251: The situation reversed again

The Axe Gang members from the third branch on the opposite side were eager to support Bao Hui, so they, like the other two sides, tried to communicate with them.

"May I ask, esteemed sir..."

"No need for pleasantries, let's go." Ximen Chuifeng directly interrupted the leader's inquiry. He not only had to lead this team but also manage all message transmissions within the entire Axe Gang's battle. He just wanted a quick resolution...

Above the Axe Gang's dungeon.

"What? How could this be..."

Bao Hui hadn't expected that a palm strike, using seventy percent of his strength, would be so effortlessly neutralized by Xiong Mao.

Furthermore, Xiong Mao gave him no chance to react, immediately following up with a heavy punch aimed at him!

Bao Hui was all too familiar with such moves; Xiong Mao was that kind of person, only knowing how to use brute force.

So, he turned around, as usual, intending to counterattack, but before his palm could even touch Xiong Mao, he was knocked to the ground by Xiong Mao's punch.

"Pfft—" Bao Hui clutched his chest, looking at Xiong Mao in disbelief. "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

Xiong Mao's punch was delivered with genuine force, his primordial energy concentrated in his fist, leaving Bao Hui significantly injured.

Bao Hui, refusing to believe, pushed himself up from the ground and continued to fight Xiong Mao.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Xiong Mao's mouth as he threw another punch at the charging Bao Hui.

With a "bang," Bao Hui was once again at a disadvantage, and this punch landed squarely on his face.

"This is impossible!" Bao Hui was thunderstruck; he simply could not accept that Xiong Mao had suddenly become stronger than him.

Clearly, Xiong Mao was inferior to him!

"Aren't you very puzzled, wondering what exactly is going on?"

Zhuang Sanming, watching from the side, had a shrewd glint in his eyes. No matter how intense the plan he was involved in, he was still just a seventeen-year-old child. Seeing Bao Hui in such a state, he was excited and also wanted to kick him while he was down.

At this moment, all of Bao Hui's subordinates had already been dealt with by the people Xiong Mao brought. Sometimes, the advantage of numbers was very clear.

Bao Hui looked back, behind him, his men were all... Why hadn't the reinforcements arrived yet??

His nearly two hundred men hadn't made it here yet!

What was going on?

"Cough, cough, cough, cough." Bao Hui felt his blood rushing up and couldn't help but cough twice, actually spitting out two mouthfuls of fresh blood.

"Are you curious why I suddenly stabbed you just now?" Zhuang Sanming indicated that such a task of kicking a man when he's down should be left to him.

Upon hearing this, Bao Hui understood most of it, and at the same time, became even more furious: "It was you? What did you do to me?"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, abruptly looking up at Wen Hui, who was standing beside Xiong Mao.

"It's you—" He widened his eyes, appearing incredibly disbelieving.

"That's right, it's me. Do you still remember when you and I challenged a third-tier fierce beast together?" Wen Hui didn't smile, nor did she show any sadness. She just felt it was meaningless.

The childhood sweethearts from back then had, after all, come to this point.

"It's the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Poison..." Bao Hui looked down at the palm of his right hand, which had already started to turn black, a sign of poisoning.

The Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Poison was something they had accidentally created more than ten years ago while gathering herbs in the mountains. This poison was extremely potent, its toxins extracted from seven types of venomous insects and seven types of poisonous herbs. It was effective on both ordinary people and martial artists, and because they had made it so many times, they eventually couldn't even distinguish which seven insects and seven herbs were used, so there was only the poison, no antidote.

One time, while gathering herbs, they encountered a third-tier Fanged Tiger. They were both young then; Bao Hui was close to the third level but just a step away, forced to remain at the second level.

Wen Hui was also at the second level, and being young, she didn't have much combat experience. Facing this third-tier Fanged Tiger truly put their lives on the line.

Bao Hui actively drew the Fanged Tiger's aggression, being pounced to the ground and covered in blood.

At that time, his leg had already been bitten, and he didn't have as much strength as the Fanged Tiger, making escape impossible.

In a critical moment, Wen Hui remembered the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Poison they had developed together.

Relying on this poison, Wen Hui successfully rescued Bao Hui. The third-tier Fanged Tiger, unable to find an antidote, suffered a significant drop in strength and became extremely weak, allowing them to seize the opportunity and kill it.

This poison, effective on fierce beasts, could also be used on martial artists.

It wouldn't cause immediate death but would slowly drain primordial energy, leading to extreme weakness.

Wen Hui also seemed to recall various beautiful memories from the past, but ultimately, she closed her eyes and reopened them, her gaze utterly cold.

Everyone on Xiong Mao's side was happy, because Bao Hui no longer had the ability to resist, he could only be slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Bao Hui grew weaker and weaker.

No wonder the healing potion he drank earlier had no effect; although his stamina recovered somewhat, his strength had been continuously draining.

If this continued, it would be disastrous... Damn it, why haven't those people arrived yet?

Could Xiong Mao have another trick up his sleeve?

Bao Hui looked at Xiong Mao, who was approaching him step by step, despair showing in his eyes.

Was he going to die just like this?

He was unwilling!

Although Xiong Mao felt he had become much more composed than before, at this moment, with Bao Hui on the verge of death and the position of Gang Leader within reach, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Bao Hui watched as Xiong Mao drew closer and closer, and he felt the fluctuation of primordial energy in Xiong Mao's palm.

He saw Xiong Mao's legs appear less than a meter in front of him.

Was he going to die?

To die at the hands of this simpleton he had never once respected?

"Squeak—"

"Rumble—"

Just then, two sounds rang out in succession.

Xiong Mao clearly froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

Sure enough, he saw the person he least wanted to see at that moment.

The Old Gang Leader sat in a wooden wheelchair, pushed by Elder He. The Old Gang Leader clapped his hands, seemingly admiring the scene before him: "Splendid, truly splendid."

And behind the Old Gang Leader was not just Elder He; the "rumbling" sound rang out again, as all the neutral faction members arrived. A rough estimate put their numbers at least two hundred.

To Bao Hui's ears, the Old Gang Leader's aged voice was like heavenly music.

"Gang Leader! Gang Leader, you've come to save me, haven't you? Please save me!" Bao Hui, as if grasping at a lifeline, struggled to crawl towards the Old Gang Leader.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die. He hadn't become Gang Leader yet, he hadn't threatened the Bingyan Office yet, how could he die at this moment??

The Old Gang Leader gave Bao Hui a cold look and cursed, "Idiot!"

Then he gave Elder He a meaningful look. Elder He immediately understood and ordered someone to move Bao Hui to the back.