Chapter 58: When Two Foe Meet on a Narrow Path, the Bolder Prevails!

"Big Brother, the guy leading them is Tu Feiying from the Flying Eagle Transport Agency!"

Liu Qi whispered into Chen Jie's ear.

Chen Jie nodded and asked, "What's your plan? How are we going to start the fight?"

Liu Qi said in a deep voice, "Naturally, we go out first and challenge their 'Flying Eagle Transport Agency'. That coward Tu Feiying didn't dare to accept my challenge to a death match before!"

"Now, right in front of all these people, just watch how I beat him to death later!"

Chen Jie immediately frowned and said, "Didn't you say this was a gang war? Why are you still issuing a challenge?"

"If you just walk out like that, all thirty-plus of them will surround and hack at you. Can you block that?"

Two fists cannot fight four hands!

Although Liu Qi's martial arts had broken through to the realm of Bronze Skin and External Force,

he was still a man, not a body of steel.

On a death match stage, he could defeat his opponent in single combat.

But facing such a coordinated group assault, with everyone holding weapons, he would undoubtedly meet a dead end.

Chen Jie took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression:

"Listen to me. Tell all our brothers around us to stay quiet, follow a unified command, and charge straight into the fight the moment we rush out!"

"They outnumber us, so our first wave of attack must cripple half of their men and catch them completely off guard!"

"Remember, no challenges. The moment we rush out, start fighting! If we can cripple half of them in the first wave, we win!"

Hearing this, Liu Qi was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "But—Big Brother, that goes against the rules of the pugilistic world!"

Chen Jie couldn't help but pat Liu Qi's shoulder and said, "Use your brain. If they wanted to play by the rules of the martial world, would they have invited you here for a gang war?"

"Their purpose in coming here is clearly to bury you alive!"

"You're trying to talk about martial world etiquette with them—haven't you chosen the wrong target?"

Hearing this, Liu Qi's eyes widened, as if he suddenly understood.

He had originally intended to have an honorable, head-on gang war with the Flying Eagle Transport Agency.

Now, pointedly disillusioned by Chen Jie, he realized that since the enemy chose to start a fight here, they never intended to fight fairly.

If the opponents cared about martial world rules, they certainly wouldn't have chosen this place, which didn't even have a single 'witness'.

The moment Liu Qi walked out now, these people would undoubtedly swarm him without a word and hack him to death.

Though somewhat rash, he was by no means stupid.

Having figured it out, he was suddenly enlightened.

"This isn't a death match; this is a gang war, where it all comes down to raw passion and hot blood!"

"Whoever can crush the other side gets to survive!"

"Observing rules depends on the situation, understand? When your position is weaker than theirs, talking about rules is suicide!"

"Wait until you have the qualifications to make the rules before you start preaching them to others."

Chen Jie said with a serious expression.

Liu Qi nodded, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes as he said in a deep voice:

"Big Brother, I understand! This is a gang war, there are no rules here! The weak are the prey of the strong, and the victor is king—that is the rule of the pugilistic world!"

Chen Jie nodded and said nothing more.

After a moment, Liu Qi whispered instructions to Xue Qian, telling all the brothers around them to get ready.

In an instant, the surroundings grew very quiet.

Everyone was waiting for Liu Qi's command, and the atmosphere became heavy and tense.

At this moment,

the men of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency had arrived at the center of the vast clearing.

After waiting for a few minutes without hearing any movement, they couldn't help muttering in low voices.

"Boss! That bastard 'Ghost-Foot Seven' wouldn't be too scared to show up, would he?"

"Didn't we agree on eight o'clock tonight? It's already almost eight-thirty, where are they?"

"My blade is sharpened. Today, I'm going to bleed that brat Ghost-Foot Seven!"

"Isn't Liu Qi this tough guy? Let's see just how tough he really is today!?"

"——"

They were bullies on West Gate Street, backed by the Tiger Gate Faction, and they had never taken the West Gate Transport Agency seriously at all.

If not for the fact that 'Ghost-Foot Seven' was formidable in a fight, they would have stepped on the West Gate Transport Agency and crushed them long ago.

Tu Feiying had arranged the gang war with Liu Qi here, and he had swaggered over with his men directly, without even scouting the location beforehand.

He indeed had the confidence to look down on the West Gate Transport Agency.

To be honest, in the eyes of everyone in the Flying Eagle Transport Agency, what kind of people had Liu Qi gathered anyway?

They were either vagrants, beggars, or refugees, with hardly an ounce of meat on their bones—completely unfit for the grand stage.

Among the reeds,

Chen Jie gripped a mace, his palms sweating nervously.

If he only had an assault rifle in his hand right now, that would be truly thrilling.

I wonder how many [Martial Arts Merit Points] it would take to bring an assault rifle over here?

He thought to himself, his mind racing.

All along, Chen Jie had been someone suffering from severe insecurity.

He had always believed in one principle: all fear stems from a lack of firepower!

If he had a fully loaded assault rifle in his hands, why would he need to feel nervous?

The thrill of a dimensional strike is enough to make anyone's adrenaline surge.

For some reason, mingling with people like Liu Qi, Chen Jie suddenly felt his own blood ignited as well.

He crouched in the reeds, his eyes reddened, staring fixedly at the members of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency.

It was almost time!

Just as Tu Feiying of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency grew impatient and began to suspect that Liu Qi and his men weren't coming,

Chen Jie suddenly gripped his mace, stood up, and nodded at Liu Qi beside him as a signal.

The meaning was simple: the fight could begin!

Catch them unprepared and strike where they least expect it!

Whoosh—!

Chen Jie charged straight forward, gripping his mace, his excited heart pounding heavily.

No one made a sound!

Following Chen Jie's instructions, the first wave of the attack must be completely silent—just charge out and lay into them.

Seeing Chen Jie take the lead and charge out, Liu Qi was momentarily stunned.

He never expected that Big Brother Chen, despite not having supreme martial arts, was equally fearless of death!

Swish!

Without a sound, Liu Qi waved his large hand and instantly charged forward right behind Chen Jie.

His speed was much faster than Chen Jie's; naturally, he couldn't let Chen Jie take such risks.

Bang!

The moment Liu Qi rushed out of the reed marsh, the iron rod in his hand swept horizontally. He looked like a tiger descending the mountain—rampageous, chaotic, and fiercely unstoppable.

The "spirited youths" following closely behind Liu Qi grasped their weapons, rushed forward blindly with their heads down, and immediately began fighting.

Divided into two routes!

One route followed Liu Qi, and the other followed Xue Qian!

Two experts at the realm of Bronze Skin and External Force paved the way in front, while the others followed up to deliver finishing blows.

One had to admit, the combat power unleashed by such a sudden ambush was terrifying.

Tu Feiying, the boss of the Flying Eagle Transport Agency, was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that 'Ghost-Foot Seven' would launch a sneak attack, and that the group behind him wouldn't even make a sound, ferocious as wolves.

Strike while the iron is hot!

This wave of attack was executed fiercely, swiftly, and brutally!

The strength of 'Ghost-Foot Seven' was right there. The iron rod in his hands smashed left and right. Taken by surprise, many people hadn't even recovered their senses before they were struck in the body by him, their bones shattering as they collapsed completely, losing all combat capability.

Bang!

As the boss, although Tu Feiying's strength was slightly inferior to Liu Qi's, he was still an expert of the 'Bronze Skin and External Force' realm.

His battle saber engaged in a fierce clash with Liu Qi's iron rod.

Clang, clang, clang——!

The two exchanged blows repeatedly until, a moment later, Tu Feiying was kicked flying by Liu Qi's kick.

The reputation of 'Ghost-Foot Seven' was no empty title; he was widely acclaimed as the toughest fighter on West Gate Street.

These people from the Flying Eagle Transport Agency were used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly on ordinary days. It wasn't that they were frail—their combat capability was actually quite strong.

However, caught completely off guard by the surprise led by Liu Qi and Xue Qian, they were thrown into disarray.

Once their formation was broken, total collapse was inevitable.