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The stronghold was built against the mountain and covered a considerable area. In the center was a solid square, and in front of it was a hall of righteousness built with large logs. Several dirty black wind flags were planted in front of the hall.

In the square and between the houses, about forty or fifty bandits were active, some sharpening weapons, some moving miscellaneous items, and some gambling, creating a chaotic and disorderly atmosphere.

He no longer hid, leaping down from the watchtower with his spear in front of him, his figure crashing to the ground like a meteor!

Dust flew everywhere.

The loud noise startled all the bandits. After a brief silence, chaos erupted.

"Enemy attack!"

"Someone has broken into the camp!"

"It's that guy who killed the second-in-command during the day! He's here again!"

"Kill him! Avenge the second-in-command!"

Amidst shouts and cries, the nearest dozen or so bandits, their eyes bloodshot, brandished knives, spears, and clubs, and charged in from all directions.

These people are between level 12 and 14, and are the elite of the stronghold. Their ferocity far surpasses that of the small fry down the mountain.

Wu Changfeng's eyes were icy cold. Instead of retreating, he advanced, brandishing his goose-feather spear, and charged forward.

The perfected Jinghong Spear Technique now displayed terrifying destructive power.

The gunshots were no longer just scattered cold stars, but had transformed into a silver storm of death!

Thud! Swift as lightning, often the bandits are only halfway up their weapons when they are already shot in the throat or heart.

Sweep! With immense force, the gun barrel swept across, capable of simultaneously crushing two or three bandits, breaking their bones and sending them flying backward, coughing up blood.

With a flick of his wrist, he used the force of the blow to easily deflect the heavy weapon that was slashing at him, and then thrust his spear through the chest.

Strike! With unparalleled precision, it targets joints, wrists, and ankles, instantly rendering the victim unable to fight.

Wu Changfeng's figure weaved through the crowd. His 112-point agility made him seem like a ghost. Most of the bandits' attacks landed in empty space, and the occasional attacks that he couldn't dodge were deflected by him with his exquisite footwork and the gun barrel.

With 237 points of arm strength, every shot carries an overwhelming force. Combined with the armor-piercing effect of the goose feather spear, the bandits' leather armor is as fragile as paper, breaking at the slightest touch.

-1102! -987! -1245 (Critical Hit)! ...

Crimson damage numbers floated up in patches, and flashes of white light appeared one after another.

Screams, curses, the clash of weapons, and the thud of corpses falling were all mixed together.

Wu Changfeng was like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, invincible.

They were almost invincible under the gun; often, a single encounter would result in an instant kill.

He deliberately controlled the pace, not blindly pursuing the fastest kill, but constantly adjusting and integrating his new insights into marksmanship in actual combat, thoroughly stabilizing his perfected state and transforming it into a true killing instinct.

Inside the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Above the hall, on a large chair covered with a striped tiger skin, a burly man with an exceptionally large build, bare-chested, revealing bronze-colored, strong muscles and several hideous scars, was drinking a jar of strong liquor.

With a rugged face, a full beard, and a pair of large, bright eyes that gleamed with a sharp light, he was the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, Black-Faced Tiger.

The commotion and screams coming from outside made him pause slightly as he drank.

He listened intently for a moment, his brows furrowed, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"Report—!" A bandit scrambled into the hall, his face filled with panic. "Boss! It's terrible! That brat who killed the second-in-command during the day is back! Brothers... brothers, we can't hold them off!"

Black-faced Tiger's eyes flashed with anger, and he suddenly slammed the wine jar in his hand onto the ground!

Bang! The wine jar shattered, spilling the remaining wine everywhere.

"Useless trash!" he growled, his voice like muffled thunder.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the chair, and grabbed a weapon that was leaning against him.

The weapon was peculiar in design, with an extremely long blade, over five feet long, a broad tip, a thick back and a thin edge, and a long handle. The entire weapon was a dark, somber black, with only a single line of bright white light on the blade, radiating a chilling aura.

The Mo Dao! A powerful weapon used in the Tang Dynasty army, specifically designed to counter cavalry, and only those with immense strength could wield it.

This black-faced tiger is actually an expert in using such heavy weapons!

He carried the heavy longsword and strode out of the Hall of Righteousness.

The long-handled sword dragged on the ground, leaving a trail of sparks and a screeching sound on the bluestone floor.

Outside the hall, in the plaza, the battle was nearing its end. The last five or six bandits huddled together back to back, their faces filled with fear as they stared at the gray-clad youth standing not far away, gun in hand.

At the youth's feet lay dozens of dissipating corpses, their blood staining almost half the square.

His hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock, his breathing was even, and only a drop of blood slowly slid from the tip of the gun and dripped into the dust.

Apart from these last few who were terrified, there were no other enemies left standing in the entire stronghold.

Wu Changfeng also saw Black-faced Tiger walking out of the Hall of Righteousness.

His gaze was immediately drawn to the exaggeratedly designed Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), and his pupils contracted slightly.

A Mo Dao! This guy is actually a master of the Mo Dao!

Wu Changfeng was familiar with this weapon; he had seen it in some historical materials and atlases of cold weapons.

This thing is a heavy weapon for infantry combat, combining the slashing power of a knife with the length of a spear. It is powerful, heavy, and incredibly sharp, making it a meat grinder on the battlefield.

Every user possesses incredible arm strength, and their swordsmanship is inevitably characterized by its fierce, violent, and sweeping style.

Seeing the Black-Faced Tiger's physique, which was almost a size larger than his own, and the imposing aura of him walking over with his long sword, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The sense of relief that Wu Changfeng had felt due to his series of victories vanished instantly, replaced by heightened vigilance.

With a flick of his wrist, his spear twirled and felled the last few terrified bandits, clearing the area.

The noisy mountain village suddenly fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of the wind blowing the flags and the increasingly heavy atmosphere between the two.

Black-faced Tiger stopped three zhang away from Wu Changfeng, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe, lingering for a moment on the blood-stained goose-feather spear. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed in a rough, hoarse voice: "I never expected that the one who killed two of my brothers would be such a brat. It's one thing for that good-for-nothing Xue San to die at your hands, but even that idiot Xiong Kui has fallen... It's quite a surprise to me."

He abruptly changed his tone, his bushy beard bristling, exuding a murderous aura: "However, you brat are ignorant of your own limitations, killing my brothers, destroying my foundation, and still daring to storm the stronghold alone. Do you really think this broadsword of mine is just for show? Prepare to die!"

The last word, "death," was uttered like a thunderclap!

Black-faced Tiger didn't even wait for Wu Changfeng's reply. He suddenly pushed off the ground with his feet, and his huge body burst out with a speed that was inconsistent with his size, covering a distance of three zhang in one step!

He raised the heavy broadsword in his hand high, and with a terrifying momentum that could split mountains and cleave peaks, he slashed down fiercely at Wu Changfeng!

Before the blade even arrived, a sharp and domineering wind swept over him, causing Wu Changfeng's hair to fly backward and his cheeks to sting.

This strike was simple, direct, and brutal, yet it perfectly combined power, speed, and momentum, blocking most of the dodge space to the left and right, forcing the opponent to take the hit head-on!

"Don't answer!" Alarm bells rang in Wu Changfeng's mind.

His 237 points of arm strength gave him great confidence, but facing the heavy slash of the Mo Dao, which was designed to break armor and shatter weapons, taking the hit head-on was the stupidest choice.

He quickly shifted his feet, simultaneously pushing his basic movement techniques to their limits, his body moving like a leaf in the wind as he retreated rapidly, while making an extremely subtle shift to the left.

boom!!!

The long-handled sword struck the spot where Wu Changfeng had just stood.

The bluestone ground was as if it had been struck by a giant hammer, with stones exploding and dust billowing out, and a ravine about a foot deep and several feet long suddenly appeared!

The violent shockwave carried debris and shot out in all directions.

Although Wu Changfeng had retreated, he was still hit in the chest by several flying pebbles, which caused him a dull pain. A damage number of -35 appeared above his head.

Even the aftershocks have such power!

But the instant he retreated, his goose-feather spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, suddenly thrust back with the momentum of his retreat!

The Amazing Spear Technique – Meteor Chasing the Moon! The spear tip transforms into a point of silver light, swiftly piercing the gap in the right rib slightly exposed by the Black-Faced Tiger's all-out slash.

Black-faced Tiger reacted extremely quickly. He didn't use the long sword that had just cleaved through the air. With a twist of his wrist, the heavy blade slammed to the side like a door panel!

clang--!!!

The spearhead struck the broad, thick blade of the Mo Dao (a type of Chinese broadsword), producing a deafening roar and sending sparks flying.

Wu Changfeng felt an indescribable force coming from the gun, far exceeding any of his previous opponents!

The goose-feather spear trembled violently, almost flying out of his hand. He groaned, his arm went numb, and he involuntarily took three steps back before he could dissipate the force.

Black-faced Tiger was also pushed back by the force of the impact, but he only took one step back before regaining his balance. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Good lad! You've got some strength!"

He then grinned maliciously, "But compared to someone else, we're still far behind!"