Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 27 - 0 Betrayal_1
Chapter 27: 027 Betrayal_1
Chapter 27: 027 Betrayal_1
The Prosperous Jade Building functioned as an inn. Duge and the others stayed in the backyard, separated by some distance from the main lodging area. However, their commotion had gotten so significant that it alarmed the inn’s patrons, who were so worried about being implicated that they fled into the street to hide during the night.
Clan conflicts were common in the martial arts world, but the large number of people fleeing would inevitably attract the attention of interested parties.
Speed is of the essence in warfare.
Therefore, the rest that Feng Shiyi and his companions took didn’t last long. After merely treating their wounds and changing into night-travel attire, they called out to Duge and another to hurry to the Iron Palm Gang’s stronghold.
Feng Yunjie was not seriously injured, but his combat effectiveness was significantly compromised in Wang San’s presence, making him more of a burden. Thus, Feng Shiyi sent him back to the Feng Family to report the situation.
Duge and Wang San also changed into night-travel clothes.
The Feng Family might not have been vast, but they were indeed a true martial arts familial clan. The Prosperous Jade Building, as their stronghold, naturally had no shortage of weapons; however, there were no divine weapons available. Duge chose two relatively high-quality steel longswords and filled his sheath with throwing knives.
Wang San chose a willow-leaf saber. For a beginner with no martial arts training, a saber was clearly more practical than a sword. Duge chose the sword because thrusting was easier and faster than slashing.
Feng Shiyi and his two disciples were mostly silent along the way, their faces stern, emanating a poignant sense of heroic resilience against the bleak and cold wind.
Compared to them, with their retreat planned out, Duge and Wang San seemed as if they were off on a vacation.
Especially Duge, who, after having seen countless swordsmen engage in night battles on movies and TV, was excited at the chance to participate firsthand in such an adventure.
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The Iron Palm Gang’s foothold, an estate outside of Luyang City and not far from the docks, was nestled against a mountain and near water—an excellent Feng Shui location that allowed for escape via water routes if faced with powerful enemies, or direct access to the mountains to evade foes.
Beneath the plaque inscribed with the powerful and vigorous characters “Iron Palm Gang,” the vermillion gates stood open. Five or six protectors armed with sabers stood guard outside, gossiping idly and occasionally yawning, their attitude quite perfunctory.
This was quite normal.
Luyang City was the Iron Palm Gang’s territory; they were always the ones doing the bullying and, without special circumstances, who would be so bored as to attack them? Besides, there hadn’t been any major incidents in the martial worlds for over a decade.
If a true expert came seeking revenge in their stronghold, they would be scaling walls and traversing rooftops, not entering through the front gate. In the end, the guards were merely for show.
Normally, even the main gate would be shut, but today, due to a mission carried out by the Dark Dragon Hall, it was deliberately left open for them. However, these protectors couldn’t have anticipated that tonight of all nights, there would be some who didn’t follow the beaten path.
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“Mr. Seven, are we really going to launch a frontal assault through the main gate?” The night air was cool, but Feng Shiyi’s forehead was sweating; he looked at Duge with an expression of frustration that shouldn’t be seen from someone of his age.
When Duge suggested entering through the main gate, Feng Shiyi suddenly felt like an idiot for believing such a foolish plan from Feng Qi could ever succeed. Why had he let himself get carried away and followed Duge to launch a night raid on the Iron Palm Gang?
Five people?
Three injured, launching a frontal assault?
Even a five-year-old child wouldn’t come up with such a plan!
“What else?” Duge looked at Feng Shiyi as if he were looking at an idiot, “You didn’t tell me that the Iron Palm Gang’s compound walls were over four meters high!”
“I…” Feng Shiyi was at a loss for words and couldn’t reply; this really wasn’t Feng Qi’s fault. He was the Heavenly Demon, new to this world, so how would he know what the Iron Palm Gang’s compound was like?
But Feng Shiyi was so bewildered at the time; how could he have thought everything through so comprehensively?
Wang San’s mouth twitched as he struggled to suppress his laughter.
“Your qinggong is no good either; you can’t even jump over four meters while carrying someone,” Duge disdainfully looked at Feng Shiyi, and inwardly resolute, he vowed to develop his inner strength and find himself a good qinggong technique. Since ancient times, heroes have always soared high and low; who ever heard of scaling a wall using a ladder?
“Mr. Seven, if it really won’t work, then we should go back to the Feng Family and plan carefully!” Feng Shiyi said, looking at the eager Duge, trying to convince him, “Just the five of us, launching a frontal assault, doesn’t differ much from courting death.”
“What’s the harm in giving up one’s life for the Feng Family? Since we’re here, we might as well give it a try. Who knows, we might succeed!” Duge took a deep breath, drew his longsword with one hand, and fished out three throwing knives with the other, “Wang San, lure them…”
“Mr. Seven, please don’t,” Feng Shiyi urgently tried to dissuade him, but it was already too late.
“My dearest big brothers, are you waiting for someone? Are you cold? While everyone else is sleeping, you have to stay here on duty, I really feel for you…” Already prepared to surrender to the inevitable, Wang San’s eerie voice quickly rose in the night.
The protectors on duty immediately became panicked, drawing their swords and glancing around in search of the source of the sound, their faces pale with fear.
“Who?”
“Who’s there, playing ghost tricks?”
“Come out.”
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“It’s me!” Wang San let out a sinister cackle, slowly stepping out from the shadows of the trees. Dressed in black, with his hair disheveled and his face smeared with blood, he held a similarly blood-stained long knife and looked blank and expressionless. “My lovelies, let’s play a game. I’ll chase, and you run. If I catch you, big brother will take good care of you…”
Wang San took a step forward.
The protectors took a step back.
As Wang San spoke more and more, the fear finally overcame what little courage they had left.
“A ghost!”
“A ghost, ahh!”
Following several shrill screams, they threw down their knives, and in a state of panic, they turned and ran.
In the instant they turned around, Duge, holding a longsword, had already charged out like a rabbit let loose.
He was like a streak of black lightning in the night, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind them, efficiently reaping their lives.
Watching Duge and Wang San actually charge out to attack the front gate, Feng Shiyi’s mind went blank, and after a moment, he closed his eyes in despair. “It’s over.”
“Second Master, what do we do?” One of the direct disciples asked, completely at a loss.
“Let’s go. The Feng Family’s disaster shouldn’t have two outsiders standing in front of it,” Feng Shiyi said with a bitter smile. He gripped the knife in his hand, ready to go out, but after two steps, he realized the two disciples behind him hadn’t followed. He frowned, “What are you doing?”
“We don’t want to die,” one of them hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly, “Second Master, Feng Qi is a madman. He recovers quickly from injuries, we can’t, though. For the Feng Family, it’s one thing to assassinate Qiu Yuanlang, but charging in like this is just courting death for nothing!”
“Let’s retreat, Second Master. Dying like this is meaningless,” another said. “Haven’t you realized yet? All the Feng Family’s troubles are brought by the Heavenly Demon. If we keep getting entangled with them, the disaster will only grow. Let’s abandon them. If we hurry back to the Feng Family now, we might still escape…”
“…” Feng Shiyi looked at Duge fighting in the front, then back at the two behind him, his eyes showing his inner struggle. “If we pull out now, everything we’ve done before will have been in vain. Feng Qi is getting faster and faster, which proves he has grown a lot. Moreover, we now have Wang San on our side.”
“Second Master, don’t be confused. Think about Young Master Three. Even if they are formidable… and then look at Wang San. Does the Feng Family really want to be involved with such people?” One of them pointed ahead, his eyes filled with terror. “They’re Demon Heads. Cut the losses, Second Master. We can’t keep making mistakes. If this continues, the Feng Family will be beyond salvation.”
Feng Shiyi turned and saw a sight that made his flesh crawl.
Wang San had cut off the hand of a protector killed by Feng Qi and was holding it, wiping the blood off while saying, “There, there, don’t be scared. I made your hand all dirty. Let me clean it for you, and once it’s clean, we can hold hands… ”
Feng Shiyi’s pupils suddenly shrank.
At that moment, he finally reached enlightenment.
Giving Duge one last look, Feng Shiyi called to the two disciples, “Let’s go.”
