C12 Blood Wolf Gang

In the Yang family's reception hall, Yang Qianyu sat in the seat of honor, her gaze landing on Yang Rui seated below. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes as she softly inquired, "Rui, did you really injure Zhao Ann, the Young Lord of the Blood Wolf Gang, on the street yesterday?"

"That's correct," Yang Rui responded evenly, proceeding to recount the incident with Zhao Ann from the day before.

"Rui, the Blood Wolf Gang is the most formidable faction in Brittlecoast, brimming with experts and powerful fighters. Their leader, Zhao Kui, is a peerless late-period warrior with immense combat strength, ranking among Brittlecoast's top ten masters. By injuring their Young Lord, Zhao Ann, you've surely incited Zhao Kui's wrath. I intend to accompany you to the Blood Wolf Gang to offer an apology, hoping to avert their vengeance," Yang Qianyu stated gravely after a moment of contemplation.

"Old Mr. Yang, I am not in the wrong. I refuse to apologize to the Blood Wolf Gang!" Yang Rui replied, shaking his head in refusal.

"Very well! If you're set against apologizing to the Blood Wolf Gang, then be on your guard. Beware of their retaliation," Yang Qianyu warned, her concern for the Blood Wolf Gang's retribution evident. Seeing Yang Rui's reluctance to heed her advice, she decided not to interfere further.

Following their conversation, Yang Rui rose and departed from the Yang family estate, making his way back to his own quarters.

No sooner had Yang Rui arrived at the Yang family's courtyard than a muscular man clad in a black combat suit, adorned with a blood wolf emblem, approached. He bellowed, "I am Zhao Meng, Protector of the Blood Wolf Gang. Yang Rui, come out and face me immediately!"

Hearing Zhao Meng's call, Yang Rui's brow furrowed, and he promptly made his way to the courtyard's entrance.

"Yang Rui, to have injured our Young Lord is to court death itself. You've shown the audacity of one who has consumed the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard. You and your family are doomed to pay dearly for this affront!"

Our Young Lord is merciful and is willing to offer you a chance to live. Should you pay our Young Lord 100,000 gold coins for medical expenses, sever both your arms, and kowtow in apology, the Blood Wolf Gang will spare your life. Fail to comply, and the Blood Wolf Gang will obliterate the entire Yang family!

Upon spotting Yang Rui, Zhao Meng, a guard of the Blood Wolf Gang, quickly approached him, his face twisted with a murderous rage, and bellowed, "I spared Zhao Ann's life, which was mercy enough. And now you expect me to break my own arms and apologize to him? That's preposterous! Go tell your Young Lord that I, Yang Rui, will not apologize. Bring whatever tricks you have; I'm ready for them."

"Yang Rui, your arrogance knows no bounds. You show no respect for the Blood Wolf Gang. I'll make sure you learn your lesson and understand that we are not to be insulted!" Zhao Meng's eyes flashed with icy fury. With a thunderous roar, he channeled his internal energy, clenched his fists, and with a fearsome power, he lunged at Yang Rui's head.

Zhao Meng was a first-rate, middle period warrior whose physical strength reached a staggering six thousand kilograms. Bolstered by his internal energy, his punch packed a force of at least eight thousand kilograms. If it connected with Yang Rui's head, it would crush it completely.

Realizing Zhao Meng was out for blood, Yang Rui's eyes gleamed dangerously. He stepped forward, his right fist ready, and with the force of a tiger's roar, he met Zhao Meng head-on.

Bang!

Their fists collided with a crisp sound. Terrifying power burst from Yang Rui's fist, flooding into Zhao Meng's arm and instantly fracturing it. Zhao Meng's body was hurled backward, slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.

"Such fearsome physical strength! Purely from your body, with no internal energy involved. You must have mastered a supreme grade Body Tempering skill!"

Zhao Meng grimaced in agony as the pain from his broken arm surged through him, his eyes gleaming with greed as he locked his gaze on Yang Rui and spoke.

In the midst of conversation, Zhao Meng swiftly rose to his feet, drawing the longsword from his waist. Channeling his internal energy, he brandished the longsword, unleashing a barrage of razor-sharp sword beams that streaked towards Yang Rui, intent on cutting him down on the spot.

Yang Rui remained composed in the face of Zhao Meng's onslaught. With a swift movement, he executed the Ghost Shadow Step, vanishing from sight like a specter and evading the lethal sword beams.

Without hesitation, Yang Rui drew the darts from his waist, tapping into his formidable strength. He employed his dart mastery, hurling dart after dart at Zhao Meng's peak form.

With a staggering force of 12,800 kilograms, Yang Rui's thrown darts were more vicious than bullets, imbued with a fearsome might that carried the roar of a tiger and a deadly threat.

Confronted by Yang Rui's darts, Zhao Meng could not afford to underestimate them. He channeled his internal energy, his longsword gleaming with a fierce light as it deflected the darts, which pierced through the gates and walls of the Yang family's courtyard.

Yet, Yang Rui's dart mastery was formidable. Zhao Meng managed to deflect only six darts before one slipped past his sword's defense, impaling his chest, leaving a gaping wound from which blood spurted.

A look of terror flashed in Zhao Meng's eyes as his chest was pierced. Unwilling to continue the battle, he quickly summoned his internal energy and fled using the Gale Steps.

At that moment, a dart whistled through the air like lightning, striking Zhao Meng in the back and killing him instantly.

The clash between Yang Rui and Zhao Meng might seem lengthy in narration, but in reality, it unfolded in less than a minute. Before Yang Ann and the others could even react, Zhao Meng lay dead, felled by Yang Rui's lethal darts.

"Yang Ann, dispose of this body," Yang Rui instructed in a low voice, glancing at Yang Ann.

"Yes, Young Lord," Yang Ann responded, and with the help of several guards, he carried Zhao Meng's body into an adjacent courtyard.

"Though a peerless warrior's physical strength may not match mine, he possesses a vast reserve of internal energy, enabling him to hover and tread through the air. His ability to launch powerful long-range attacks could kill me without allowing me to get close!

In comparison to a peerless warrior, my advantage lies solely in strength. Only by narrowing the gap and engaging in close combat do I stand a chance of defeating him!

Having killed Zhao Meng, the protector of the Blood Wolf Gang, I know their leader, Zhao Kui, won't let this slide. Once he learns of Zhao Meng's demise, he'll surely come after me in the courtyard!

If that happens, though I'm confident I could escape Zhao Kui's clutches, Yang Ann and Xue Tao would likely meet a brutal end at the hands of the Blood Wolf Gang, which I cannot bear to witness!

Hence, I must strike first. I will infiltrate the Blood Wolf Gang's territory before Zhao Kui can act, stealthily getting close to him. Only by launching a surprise attack will I have the chance to eliminate Zhao Kui and neutralize the threat of the Blood Wolf Gang once and for all!"

As Yang Ann took care of Zhao Meng's remains, Yang Rui's mind raced with strategy. Resolved to act, he swiftly returned to his room, retrieved the Celestial Pike, and discreetly packed it. Without delay, he left the courtyard and sped toward the Blood Wolf Gang's stronghold.