Zhang Feng just showed up and threw the fork out as a hidden weapon, hurting an eighth-rank master, but Song Chunyu's team's morale soared, and once again hid back to the stairs.
The Philippine warriors downstairs suffered more and more casualties, and the stairs were covered with a layer of corpses. The warrior alliance of more than 150 people, before attacking Zhang Feng, killed and injured more than 50 people, and Chunyu The team only injured four people, one of whom was seriously injured.
This is the gap.
"Fak, Fak, you idiots, get out of the way and let the 8-Rank take the lead!"
Downstairs, a strong man with a thick-backed machete on his shoulders, who was more than two meters tall, roared.
He is an eighth rank martial artist, named Ruosong, in the arena of the Philippines, he is a famous figure in the arena, and he is also a gold medalist of the black tiger gang. He is impulsive and irritable. Running is the one who will never give up.
The roar like a beast spread, and the chaos on the stairs suddenly froze. After a short silence, the warriors and thugs from various gangs stepped back down the stairs and returned to the lobby on the first floor to regroup.
Simply counting the number of people, the bald-headed man, the boss of the black tiger gang, almost fainted on the spot.
"Fifty-two people died in such a short time, you idiots, brothers of the Black Tiger gang, take orders, led by Ruosong, give me... rush!"
With a shout, the response was the roar of a dozen people. They raised their weapons, led by Ruosong, and rushed up the stairs again.
Seeing this, the bosses of other gangs, even if they had the intention of preserving their strength, couldn't take care of them at this moment. They gathered their own hands and rushed up the stairs in a line.
At the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, Song Chunyu listened to the shouts downstairs, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Brothers, the doormaster has already started to act, everyone cheers up and swears to protect the ladies!"
"Guardian to the death!"
"Guardian to the death..."
The roar returned, morale soared again.
The dark night gate has been living overseas for nearly two hundred years, and it can survive and develop and grow step by step, relying on two words-unity. These two words have penetrated into the soul of every dark night gate disciple.
Possibly, a dark night gate disciple alone will give up to survive in a critical moment, but if two dark night gate disciples are in danger at the same time, they will use their lives to protect their companions, even if they use their own lives to make their companions escape to heaven.
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At this moment, it was Chunyu Team who used her life to protect Zhang Feng's woman. Next time, Zhang Feng will use her life to protect their family.
Unity is equal.
There were running sounds and shouts of killing from the stairs. After a while, a sturdy man showed up with someone. He carried a machete with a grinning smile on his face, and pointed his knife at Song Chunyu.
"It's Rank 8, brothers, tactics No. 4, get ready!"
Song Chunyu's pupils shrunk slightly, calm to the extreme, and with a shout, the short knife in his hand pointed at Ruosong.
Seven-Rank vs. 8-Rank, in terms of momentum, they don’t give in to each other.
"Die!"
Wakamatsu roared hoarsely in English, like a roar of a beast, then he raised his machete and rushed up the stairs.
Song Chunyu Wei Ran was not afraid, and raised his knife to greet him.
"Dang!" With a loud noise, Song Chunyu flew out, was caught by the team members behind him, and barely stood firm.
Looking at the stairs again, Ruosong had nothing to do, grinning with a wicked smile, and stepped up to the third floor.
Even at the pinnacle of the seventh product, in front of the eighth product, it’s not enough to see...
"Tactic No. 4... Come on!"
Song Chunyu was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, resisting the turbulence of blood in his chest, and roaring fiercely.
Roaring back in the hallway, the two team members rushed out without hesitation. Before Ruosong was in front of him, they rolled on the spot, and the two used short knives to attack Ruosong's calf.
Before Ruosong could react, two more rushed out. They leaped high and attacked Ruosong's head at the same time.
"Get away!" Ruosong roared in the local language and waved his machete, as if swept across the two people in front of him with a gust of wind.
However, there are legs that attacked again.
At the critical moment, he had to change his tricks, retreat, and then stomped down and rolled down the stairs. If the stairs were not covered with corpses, it would be enough for him.
After all, a person who is more than two meters tall and is physically strong will suffer more damage if he falls on the ground.
The No. 4 tactics of the Zhanzitang Tactics Department exerted its power. The seemingly simple attack method can push the 8-Rank masters back. This is a tactical success.
Ruosong quickly got up, carrying a big knife, and roaring angrily.
However, on the third floor, Chunyu Squad returned to the top of the stairs and arranged a line of defense, so that Ruosong's efforts were in vain.
"Follow me and go together!"
Although Ruosong is impulsive, he is not stupid, otherwise he would not live in a place where the joints are constantly fighting.
After a roar, other black tiger gang thugs shouted and rushed forward, followed Ruosong, and attacked again.
Song Chunyu knew very well that he could not retreat, otherwise he would let the enemy rush to the third floor, and his side would lose its condescending geographical advantage, and there would be a large number of casualties immediately.
Step back, step back, retreat into the room where the ladies are, and die in battle, the ladies...
"Brothers, the time has come to work hard, meet on a narrow road, and the brave wins!"
Song Chunyu raised his arms and shouted, with a short knife in his hand, slowly pointing to Ruosong under the stairs.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Roaring back **, the team members, along with the last few wounded, all roared together.
"Kill them!"
Ruosong also yelled, raising his knife and rushing to the third floor again.
Seeing that the two sides were about to collide together, a few sneers came, amidst the roar, it was particularly clear.
Ruosong was taken aback for a moment and quickly turned his head. He saw a middle-aged man standing on the glass window opposite the stairs with a knife in his hand.
"Zhang Feng?"
Even if he had never seen Zhang Feng, Ruosong still judged the result from his aura.
Because he is so different, like a king standing in a chaotic army, no matter how dangerous the side is, his eyes are scornful.
"That's right, there is a prize!"
Zhang Feng smiled leisurely and walked in through the window. With a wave of the knife, an afterimage passed by.
A thug who attempted to launch an attack knelt to the ground amid the sound of "hehe", the knife in his hand had fallen off, his hands were covering his neck, blood still couldn't stop pouring out, his sleeves and plackets were dyed red.
It was as fast as lightning, and people couldn't capture the specific position, let alone dodge and defense.
Upon seeing this, Ruosong narrowed his eyes and showed a look of fear on his face. Not to mention the other people on the stairs, he let go of the boss in an instant, and all his faces were panicked.
"Go to hell!"
The machete pointed at Zhang Feng, Ruosong yelled at Zhang Feng in bad Chinese.
But before he moved, Zhang Feng’s attack came first, brandishing a short knife, and flew over...
(End of this chapter)