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A Fengxian ordinary cadre who was trying to sneak up on the cobra's flank had only swung his fist halfway when he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes!

boom! ! !

Cobra struck first despite being behind, delivering a heavy left hook that slammed into his stomach like a hammer!

"vomit!"

The Fengxian cadre's eyes bulged out, and his body instantly arched like a shrimp, as if all his strength had been drained by that punch.

Immediately afterwards, Cobra's right fist, carrying a cold, ruthless will to end things, slammed down like a hammer onto the back of his neck!

Pfft!

The cadre didn't even utter a sound before slamming his face down onto the ground. His body twitched twice before he lay still.

The whole process was so fast it was breathtaking, definitely no more than two seconds!

Led by Cobra, the dozen or so members of the Sannoh Alliance managed to defeat the thirty-odd bald men from Fengxian, causing them to retreat in disarray.

The battle was almost entirely one-sided and overwhelming!

Soon, the battle was nearing its end.

Most of the bald men were lying on the ground, groaning and rolling around. Only a few could still stand, but they were all injured.

A member of the Sannoh gang sat on the back of a bald man named Fengxian, whom he had just beaten to the ground, and slapped his bald head with a wicked grin, mocking, "Hey, you bald brat, see that? What are you doing causing trouble in our Sannoh Street? Aren't you just asking for trouble? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Hmph, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding! Do you really think you're invincible?"

Another member of the Sannoh triad crossed his arms and looked down at his groaning opponent on the ground: "In the face of true power, you are nothing but a bunch of insignificant trash! Understand?"

"Now you know how tough it is, right? If you don't want to keep getting beaten up, get up right now, tuck your tail between your legs, and go back to your Huya Liu City!"

The blond-haired member of the Sannoh gang kicked the butt of a bald man standing nearby.

"Why don't you just stay in your own little patch of land? Why do you have to go and mess with us? Don't you even know who's protecting this place?!"

Another member added with a sneer, his tone filled with the arrogance of a victor and utter contempt for the loser.

The easy elimination of these enemies completely dispelled the wariness that the members of the Sannoh Alliance had felt due to the news from Atan.

Phoenix lilies? Nothing special! So what if there are many people?

They're just a bunch of pathetic trash!

They relaxed completely, even with a sense of superiority like a cat playing with a mouse.

However, in this moment filled with ridicule and declarations of victory—

Tap...tap tap...tap tap tap!

A series of dense and heavy footsteps, like muffled thunder, resounded from all directions! At first, they were very faint, but they quickly became clear, loud, and deafening!

The ease on Cobra's face froze instantly, and his sharp gaze swept across the alleyways and street corners like a searchlight!

From the alley on the left, a large group of bald men emerged.

At the end of the street on the right, a group of people wearing Kaiku uniforms appeared.

The intersection behind them was blocked by Suzuran delinquents dressed in black uniforms with equally fierce eyes!

A human figure!

More and more people are appearing!

Densely packed, layer upon layer!

They surged forth like a tide, carrying a cold and oppressive murderous aura, from every passable direction, quickly filling the entire street.

The Sannoh members, who had just been shouting, froze with shock and disbelief.

The guy sitting on the bald man suddenly stood up, his face ashen.

The blond guy who had been holding his arms slumped down, his arms hanging limply, his eyes filled with horror!

"Hello... hello hello hello..."

One of the Sannoh members swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse like sandpaper scraping: "These brats... how many of them have come?!"

"This...this fucking...there are at least two hundred people!"

Another voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Two hundred? I think it's almost three hundred! They're all around us! We...we're surrounded!"

The blond-haired man's voice carried a hint of despair.

The members of the Godslayer Legion advanced silently, their steps perfectly synchronized, like a well-trained army.

Their eyes were cold, and they made no noise. They simply formed a silent human wall, completely surrounding the mere dozen or so members of the Mountain King Alliance, like an isolated island in a vast ocean.

The air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only a suffocating sense of oppression and the heavy, drum-like footsteps!

The members of the Sannoh Alliance, who had just easily crushed their enemies, now looked as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats. Their faces turned pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

That terrifying difference in numbers, nearly twenty times, brought not only a visual shock but also a lingering sense of panic.

Chapter 231 This is Our Home

"Hey! We finished dealing with one batch, and now so many more brats are popping up!"

A member of the Sannoh group spoke with an incredulous tremor, his face turning pale as he watched the figures surging out from all directions like a tide.

"Damn it... how many of these brats actually came?! That bastard A-Tan! Couldn't he have given a clearer picture of the situation?!"

Another member's voice also changed, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and cold beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

Three hundred people? Four hundred people?

The sheer number of heads was enough to send chills down your spine with just a glance, and the suffocating sense of oppression felt like a tangible pressure on your chest.

"What else can we do?! Fight!"

A hot-tempered member of the Sannoh gang roared, "We've figured out how strong those brats are! They're just relying on numbers, aren't they? In the end, they're just a bunch of immature kids. Their strength is nothing special. We could take them down easily!"

Even so, the terrifying difference in numbers, nearly twenty times, still caused all the members of the Mountain King to huddle together, back to back.

They warily scanned the encircling circle, their contempt replaced by seriousness and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Just then, the front line of the Godslayer Legion parted slightly, and several figures with a distinct aura, different from ordinary soldiers, stepped out from the crowd.

Kumakiri Rikiya's eyes were fierce, Shibayama Hayato was expressionless, Toshiro Matoba had a cold smile on his lips, Izaki Shun's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, Sagara Takeshi's eyes were full of ferocity, and Makise Takashi and Tamura Chuta were rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

Their gazes, like cold probes, were fixed on the group of Shanwang surrounded in the middle.

"Hey! Which blind bastard just called us all trash?!"

Kumagiri Rikiya's voice was like a thunderclap, filled with the fury of being insulted.

"Hey, you mountain king, stop looking down on people!"

Hayato Shibayama responded coldly.

"Does being older make you think you're something special?"

He sneered at the lack of fighting spirit, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

Immediately afterward, Tamao Serizawa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes calm yet carrying a deep sense of oppression, while Tomoji Katagiri stood like a silent iron tower. The two walked side by side to the front, their gazes sweeping over the chaotic battlefield and landing precisely on Cobra, who stood at the forefront of the Sannoh group.

"It seems these guys are the main force of the Mountain King."

Tamao Serizawa exhaled a smoke ring, his voice low but clear enough to cut through the noise: "That's a cobra, isn't it?"

He pointed at the cobra, then his gaze swept over the bald-headed men of the Phoenix Temple who had been knocked down by the Mountain King and were now struggling and groaning on the ground. His eyes darkened slightly: "We're here to help Kaijiu get revenge. Don't think that just because Kaijiu caused such a scene, you can pretend nothing happened!"

"Get up! Stop lying there!"

With a low shout, he unleashed his fighting spirit at the bald men on the ground.

As if injected with some kind of stimulant, many of those bald men who had previously seemed to have lost their fighting ability gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and struggled to stand up again.

They clutched their wounds, their eyes filled with an almost obsessive tenacity, as they rejoined the ranks of the Godslayer Legion.

Of course, some of those whose injuries were too severe could only lie on the ground in pain, unable to get up again.

But this indomitable spirit cast a shadow over the hearts of the Sannoh members once again.

"Cobra...this is a huge problem!"

A member of the Sannoh group spoke hoarsely, looking at his opponents who had risen again and the endless sea of ​​people before him: "These brats are determined to fight us to the death! If a real fight breaks out, it will be an unprecedentedly fierce battle!"

"Even a large group of ants can kill an elephant! We only have a dozen or so people... are we really strong enough?"

Another member of the Sannoh group spoke with a voice full of worry.

"Not fight? Do you think they'll let us go if we don't fight?"

The Mountain King members gritted their teeth, pointing at the menacing, fierce-looking members of the Godslayer Legion around them, "Look at the eyes of these brats! They're all like hungry wolves, as if they want to devour us alive!"

All eyes were on the cobra.

This key figure in the Sannoh Association is currently under immense pressure.

But his sharp eyes remained as firm as a rock, unwavering in the slightest.

Clenching their fists tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force, their gazes, sharp as tempered steel blades, swept over every enemy surrounding them.

"This is our home!"

The cobra's voice was like the clash of metal, resolute and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable willpower.

···Requesting flowers·· ···

"We've been here since we were born. Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass here is something we must protect, no matter who comes, no matter how many of them there are, or how strong they are..."

He suddenly raised his voice, like a drawn sword: "Get them all out of here!!!"

"Oh!!!"

The members of the Sannoh Alliance were instantly ignited with their fighting spirit by Cobra's resolute declaration.

His panic was temporarily suppressed by his surging fighting spirit, and he let out a deafening roar!

"on!"

Looking into the cobra's eyes, which burned with an indomitable flame, Tamao Serizawa knew that any words would be superfluous.

He calmly uttered the command and waved his right hand forward.

"Roar!!!"

"Brothers! Charge—!!!"

... ... ...

"Let these arrogant fools see the might of the Godslayer Legion!"

“Crush them!!!”

It was like igniting a giant powder keg!

A deafening roar instantly tore the sky apart! The roars of hundreds of people converged into a terrifying sound wave that swept across the entire Sannoh Street and even reached the neighboring districts.

The God-Slaying Legion, like a flood bursting its banks, crashed against the dozen or so "reefs" in the center with an aura of utter destruction that could crush everything!

"beat!!!"

The cobra's roar was like a battle cry.

Without any hesitation, he led the Mountain Kings and their men like a sharp, tempered blade, charging fiercely toward the seemingly weaker side of the God-Slaying Legion's encirclement!

His intention was clear: to gather everyone's strength and break through from a single point, creating an opening to break out.

Then, by utilizing their familiarity with the terrain, they broke into smaller groups and gradually eliminated the invaders in street fighting.

Being alone in this sea of ​​people is a dead end!

The members of the Sannoh Association understood each other perfectly; their years of tacit understanding meant they didn't need words.

They followed closely behind Cobra, forming a tight wedge-shaped assault formation.

The cobra is the sharpest arrow!

boom! ! !

The two forces collided violently once again.