Martial Arts Livestreaming
Chapter 461 - 425 Asura Battlefield

Over seventy vehicles collided with each other. Those that weren’t completely destroyed in the first collision, or whose drivers were still alive, quickly restarted their vehicles.

Some tried to drive away to retreat, but moving vehicles on the battlefield were the most conspicuous targets. Anyone passing by would subconsciously shoot at them, resulting in the cars, after traveling a few dozen meters, to veer off course as their drivers were hit by bullets, ultimately flipping over.

Other surviving drivers, desperate like fugitives, initiated a second round of collisions, with seven or eight cars exploding violently, flames shooting up into the sky!

Close to four hundred people battled on this grassland, and the situation had plunged into chaos from the very start of the fight.

Due to the excessive darkness, one could only make out shadows within a ten-meter range and beyond that, nothing remained visible. As a result, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe for a while, and people instinctively ran toward the direction where vehicle headlights shone.

Many vehicles that had collided lay silently on the grass, their headlights still on, illuminating the vicinity of a dozen meters. As for the drivers within, many had already been shot to death, and the rest of the people on board got off and continued to exchange fire with the survivors from the other vehicles.

Around these illuminated ’points,’ small battle groups formed as both sides fiercely exchanged gunfire. Bullets were wildly tilted toward the enemy, with people continually converging toward these ’points’.

From the outer convoy’s entry to the first vehicle collision and further to over two hundred people rushing in and opening fire, the entire process lasted no more than three minutes. Many members of Zhiqing Hall hadn’t fully reacted, suffering heavy losses from the start. Quite a few from Zhiqing Hall were already feeling frightened.

The people Zhiqing Hall dispatched tonight, though elite, were fundamentally high-level thugs, not a military unit; many had participated in small-scale street skirmishes, but many were overwhelmed by the reality of a true battlefield they now faced. Their everyday bravery and eagerness to fight seemed inadequate in this scenario.

By contrast, those from Longhua Association who came to the rescue were of good quality. They fought with tactics, first using over forty vehicles to completely disrupt Zhiqing Hall’s formation and destroy their vehicles, cutting off their retreat. Then over two hundred people moved in from the perimeter, encircling them and claiming numerous lives.

"Everyone, get down, don’t run around! Converge toward the residential area!"

"Everyone, get down, don’t run around! Converge toward the residential area!"

Small White’s eyes were bloodshot as he loudly shouted into the communicator repeatedly.

The situation had escalated too quickly. They were a mere charge away from killing Long Yu and the others, but Longhua Association’s reinforcements had suddenly arrived, evidently prepared in advance—tonight was a trap.

Which part had gone wrong? Had they been played by "White Reaper" Henry?

For the moment, Small White couldn’t afford to ponder these questions; he had to figure out how to stabilize the situation first.

Due to dodging the opposing vehicles that were charging in earlier, Zhiqing Hall’s cars were widely dispersed; now, most people were converging near these vehicles. The attackers from Longhua Association’s cars, not many to begin with, were almost wiped out. However, on the perimeter, people from Longhua Association were continuously encircling.

Small White immediately ordered everyone to converge toward the residential area, knowing that if his people were scattered everywhere, they would soon be completely dispersed. The only chance for survival was to gather together, hold a position, and wait for reinforcements.

Fortunately, those from Zhiqing Hall were elite. Although they were initially stunned, they instinctively obeyed Small White’s command, stooping and even crawling forward toward the residential area behind them.

Li San followed Small White into the residential area. In such a scenario— with hundreds engaged in a shootout, bullets flying— even the infamous "Evil Ghost" of the underworld couldn’t play a significant role, he could only try to protect himself as best as he could.

Actually, with Li San’s skills, had he chosen to break out amidst the chaos—given the low visibility—he stood a great chance of escaping. But in the end, Li San chose to stay, to follow Small White.

"Spread out, surround the residential area, make a circle, everyone get down, and shoot anyone approaching!" Small White continued to order.

It was clearly impossible for everyone to hide inside a few houses; then, the enemy would only need to throw grenades when close enough to kill everyone inside. With hardly any cover nearby, Small White could only order everyone to lie down.

"Dammit, how many of us are left?" Small White asked a small-time leader fiercely.

"I, I don’t know... maybe less than a hundred..." the small-time leader said in a panic.

The battle was yet to last more than ten minutes, starting with over one hundred and fifty elites, and now fewer than one hundred remained.

"F**k! Don’t panic! Tell everyone the boss is already on his way with reinforcements, and he’ll be here soon; all these people are gonna die tonight! Just hold on a bit longer; if we get through tonight, I’ll personally ask the boss to reward you!" Small White shouted angrily.

"Yeah, Brother White!" the underling shouted back, clearly invigorated, and he went off to inform the others.

In fact, from the very moment things went awry, Small White had been incessantly barking orders and cursing, boosting the morale of the others. It was his calm, or perhaps his usual brazen attitude, that kept the rest from falling apart.

This time, each small-time leader from Zhiqing Hall had a communicator, each responsible for leading a dozen or two dozen gunmen; Small White was directly commanding these leaders, so as long as Small White didn’t break, and the underlings didn’t break, the battle wouldn’t end in a complete rout.

Li San chose to stay, also to guard Small White, to prevent Long Yu from risking a desperate attack to strike at the head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Intense gunfire erupted as people from Longhua Association already began their charge from all directions, while those from Zhiqing Hall lay in the grass, frantically firing their weapons in resistance.

If viewed from above, taking the residential area of this farm as the center, hundreds of people formed two concentric circles, with Zhiqing Hall members in the inner circle and Longhua Association members in the outer circle.

Flashes of gunfire constantly flickered along the two irregular ’circular lines,’ with the outer ’circle’ continuously pushing inwards.

"Bro White, they’ve got night vision!" a subordinate reported with a crying tone.

Such a discovery couldn’t help but make Xiao Bai feel somewhat desperate. With this level of visibility, without the aid of equipment, marksmanship was out of the question—it was entirely up to feeling and luck. And with the Longhua Association people having night vision, it was like fighting blind.

"F*ck, it must be the White Reaper’s people!" Xiao Bai cursed angrily.

The Longhua Association wouldn’t prepare such equipment, nor would they have such discipline. Only mercenary groups like the White Reaper, accustomed to the battlefield, could fight with such tactics.

"Tell everyone to charge for close combat, otherwise we don’t stand a chance!"

Just as Xiao Bai was plunging into despair, Li San suddenly spoke up from the side.

Xiao Bai was stunned. Li San looked at him with a cold gaze, "At this time, the distance between both sides is very close, just one charge, and we’ll all be mixed in together, then it won’t be convenient for them to shoot."

"But they have more people..." Xiao Bai muttered.

"If we don’t charge, we’ll all die!" Li San interrupted him.

A savage look flashed across Xiao Bai’s face. He picked up the communicator, "Everyone, charge and fight! FFS, we’ll die if we don’t charge, what the hell are we afraid of, let’s go all out!"

After speaking, he took the lead and charged out, Li San holding two Short Knives with a cold gaze, also rushed forward closely following him.

"F*ck, let’s go all out!"

"Charge!"

"If we’re going to die, we’ll die together!"

Xiao Bai’s words ignited the bloodlust in the rest, these elite members of Hongmen, used to fighting their way through, didn’t lack the courage to go all out. At this moment, everyone knew that they had no chance if they didn’t put up a desperate fight; everyone rose from the grassland and fired wildly as they charged!

Long Yu lay in the grass, frowning slightly as he watched the gunfire flashing in the distance.

He hadn’t expected the Zhiqing Hall people to be so tough, not only did they not collapse, but they even had the guts to counter-charge.

His team was positioned too far forward, and it was too late to widen the gap now.

"Everyone, prepare for close combat, kill them all!" Long Yu said through the communicator.

After speaking, he stretched his body, his feet powering off the ground, sending mud flying, and like an arrow released from its bow, he shot out!

Entering the ’White Blade Battle,’ it was time for him, a Grandmaster level expert, to shine!

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

Streams of people from both sides collided like raging tides.

At this moment, Zhiqing Hall had just over eighty people left, while the Longhua Association side still had more than one hundred and seventy—twice the number of opponents!

However, members of the Longhua Association were dispersing in a surrounding maneuver, and Zhiqing Hall’s charge was all in one direction, so they weren’t at a disadvantage temporarily.

However, as more and more enemies swarmed around them, the people of Zhiqing Hall seemed to be stuck in a quagmire...

The only advantage for Zhiqing Hall’s people was that many of those present had practiced Kung Fu, with quite a few possessing decent skills. Zhiqing Hall didn’t have any Double Flower Red Sticks, but there were thirteen Red Sticks who participated in the action tonight, all experts from various underground boxing rings of Zhiqing Hall.

These masters were nimble and alert, which was why they were still alive till now; as the White Blade Battle began, they quickly eliminated their opponents in close combat and then pounced on the next one.

Shadows ran across the night, shouting, then clashing together, fighting, falling to the ground, rolling on the grass...

The smell of blood and gun smoke permeated the air, mixed with the stench of soil, like the breath of Hell—this was the battlefield known as Asura!