AWB Chapter 111 The Practical Power of the Dragon Roar
Chapter 111 The Practical Power of the Dragon Roar
The eldest leader walked down from the attic and stood between Lin Feng and the eighth leader.
The leader pressed his hand down, and the bandits in the square immediately shut up and stopped making a fuss.
The leader said, "The eighth and ninth leaders have a minor conflict and want to settle it with a fight. I support them."
I'll add a little something for them.
The head of the gang pulled out two thousand-tael silver notes from his pocket and waved them around.
"These two days will be the prize for your martial arts competition. Whoever wins will take it."
The leader made no mention of the rules of the duel, nor did he say anything about stopping short of a fight.
No one else dared to mention it, nor would they.
It was obvious they wanted the two to fight to the death.
The Eighth Master cursed himself for his foul mouth, for he had just uttered a single insult and ended up on the deathmatch stage.
The martial arts skills of the leaders are not necessarily that different, and if they really fight, one of them might lose.
The prize offered by the eldest leader made the eighth leader feel much better.
No one would risk their life for a single benefit.
I'd risk it all for two thousand taels of silver.
Lin Feng didn't care about the two thousand taels of silver; his main purpose was to use this Eighth Master to establish his authority.
He used this Eighth Master to intimidate his group of subordinates, so that they would obey his every command.
The Eighth Master's men kept making a fuss.
"Brother, if you win later, take these two thousand taels of silver and lead the brothers to the city to have some fun."
The Eighth Master cursed inwardly, "A bunch of shameless little bastards! I risked my life to win this silver, why should I give it to you to enjoy? You're nothing!"
Although the Eighth Master thought this way, his face was still full of smiles.
He patted his chest and said, "Okay, tonight we'll drink until we drop."
"it is good!"
The Eighth Master's men cheered.
When they were competing, Lin Feng chose ring number nine, while he chose ring number eight.
A person's courage can be seen from the arena they choose.
The Eighth Master felt that no matter how good Lin Feng's kung fu was, his courage was not as good as his own, and he was three points weaker in terms of momentum.
Momentum may seem intangible, but it's actually quite important.
With enough momentum, one can unleash twelve times the strength.
If you lack momentum, you can only unleash seven or eight tenths of your full potential.
Lin Feng's men were not to be outdone.
One of his centurions shouted, "Brother, you won! The brothers are treating you to drinks!"
The others chimed in, "Yes, brother, we'll treat you to a drink."
Lin Feng smiled as he looked at his subordinates.
These underlings are pretty sensible; they know not to let their boss spend money.
The eighth leader was speechless. He looked at the other people's underlings and then at his own. The difference was just too great.
The bandits in the square stepped aside, leaving the two a clearing several tens of meters in diameter.
The eighth leader held a large hammer in each hand.
His hammer was as big as a watermelon, and I don't know if it was hollow.
Lin Feng also picked up his horse-slaying saber.
Second-in-command Yun Mengwu smiled at the two of them, "Are you two ready?"
The eighth leader almost dropped his hammer when the second leader glanced at him.
The eighth leader thought to himself, "This woman's eyes are so alluring."
If I could exchange the prize for spending a night with this woman, I could unleash twenty percent of my power.
Lin Feng planned to use the Demonic Dragon Roar to deliver a fatal blow, thus maximizing the deterrent effect.
The Eighth Master shouted, "I'm ready!"
Yun Mengwu looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng nodded.
The second-in-command stepped aside.
The Eighth Master wielded two hammers, while Lin Feng held a horse-slaying saber.
The two began to wander around the edge of the area.
The bandits outside the circle shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"
Lin Feng stopped in front of the Eighth Master's group of subordinates.
These bastards want me dead, so I'll just kill a few of the loudest ones while I'm at it.
Seeing Lin Feng standing there motionless, the Eighth Master charged forward, brandishing his double hammers, yelling, "Boy, prepare to die!"
When the Eighth Master rushed to within five meters of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng unleashed the Demonic Dragon Roar.
Roar, roar, roar.
A roar like a dragon's cry spread out, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
It seemed as if an invisible ripple spread out from Lin Feng's mouth, sweeping outwards.
The Eighth Master's double hammers fell to the ground, and he flew backward.
He felt as if he had been squeezed by an invisible hand, blood gushing from his entire body.
The eighth leader was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing into a group of his men and killing several people on the spot.
Lin Feng's Demonic Dragon Roar also spread among the crowd.
These people felt the ground shake, and a powerful force swept over them.
The crowd surged forward like wheat fields swaying in the wind.
Aww, many people were bleeding from all seven orifices, covering their ears and screaming in agony.
People further away were stunned and dizzy by the shock.
People around were so frightened that they all backed away.
The first and second leaders exchanged a glance.
The second-in-command was speechless; Lin Feng had turned their duel into a massacre.
The leader squinted and said, "What a domineering dragon roar! Are you sure this kid isn't a true member of the demonic sect?"
The second-in-command shook his head. "He was a disciple that Wuchang Longying casually taught when he was traveling in the righteous path. He was never formally accepted as a disciple."
"A great teacher produces a great student."
The leader beckoned, and his trusted men went to investigate.
It was discovered that Lin Feng's roar had killed fifty-six people and left forty-seven others mentally impaired.
Lin Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute to the leader and said, "In a life-or-death duel, swords and spears have no eyes, and I couldn't stop myself for a moment."
"fine."
The leader knew Lin Feng was doing it on purpose, but he didn't care too much. It was only a hundred or so people; it wouldn't affect the overall situation.
The leader of the group checking the bandits' injuries looked at the chief.
The leader nodded at the man.
This group of people threw the Eighth Master and his dead subordinates directly into the deep pit in the middle of the square.
They didn't even spare those who were severely injured by the shockwave; they threw them all into the pit to feed the snakes.
Soon, the hissing sound of venomous snakes flicking their tongues came from the large pit.
There were also screams from a group of people.
The square fell silent instantly.
Those who had just joined the Heavenly Serpent Gang all felt that these bandits were too cruel.
They didn't even treat their own people who were injured; they just threw them into a deep pit to feed the snakes.
Some people in the martial arts world even regretted joining the Heavenly Serpent Gang.
They sadly discovered that they seemed to have only two fates: either die outside or be pushed into a deep pit to be fed to snakes.
The head of the gang walked up to Lin Feng and handed him two silver notes worth one thousand taels each.
Lin Feng clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, Chief!"
"You're welcome. You deserve it."
The leader, with his hands behind his back, swept his gaze across the newly recruited bandits and shouted, "Who still has a conflict? Who still wants to fight?"
Everything was resolved today.
I will also give a prize of two thousand taels.
I'm going to make the unpleasant things clear from the start.
We are going to do great things, so we must be united internally.
If we resolve our conflicts today, then no one is allowed to cause trouble anymore.
Anyone who causes trouble after today will be treated as a traitor.
"Any brother who still wants a fight to the death, come on up!"
When the chief called out "Good evening," the square fell silent.
However, there are a few shameless individuals who choose to provoke the weak, hoping to force them into a life-or-death arena so they can make money off them.
But the other person wasn't stupid; they said they had no conflict with this person and didn't want to go into the ring.
After making a fuss for fifteen minutes, no one came up.
This made the leader quite impatient, and he cursed these people in his heart as a rabble.
"Everyone, disperse. That's enough for today. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the future will be pushed down to feed the snakes."
After saying that, the leader left.
At this moment, Lin Feng's men approached.
"Big Brother's skills are unparalleled."
"Brother, you're awesome."
“Brother, let’s go have a drink. We just scraped together two thousand taels of silver, enough to treat you to a drink.”
Lin Feng held up the silver notes and said, "It's not easy for brothers to save up some silver."
"Don't spend any money, I'll treat the brothers to drinks today."
"Brother, let us treat you. We agreed on this before the duel."
Lin Feng put on a stern face and said, "My words are orders. If I say I'll treat, then I'll treat."
Lin Feng's roar just now stunned everyone, including his subordinates.
His subordinates said they would do as Lin Feng said.
Lin Feng was very satisfied; the deterrent effect had been achieved, and getting these men to help cut down trees and set fires shouldn't be a problem.
Everything is ready now, we're just waiting to go out for training.