The Unknown God of War

Murong Cang had already achieved the sixth level as a martial arts practitioner. If he could achieve the next level, he would be recognized as a grandmaster, a godlike person, and a rare existence in the entire Jiangbei. He was no doubt the number one master in Jiangling!

Why should they be afraid of Zhou Zhenghao if they had such a great master on their side?

The gang leaders were elated and they became extremely confident.

Chu Feng, on the other hand, smiled scornfully. Hmm, so he’s a sixth level martial arts practitioner. That isn’t bad at all, he thought.

He would be able to qualify as a Lieutenant if he was in the Xi Ye army; he would also be able to control twenty to thirty people in the troops.

It seemed there were not many talents in the martial arts field in Jiangbei.

At this moment, a loud bang was heard and the door was kicked open by someone. A man with a dark expression on his face walked into the room in a tyrannical manner as he declared, “Hello everyone, it’s been a while since we met. I’m Zhou Zhenghao, and I’m back to kill!”

The expression of the crowd turned gloomy in an instant. They watched as the tall and sturdy middle-aged man walked into the scene. The scar on his face could be clearly seen extending from the corner of his eyes to his chin, and he seemed extremely fierce.

He was the main character for the day, Zhou Zhenghao.

A skinny old man with a hunchback and a muscular young man filled with arrogance stood behind him; they must be the Internal Energy Practitioners that he had been relying on.

“Ma Sanyuan? Black Widow? Don’t you wanna greet me, your ex-leader?” Zhou Zhenghao said as he took a seat. He looked bold and merciless; the scar on his face was wriggling like worms as he grinned, and he looked extremely fierce. “Back then, I fell into your trap and was evicted out of Jiangling. I had a scar on my face, and I was running away from you like a dog. None of you would have expected that I’m able to make a comeback, am I right?”

Ma Sanyuan furrowed his eyebrows as he attempted to make his last move. “Zhou Zhenghao, the grudges that you had were of the past. Can we sit down and talk politely?”

“Of course,” Zhou Zhenghao sneered as he crossed his arms. “According to our bet, you’ll have to break both of your legs and get out of Jiangling. If you can do that, I’ll forget about the resentments I had on you.”

Ma Sanyuan and the other gang leaders’ expressions turned gloomy instantly; that man was going to bring things to an end, in which someone has to die.

The most violent gang leader, Pesky Bear, stood up angrily and smashed a teacup onto the ground as he reprimanded, “What’s there to talk about? Let’s start this war. See you in the ring, Zhou Zhenghao! I’ll make sure that I rip off your brain today, bastard. I’m taking revenge on behalf of San Ye and Wang Lao!”

“Okay, let’s see who gets to survive in the ring!” Zhou Zhenghao gave out an evil smile; this was exactly what he wanted. He turned to the old man with a hunchback beside him and said, “I’ll leave this to you, Master Wu.”

Master Wu nodded without even lifting his eyelids. He pointed at the young man beside him with his skinny fingers and said with a hoarse voice, “Chen Song, you’ll go first. Chen Song is one of my disciples, and he has been with me for half a year now. If any of you could win against him, then I’ll fight with you.”