"With you bunch of good-for-nothings, what's the use of practicing even the best martial arts? You have no real combat experience, you're nothing."
Wu Laosi, walking towards Xu Lingwei with a cleaver, smirked, his sinister eyes looking at the pampered disciples of the sect with contempt.
"Brother Qu, hurry up..."
Seeing Wu Laosi approach Sister Zhishan with a cleaver, Li Zihang was greatly alarmed. He quickly shouted to Qu Guangrong, who was still exchanging fire with Old Seven and Old Eight in the distance.
Qu Guangrong suddenly turned his head. Seeing Wuweizi engaged in a fierce battle with a middle-aged man in the distance, and noticing their unfavorable situation, he immediately shouted to the other police officers, "You hold him off, I'll go help."
"Understood, Chief. Be careful..."
Two police officers beside him shouted to him.
Qu Guangrong, holding his pistol, rushed towards Li Zihang and the others behind him. Bullets whizzed past him. Dodging to the right with agile movements, the bullets only skimmed past his scalp as he quickly reached Li Zihang and the others.
Seeing Wu Laosi about to hack at the struggling Xu Lingwei on the ground with his cleaver, Qu Guangrong didn't hesitate. He raised his pistol and fired two shots at Wu Laosi!
Wu Laosi had foreseen the danger. Before Qu Guangrong's gun even fired, he quickly dodged, tumbling twice on the ground before rolling behind a rock nearby.
Qu Guangrong's eyes widened. Seeing Wuweizi and Lei Laohu locked in battle on the other side, he raised his pistol and aimed at Lei Laohu to fire. However, with two clicks, there were no more bullets.
This turn of events startled Lei Laohu, causing him to flinch and create distance from Wuweizi. He glared at Qu Guangrong and yelled to Wu Laosi, hiding behind the rock, "Laosi, kill them for me."
"Yes, Big Brother."
Seeing that Qu Guangrong was out of bullets, Wu Laosi emerged from behind the rock. His sinister gaze fixed on Qu Guangrong, a sly smile on his face. He ignored the injured Xu Lingwei on the side and charged towards them.
"Brother Qu..."
Li Zihang ran over, glaring at the approaching Wu Laosi. Qu Guangrong's eyes blazed. He snatched Li Zihang's iron sword and met Wu Laosi. Without a word, he thrust the sword forward with extreme speed. In an instant, the iron sword was before Wu Laosi.
"Not good!"
Wu Laosi was suddenly shocked. He quickly raised his cleaver to block. However, Qu Guangrong's fierce thrust caused the sword blade to graze the cleaver, creating a shower of sparks. Qu Guangrong twisted his wrist, entangling the iron sword around Wu Laosi's neck.
But Wu Laosi reacted swiftly. He quickly lowered his head and spun his body backward, like a top. He rapidly retreated, creating a safe distance from Qu Guangrong. He looked at Qu Guangrong in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you, a Chief, to be a martial arts master!"
Qu Guangrong snorted coldly, pointing his iron sword at Wu Laosi. He said, "My master is Duan Wuyu, the abbot of the Wuliang Daoist Temple. I advise you to lay down your weapons and surrender."
"Gah gah..."
Wu Laosi let out a few sinister, strange laughs. Although he had been caught off guard and nearly killed by Qu Guangrong's sword, he now sneered and said, "Chief, do you think we would obediently listen to you and surrender?"
"Then I'll fight until you're beaten down."
Qu Guangrong's eyes widened. Knowing that these villains would never give up so easily, he gripped his iron sword and lunged at Wu Laosi.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lei Laohu, wielding a cleaver, was also battling Wuweizi. Although he was only in the late stage of the Martial Dao Danjing realm, Wuweizi lacked real combat experience, and he was also getting on in years. Thus, he couldn't withstand Lei Laohu's increasingly heavy attacks, leaving him constantly gasping for breath.
However, Wuweizi was, after all, in the Martial Dao Waigang realm, and he couldn't be defeated by Lei Laohu so easily. Moreover, Wuweizi gritted his teeth, fighting more and more smoothly. His iron sword was no longer as chaotic and disorganized. At least now, his Wuliang Swordplay was unleashed with its full power. Coupled with his abundant internal energy, his qi circulated to the tip of his sword, nearly injuring Lei Laohu several times.
For a moment, Lei Laohu became anxious. He glanced over and saw that Wu Laosi was fighting Qu Guangrong, and they were locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle!
"Laosi, what are you doing?" Lei Laohu shouted in anger.
Clang!
Wu Laosi's cleaver clashed with Qu Guangrong's iron sword. Both of them immediately retreated, creating distance. He turned and shouted to Lei Laohu, "Big Brother, this Chief is a master of the early stage of Martial Dao Danjing. I can't take him down quickly."
"Damn it."
Upon hearing that Qu Guangrong was still a master of the early stage of Martial Dao Danjing, Lei Laohu knew he had miscalculated.
"Old Eight, Old Eight, hold on."
However, at this moment, Old Seven, who was fighting in the front, was hiding behind a tree. He turned to look at Old Eight, who was lying on the snow, having been shot in the abdomen. He saw that the snow beneath him was already stained red with blood. Old Eight was convulsing on the ground, frothing blood from his mouth, clearly hit in a vital spot.
"Damn it, I'll kill you..."
Seeing that Old Eight was in trouble, Old Seven's face contorted with rage. After reloading his submachine gun, he stood up and unleashed a hail of gunfire towards the remaining six police officers in front of him, forcing them to take cover behind trees and rocks, not daring to show their heads.
Lin Zijing, a young police officer hiding behind a rock nearest to Old Seven, was silently counting his bullets. At the moment Old Seven fired the last bullet of his magazine, Lin Zijing flashed out. Just as Old Seven was about to duck behind a tree, Lin Zijing held his pistol with both hands and fired three rapid shots.
Bang bang bang!
Three bullets shot out from the barrel, chasing Old Seven. One bullet pierced his neck, and he fell with a thud. His submachine gun flew out, landing in the distant snow.
"Ugh..."
Old Seven clutched his pierced neck, blood seeping through his fingers. He coughed up blood, his eyes wide with the terror of death. He struggled, trying to reach for the submachine gun that had fallen in front of him.
Seeing this, Lin Zijing and the other police officers rushed forward and fired three more shots into Old Seven's back, killing him on the spot. They felt relieved, as the two criminals had killed four of their colleagues and two police dogs. Lin Zijing and the others would not rest if they didn't take them down.
"Quick, go support the Chief!"
Lin Zijing heard the constant clanging of swords and sabers from the distance behind him. He immediately led the other police officers over. They saw Qu Guangrong wielding his iron sword, locked in a fierce struggle with Wu Laosi, while Wuweizi, panting, was also battling Lei Laohu. Both sides were fighting intensely.
"Chief, get out of the way!"
Lin Zijing and the six police officers rushed forward, guns aimed at Wu Laosi, who was entangled with Qu Guangrong. The other three police officers were also aiming at Lei Laohu, but since they were in combat, Lin Zijing and the others dared not fire rashly, lest they hit their own men.
Clang...
Qu Guangrong deflected Wu Laosi's horizontal cleaver with his sword. He took the opportunity to roll into the snowy ground to his left.
Bang bang bang...
At that moment, Lin Zijing and two other police officers unhesitatingly pulled the triggers of their pistols and unleashed a barrage of fire at Wu Laosi.
However, Wu Laosi was no sitting duck. The moment the gunfire erupted, he reacted and quickly scrambled towards the back of the large rock in front of him.
Lin Zijing, filled with urgency, turned his gun towards Lei Laohu, who was still fighting with Wuweizi. The other three police officers also aimed at him but dared not act rashly, fearing they might injure Wuweizi.
"Big Brother, Old Seven and Old Eight are in trouble. Let's retreat."
Wu Laosi, hiding behind the rock, shouted anxiously to Lei Laohu.
After all, these police officers had guns. If they were at close range, these martial arts experts wouldn't fear guns. But Lin Zijing and the others were at a distance from Wu Laosi and Lei Laohu. No matter how high their martial arts or how fast their speed, they probably couldn't dodge bullets.
Lei Laohu, who was fighting with Wuweizi, also furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected that Qu Guangrong among these police officers would be a master of the early stage of Martial Dao Danjing, thus tying up Wu Laosi and preventing him from joining forces with him to kill Wuweizi.
Lei Laohu knew that this mission had failed. Therefore, he exerted force with both hands, slashing fiercely at Wuweizi with his cleaver. The clash of sword and sabre produced flashing sparks. With a clang, Wuweizi was repelled by this strike, staggering back several large steps on the snow before stopping.
"Fire..."
Seeing them separate, Lin Zijing and the others unhesitatingly pulled the triggers of their pistols and fired at Lei Laohu.
But Lei Laohu was, after all, a late-stage Martial Dao Danjing expert. His perception was extremely keen. The moment he separated from Wuweizi, he reacted, using the surrounding trees as cover to dodge. He yelled to Wu Laosi, who was on the other side, "Go!"
Wu Laosi nodded in agreement. He poked his head out to look at Qu Guangrong and Lin Zijing and the others behind him. Their pistols were constantly aimed at him; as long as he dared to come out, they would shoot.
"Damn it, I'll risk it."
Wu Laosi's eyes widened, and he cursed through gritted teeth. He then charged out with all his might, following behind Lei Laohu, using the trees as cover, constantly dodging the bullets whizzing past him from behind.
"Give me..."
Qu Guangrong snatched a pistol from a young police officer nearby. He aimed at Wu Laosi, who was rapidly moving left and right. Qu Guangrong anticipated Wu Laosi's next move to dodge behind the tree to his left, pulled the trigger, and fired a bullet.
As expected, Wu Laosi's next evasive move was towards the tree on the left. The bullet, fired in advance, instantly hit him in the left shoulder blade.
With a thud...
Lei Laohu, who had run far ahead, immediately looked back. Seeing Wu Laosi had fallen into the snow, his tiger eyes widened, glaring furiously at Qu Guangrong in the distance. He gnashed his teeth in anger.
He hadn't expected that three of their brothers would be lost on this mission.