He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

Chapter 84 A Heavy Punch

The distance from the fish market to the firewood market is only two or three miles, and there's not much strategy involved in the gang fights at the bottom.

They were all scattered and disorganized soldiers, and could not possibly be as orderly and disciplined as an army; their formations were completely nonexistent.

The "Short Sword Society" is not very strong. The reason it has been able to hold out for so long is entirely due to the support of a few experts at the Skin Refining Realm.

One side has more people, and the other side has more experts, so they can barely be considered evenly matched.

Chen Sanlang was truly enraged this time, gathering all the people he could muster, including a group of fifty or sixty from Wu Yangjue.

This is only because Chen Sanlang is not greedy and uses all the entrance fees and stall fees collected from the fish market to support people; otherwise, the number of people would be even smaller.

The journey was quite tumultuous. By the time they arrived at Chai City, the other side was already prepared and had hastily assembled twenty or thirty people to guard their stronghold.

Unlike the fish market, the firewood market's core commodities are timber and fuel, as well as daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

That's why the firewood market can't be like the fish market, with wooden fences surrounding it and a fee charged at the entrance. People come to buy things; how can you do business if you charge an entrance fee?

Before long, a standoff had formed.

The "Short Knife Society" held their ground in a small, two-courtyard house, while the "Water Tiger Gang" surrounded them on all sides, waiting for Chen Sanlang's order to launch a full-scale attack.

Jiang Lin and Chen Sanlang stood together, with a team of archers trained by the "Water Tiger Gang" behind them.

Today, Chen Sanlang was clearly enraged. In the past, he would at most fire a hail of arrows, but today he brought fire oil and intended to wipe them out completely.

Several barrels of oil were placed in front of the archers, and the arrows were wrapped with strips of cloth. The arrows, soaked in oil, lit up one by one, creating a sea of ​​fire.

In the past, Chen Sanlang would not have dared to expose the archer's position so openly, because the opponent's skill was superb and he had suffered losses several times before. After all, it was not easy to train archers, and he was reluctant to lose them easily.

With Jiang Lin by his side, Chen Sanlang felt extremely at ease. After all, everyone in the fish market knew about Jiang Lin's feat of fighting five people at the Jiang family's old house. With such a powerful martial artist by his side, the archers could finally give full play to their abilities.

"shoot."

At Chen Sanlang's command, a series of bowstring twanged behind him, and a barrage of rockets rained down, instantly eliciting gasps of alarm from the enemy's courtyard.

At this time, the houses were mostly made of wood, making them extremely easy to catch fire. After several waves of arrows, multiple fires broke out in the "Short Knife Society" stronghold.

Before the battle even began, cries for help to put out a fire rang out from inside the enemy's stronghold.

Zheng Biao, the leader of the "Short Knife Society," was anxious. He saw that the fire in the stronghold had not been extinguished yet, and now another one was starting up.

He quickly gathered several martial artists to assist him, saying, "This won't do. Everyone, think of a solution, or we'll lose this stronghold."

These martial artists were invited by the Eagle Claw Sect to help guard the stronghold. Naturally, they couldn't just stand by and watch the stronghold fall into trouble. After a brief discussion, they decided to deal with the archers on the other side first.

One of the lean men wielding a knife spoke first, "I'm good at light footwork, so I'll sneak over first. You two follow behind, and when their formation is disrupted, you can take advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack."

This man's name was Zhao Rong, and he was one of the men who came from Lingnan Road.

This group of people were originally government henchmen who had committed evil deeds in the area for many years. Later, when the war spread to the south and the city fell, these people lost the support of the government and were afraid of being held accountable for their past misdeeds, so they left their homes and came to Yunmengze.

Since re-establishing ties with the government, this group has regarded Changning County as their base and naturally will not allow Chai Shi to be captured easily, so they are working very hard.

By this time, it was completely dark. Relying on his excellent lightness skills, Zhao Rong took the lead and sneaked towards the archers' position from the side.

He had already encountered the "Water Tiger Gang" before, so he knew their strength. There were only two martial artists on the other side, one of whom he had severely injured.

The situation is critical. The enemy is attacking the stronghold with rockets, showing a desperate stance, which is somewhat like a cornered dog trying to escape.

"Could it be to avenge that seriously injured martial artist?"

Zhao Rong secretly speculated that the man's martial arts skills were indeed quite good. He had been ambushed and injured in the arm, yet he had managed to survive. It seemed that the man might be an important figure to the other party.

As night deepened, Zhao Rong used the surrounding shops and houses as cover to approach his target, with two other martial artists from the stronghold following not far behind.

He only needed to charge into the archer group first to disrupt their formation, and then the two warriors behind him would quickly follow up, and this battle would be decided in one fell swoop.

Then, if we seize the opportunity to take over the fish market, our group will finally have a real foothold.

Jiang Lin stood alone in a dark corner, his eyes scanning his surroundings. He believed that with the rockets firing in rapid succession, the enemy would definitely target this area for a counterattack.

Since the "divine drumming" on the deserted island, his eyesight has greatly improved. He can see almost as well in the dark as he can in the daytime. Moreover, his hearing is also very sharp now, so he is absolutely confident in defending against a sneak attack.

His physical abilities have improved in every way, and coupled with his extraordinary mental strength, Jiang Lin's strength is far beyond what can be described as a mere Skin Refining Realm martial artist.

"They've arrived as expected."

In the darkness, Jiang Lin revealed a cold smile, the rough texture of his gauntlets rubbing together.

Chen Sanlang stood at the very front of the arrow formation, without any protection from anyone. This was his trust in Jiang Lin; even if he was asked to be bait, he did not resist in the slightest.

A dark figure suddenly darted out, the long sword turning crimson in the firelight.

The strike was incredibly swift, catching Chen Sanlang off guard even though he was on guard. He didn't even have time to draw his sword to parry, and could only hastily raise his arms.

With a ferocious expression, Zhao Rong lightly touched the ground with his feet, and with a twist of his body, he was already behind Chen Sanlang. The blade flashed and went straight for the back of his neck.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Zhao Rong revealed a smug expression.

Suddenly, a deep, muffled roar rang out, and a man rushed out from the shadows on the side of the street, as fierce and unstoppable as a tiger descending the mountain.

"The Angry Tiger Pierces Through the Forest"

With the force of his fist, Jiang Lin smashed into his opponent like a cannonball. In Zhao Rong's eyes, this punch was full of power, and it was enough to make people's liver and gallbladder tremble even before the fist hit them.

Such a master, yet he resorted to sneak attacks?

This was the last thought that flashed through Zhao Rong's mind. With nowhere to dodge, he could only turn sideways and press his shoulder down to meet the iron fist, hoping that he could withstand the punch.

A loud "bang" rang out.

Zhao Rong's body was struck as if by a battering ram. With the sound of bones shattering, he was sent flying three or four zhang away. He could no longer hold onto his long sword and it fell to the ground.

Zhao Rong crashed onto the street, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted. The impact caused him to cough violently.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"That was a really heavy punch!"