Chapter 677 - 552: Unmoving as a Mountain, Striking to Kill! (Part 2)

Zhang Su had been waiting for the people from the mountain to come down. Seeing everything ready, he said, "Let’s all enjoy the show together. Since everyone is here, let’s begin!"

The setup was simple, with plenty of people on site. The fighters were enthusiastic, and under direction, they quickly formed a circle, not very large, with a diameter of about ten meters.

Zhang Su occupied half of the circle, facing nine members of the Flying Wolf Gang. They had been thoroughly checked multiple times; not even a hidden weapon or a lighter tucked in a sock escaped scrutiny. The most exaggerated was a lady who used a bitter tea elastic band to strap a survival whistle to her metal keychain—not worried about discomfort.

In this primitive duel, no weapons were allowed, filled with a wild and violent beauty.

An area of about eighty square meters accommodated ten people, not appearing crowded, but if a life-and-death fight were to unfold, moving freely would be difficult.

"Xinyu, Brother Su, he, he..."

Zhong Xiaoshan couldn’t help but come down from the mountain. Seeing Zhang Su really standing in the arena to duel with nine people made her incredibly nervous, tightly holding Zheng Xinyu’s hand.

"Can I really stop him from doing anything? Oh, don’t be so tense. If he’s willing to do it, he surely has confidence!"

"That’s right, don’t worry."

The two Leader’s Wives whispered to each other when suddenly a sentence floated over from behind, startling them.

Turning to look, they found it was Ju Mumio...

In the arena, Qi Dabin glanced left and right, squinting and said, "Master Zhang, are you really going to decide between life and death? Until the first move is made, it can be amended anytime!"

"Not at all..." Zhang Su showed surprise, "I’m the one who set the rules, right? Do I need you to remind me? Bozai, come over and announce the start!"

Lu Yubo heard the call and his heart skipped a beat. He had never done anything in front of so many people, and his psychological state wasn’t up to par, leaving him frozen.

"Old Yu!"

Zhang Su dropped a black line from his forehead and blamed himself for the slip, why was he even calling Lu Yubo in this situation.

Yuwen carried a strong presence, and when he heard Zhang Su’s call, he prominently stood tall and stepped forward to the middle of the field, glancing at Qi Dabin and the others.

"Brothers! The Flying Wolf Gang has repaid kindness with enmity and seeks to harm Celestial Horse Island. Their crimes have been exposed, and they now face King Yama’s judgment!"

"King Yama, King Yama!"

Zhang Su said he was guilty, but no one would truly believe he was being punished. Yuwen’s words instantly resonated with everyone, igniting collective outrage and raising their arms in furious cheer.

This wave of loud shouts, whether or not it frightened the Flying Wolf Gang members, caused the already suffering combat personnel on guard on the other side of the convoy to first jump in surprise, cursing in their hearts that these bastards were truly ignoring their brothers for their own delight; were zombies coming to bite us first?

Zhang Su didn’t let the shouting continue, raising his fist high, and as the sound fell, the echo rebounded off the mountain and resounded in the open field, lingering long after.

"Old Yu, make haste; the brothers are tired."

Zhang Su’s arms hung by his thighs, adjusting his mental state to the peak. For this battle, he even activated a backup energy slot; anyway, on home turf, with brothers around, just go for it!

"Judgment, commence!"

Yuwen wasted no words, raising a single arm high and then chopping downwards, retreating with flair. He certainly wasn’t afraid, confident that the duel wouldn’t unfold in an instant, leaving him enough time for a graceful exit.

Just as Yuwen expected, by the time he retreated to the circle’s edge, the opposing sides in the arena hadn’t budged an inch.

Six or seven hundred people gathered in the open field, yet an eerie silence ensued, the sky dark and windless, the entire scene like a frozen frame.

Colloquially, it was stuck.

Such moments call for the fluttering of doves, falling leaves, a breeze, or snowflakes settling...

The gaze of hundreds made the temperature seem to drop a few degrees, Qi Dabin’s nine were breathing heavily, collectively bearing the pressure.

"It’s either life or death, just this one shot, brothers, Zhang Su is merely a paper tiger, the Flying Wolf Gang will win!"

Qi Dabin suddenly shouted, bolstering his own courage and invigorating his companions.

"Kill!! Kill!!"

As the shout fell, Qi Dabin didn’t rush up first, but Big Bull couldn’t endure the pressure anymore, striding toward Zhang Su in a fierce charge, the two-hundred-pound strong man like a flesh-and-blood tank.

Following him, the other eight hollered as they charged forward, as they say, even a master can be beaten by chaotic fists, they didn’t believe nine pairs of fists and feet couldn’t take down one person!

The battle of life and death, the Flying Wolf Gang’s momentum was astonishing. Zhang Su watched the nine charging toward him, his mind continuously thinking, weighing, and rehearsing strategies. Even though he was strong now, he dared not underestimate them.

Those earlier words were nothing but a call for excitement; in reality, he was incredibly cautious, more focused than when he first faced the big guy!

In the blink of an eye, the moment Big Bull started moving and entered the range covered by the white mist, Zhang Su’s eyes burst with fierceness, his work boots creaked with a noticeable shape change from the thick soles!

Force hadn’t moved, but Dark Force already exerted.

To the onlookers, Zhang Su appeared motionless. Many couldn’t help but sweat for him; this scene of one versus nine was something only seen in films, and often only two or three truly engaged while others hovered at the back...

In reality, what exactly would happen, no one knew, they were all waiting to see!

Bam!

Zhang Su finally moved. When Big Bull charged within two meters, his right leg exerted force, leaving a dusty pit where he stood, and he was already gone.