Zhang Feng just showed up and threw the fork out as a hidden weapon, hurting an eighth-grade master, but it made Song Chunyu's team's morale soar and he hid back to the stairs again.

The casualties of the warriors on the Philippines downstairs were getting worse and worse. The stairs were covered with corpses. The warrior alliance of more than 150 people died and injured more than fifty people before they even attacked Zhang Feng. Chunyu's team only injured four people, one of whom was seriously injured.

This is the gap.

"Fake, Fake, you stupid pigs, get out of the way and let the eighth grade take the lead!"

Downstairs, a strong man with a thick back machete on his shoulder and a height of more than two meters roared and roared.

He is an eighth-rank warrior named Ruo Song. He is a famous number one person in the Philippines and a gold medal thug of the Black Tiger Gang. He is impulsive and angry. When he fights, he will never give up without killing everyone or killing them all.

The beast-like roar spread, and the chaos on the stairs suddenly subsided. After a brief silence, warriors and thugs from various gangs retreated down the stairs and returned to the lobby on the first floor to reorganize the team.

After a simple count of the number of people, the bald and strong man, also known as the boss of the Black Tiger Gang, almost fainted on the spot.

"Fifty-two people died in a short while. You idiots, brothers from the Black Tiger Gang obey the orders, led by Ruomatsu, and rushed for me...!"

With a shout, the roar of more than a dozen people were responding to. They held their weapons high and led by Wakamatsu to rush up the stairs again.

Seeing this, the bosses of other gangs didn't care about it even though they had the intention of preserving their strength. They summoned their own people and lined up the stairs.

At the entrance of the third floor stairs, Song Chunyu listened to the shouting downstairs, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Brothers, the sect leader has started to act. Everyone cheer up and swear to protect all wives!"

"Swear to the death!"

"Swear to the death..."

The roar echoed and morale soared again.

The Dark Night Gate has been overseas for nearly two hundred years. It can survive and grow step by step by step. It depends on two words - unity. These two words have penetrated into the souls of every Dark Night Gate disciple.

Perhaps, if a disciple of the Dark Night Sect is alone, he will give up surviving in a critical moment, but if two Dark Night Sect disciples are in danger at the same time, they will use their lives to protect their companions, even if they use their lives to let their companions escape from the heavens.

At this moment, it was the woman who used his life to protect Zhang Feng. Next time, it was Zhang Feng who used his life to protect their family.

Unity is equal.

There were running and shouting to kill him from the stairs. After a while, a strong man appeared with a man. He carried a machete with a ferocious smile on his face, and raised his sword to point at Song Chunyu.

"It's the eighth grade, brothers, No. 4 tactics, prepare!"

Song Chunyu's pupils shrank slightly, calmed to the extreme. With a shout, the short knife in his hand pointed at Ruosong.

The seventh grade vs. the eighth grade, and the momentum is not concessionable.

“die!”

Ruomatsu roared in English like a beast roaring, and then he raised his machete and rushed up the stairs.

Song Chunyu and Wei Ran were not afraid and raised his sword to meet him.

"Damn!" With a loud bang, Song Chunyu flew backwards, was caught by the team members behind him, and barely stood firm.

Looking at the stairs again, Ruosong had nothing to do. He grinned with a big mouth and showed a fierce smile and walked up to the third floor.

Even the peak of the seventh grade is not enough to see in front of the eighth grade...

"Tactic No. 4...fast!"

Song Chunyu's mouth was bleeding, and she resisted the tumbling blood in her chest and roared hard.

The roar echoed in the corridor, and the two team members rushed out without hesitation. Before Ruosong could even roll on the spot, they all used short swords to attack Ruosong's calves.

Before Ruosong could react, two more people rushed out. They jumped high and attacked Ruosong's head at the same time.

"Get out!" Ruo Song roared in local language, and waved the machete, as if carrying a strong wind, swept across the two people in front of him.

However, there were also two legs attacking again.

In a critical moment, he had to change his tricks and retreat, then stepped on the air and rolled down the stairs. If the stairs were not covered with corpses, it would be enough for him.

After all, if you are over two meters tall and strong, you will suffer greater damage when you fall to the ground.

The No. 4 tactics of the Zhanzitang Tactics Department exerted their power. The seemingly simple attack method can force the eighth-grade master to retreat. This is a tactical success.

Ruosong quickly got up, holding a big knife, and roared angrily.

However, on the third floor, Chunyu's team returned to the stairs and laid out the defense line, allowing Ruosong's efforts to waste.

"Follow me and come together!"

Although Ruo Song was impulsive, he was not stupid, otherwise he would not have lived until today in a place where the joints were constantly fighting.

After a roar, the other Black Tiger Gang thugs rushed up and followed Ruosong and launched another attack.

Song Chunyu knew very well that she could not retreat, otherwise the enemy would rush to the third floor and lose her condescending geographical advantage, and a large number of casualties would immediately occur.

Retreat step by step, retreat step by step, retreat into the room where the wife is, die in battle, the wife...

"Brothers, the time is here to fight. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!"

Song Chunyu raised her arms and shouted, with a short knife in her hand slowly pointing to Ruosong under the stairs.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The roar echoed, and the team members, along with the last few wounded, roared together.

"Kill them!"

Ruo Song also shouted, raised his knife and rushed to the third floor again.

As the two sides were about to collide, a few sneers came, and it was particularly clear in the roar.

Ruosong was stunned and turned his head quickly. He saw a middle-aged man standing on the glass window opposite the stairs, playing with a knife in his hand.

"Zhang Feng?"

Even though I had never seen Zhang Feng, Ruosong still judged the result from his momentum.

Because, he is so unique, as if a king standing among the chaos, no matter how dangerous he is around him, his eyes look despised everything.

"I've answered correctly, there's a prize!"

Zhang Feng smiled leisurely and came in through the window. With a wave of the knife, a afterimage passed by.

A thug who attempted to attack fell to the ground with the sound of "John". The knife in his hand had fallen. He covered his neck with his hands, and blood still couldn't stop gushing out, dyeing his sleeves and collars red.

A quick and fast knife makes people unable to capture specific directions, let alone dodge and defense.

Seeing this, Ruo Song narrowed his eyes and showed a look of fear on his face, not to mention the others on the stairs, and in an instant, he made a clear move to the boss's area, and everyone's faces were panic.

"Go to die!"

The machete pointed at Zhang Feng, and Ruosong roared at Zhang Feng in broken Chinese.
Chapter completed!