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Chapter 487 - 451: Deities

Chapter 487: Chapter 451: Deities

The sky was dim, and the sound of gunfire reverberated throughout the jungle, occasionally punctuated by the bright flash of explosions.

Only about fifteen minutes had passed since the battle began, and the more than a hundred members of Zhiqing Hall who were involved in the fight were on the brink of collapse.

There was no helping it, just like Long Yu had said, the gap between professionals and amateurs was vast.

In reality, as the local powerhouse in Los Angeles, Zhiqing Hall’s strength did not lie in direct confrontations. Its power was rooted in connections and influence in various facets. Simply put, if an external force suddenly came to challenge Zhiqing Hall, they would find every aspect of daily living, from clothing to food, restricted—even struggling to buy a loaf of bread. Whether it was the underworld or lawful society, Zhiqing Hall could teach anyone a lesson without lifting a finger themselves; local police could suffice to take the challengers in for "tea."

However, Longhua Association was not an external force but also one of the local powerhouses in Los Angeles. It might not match Zhiqing Hall in terms of connections and influence, but it was definitely not a pushover. In the lawful world, Longhua Association might not be able to attack Zhiqing Hall actively, but its defense was more than sufficient. Moreover, Long Yu was prudent in his actions, managing to keep confrontations with Zhiqing Hall within certain limits and avoiding making too much noise.

The previous large-scale confrontation took place on a farm in the outskirts, and today’s battle occurred in the jungle beside the highway—all deliberately chosen by Long Yu. Thus, Zhiqing Hall could only duke it out with Longhua Association in the underworld through sheer force.

"Hall Master, the brothers can’t hold on much longer!"

At the edge of the jungle, a leader reported back to Lin Yun.

Tonight’s battle was almost a matter of life and death for Zhiqing Hall, so Lin Yun, the hall master, had personally come.

Among all hall masters of the American Hongmen, Lin Yun was considered somewhat incompetent in combat. Although he had undergone martial arts training, it was limited to defeating a few ordinary people. He had risen to his position mainly through his wit and, of course, his decent Spear Technique—after all, times had changed...

Originally, everyone around him had opposed Lin Yun’s decision to personally lead the team, but he insisted and came anyway, although he didn’t rush to the forefront but stayed at the back.

"Hold on a little longer. Wu is currently engaging Long Yu. If Long Yu dies tonight, we win!" Lin Yun said resolutely.

"But..." the reporting leader hesitated, "what if Wu loses? Are we really betting the fate of Zhiqing Hall on an outsider?"

Lin Yun looked at him, "Without Wu, we wouldn’t even have a chance to fight the Longhua Association."

"I know, but..."

"There are no buts!" Lin Yun interrupted, "Tonight, if Wu wins, we take down Longhua Association and finally reign supreme over Los Angeles’s underworld! If Wu can’t kill Long Yu, then I’ll die here with my brothers!"

"Brothers, follow me!"

Lin Yun picked up an AK47 and stepped forward to charge.

"Hall Master!"

"Brother Yun, don’t be reckless!"

"Hall Master, you can’t go, let us!"

Everyone tried to dissuade Lin Yun, but he listened to no one and cursed, "Stop fucking dithering, who the hell is your boss?"

"Follow me!"

Lin Yun led the charge into the jungle, his men following closely behind.

With the hall master personally entering the fray, Zhiqing Hall’s morale was somewhat uplifted, momentarily resisting the frenzied assault of the White Reaper.

But Lin Yun knew very well that this situation wouldn’t last long; Zhiqing Hall’s formation was bound to be broken sooner or later. Once the morale collapsed, it would be a massacre! Now, their only hope for turning the tables rested entirely on Wu. If Wu could kill Long Yu, the situation would change immediately.

"Wu, don’t disappoint me..." Lin Yun looked anxiously into the depths of the jungle.

...

In a jungle somewhere, Long Yu stood still, watching ahead. Seconds later, a figure appeared in his view, stopped running, and slowly walked towards him.

Long Yu knew that Wu was taking the opportunity to adjust his breath, he didn’t rush to attack, allowing Wu to adjust.

Having fought his way here, Wu’s fist intent and momentum were at their peak, Long Yu felt it was good to take a short break.

Previously, Wu had been shot six times, plus the physical toll of exploding with all his might along the way. At this point, Long Yu was eighty percent sure he could kill Wu without paying too high a price!

As Wu adjusted his breathing, he walked towards Long Yu, wearing a black long-sleeve shirt on his upper body, and camouflage pants below, with a bag tied around his waist, carrying two rows of darts.

Long Yu glanced at the two rows of darts at Wu’s waist, and sneered with a light laugh, "Is this your trump card?"

Wu simply replied, "Yes."

"Heh, you call this a hidden weapon?" Long Yu scoffed.

The essence of hidden weapons lay in surprise attacks, Wu placing them in plain sight half reduced their power, that’s why Long Yu was being sarcastic. However, he remained inwardly vigilant; Wu wouldn’t have brought these darts just for show today.

"When martial arts training reaches our level, what difference does it make whether it’s a hidden or visible weapon? Rest assured, in all my battles with experts since my debut, I’ve always fought squarely," Wu stated calmly.

From the moment he sensed Long Yu’s location, he had charged here headlong, truly fighting his way up front, whereas Long Yu had always hidden in the shadows, waiting for Wu to wear himself out—an approach that lacked grandeur in thinking and action.

"Ha ha ha!"

Long Yu burst into laughter, the sound vibrating through the jungle, causing surrounding leaves to rustle and fall.

"You’re right, at our realm, a glance through a forest from afar is enough for you to detect my position. Sneak attacks are pointless."

"Until now, countless experts have perished by my hand, but none like you. I really want to kill you, yet I do not want you to lash back in your dying breath. It’s not that I fear death, but I want to continue exploring what lies beyond, to understand the limits of martial arts."

In a duel between experts, not only martial arts skills mattered, but the clash of fist intent, spirit, and personal beliefs also played a crucial role, making this verbal duel an implicit form of combat: Long Yu mocked Wu’s prepared hidden weapon as useless, and Wu sarcastically criticized Long Yu for not daring to fight him openly. Now, Long Yu had justified his actions.

Hearing Long Yu’s words, Wu nodded, seemingly in agreement with his reasoning.

The fact that they both reached this realm showed some similarities, particularly their devotion to martial arts.

Wu once told himself: "Life is finite, but martial arts are limitless. How exhilarating it is to use this limited life to tackle the infinite!"

Similarly, Wu believed that Long Yu didn’t say those words as an excuse but was genuinely eager to explore the limits of martial arts, thus cherishing his life.

"Unfortunately, you won’t get to see what lies beyond."

Wu looked at Long Yu, no longer hiding the murderous intent in his eyes. He had fought his way here, killing any god or Buddha that blocked his path, unstoppable, the murderous aura and wrath building to their peak, as if a Demon God had descended.

"Ha ha ha! Killing you tonight will definitely take me a step further in my journey!"

A fervor surged instantly in Long Yu’s eyes, his whole body trembled, the voluminous clothing inflating like a balloon — this was the effect brought about by the shaking of the Innate Gang Qi.

Long Yu erupted with immense aura, standing between heaven and earth like a towering deity!

"Kill!"

Both of them lunged forward simultaneously!