his companions.

Newly established gangs are often easily suppressed by established forces, and most are directly broken up or absorbed by large gangs. Even if they manage to survive, it is difficult for them to own their own territory.

He mistakenly believed that the three people in front of him were also facing the same situation, so he wanted to take advantage of their situation by cooperating with Zhanlong Pavilion.

One-Eyed kept calculating the gains and losses of the cooperation. Two of the three people in front of him were obviously experts, one of whom had even reached the third level of strength. The Dragon Slayer Pavilion was in need of people at the moment. As long as their background was legitimate, it would be a good thing to bring them into the Dragon Slayer Pavilion.

While he was still pondering, Fu Jiu was suddenly jolted, and a powerful aura surged forth from his body like an overwhelming force.

"Finally a breakthrough!"