Chapter 133: Master Li, the Mad Monk

“Guo! Don’t even think about hogging everything for yourself!” A loud shout came from behind. The bandits under Chief Guo instinctively turned to look, only to see a large force rushing toward them.

“What’s this? The Li family? Damn it, how did they arrive so quickly?” Chief Guo glared at the leader of the Li family bandits behind them, cursing loudly. Then he barked at his men, “Wake up and prepare to fight!”

At his command, dozens of bandits snapped out of their shock, raising their weapons to face the approaching enemy. Tension hung thick in the air; although all were cultivators, the opposing bandits were no weaker, and their numbers exceeded Guo’s by at least thirty or forty.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot defeat four hands; overwhelmed by sheer numbers, their only option was to fight to the death.

Chief Guo urged his spirit beast to turn around, and his men quickly made way for him. He rode forward to the front, eyes cold as they fixed on the Li family’s men. Suppressing his anger, he said, “Leader Li, what do you mean by this? Are you challenging the Guo family?”

The Li family leader, though lacking a spirit beast mount, wielded an extraordinary greatsword that emitted a faint red glow—a weapon forged in the early stages of spirit artifact cultivation. This bloodstained blade had claimed countless lives, steeped in overwhelming killing intent.

Wearing a black eyepatch over one blind eye, his fierce visage seemed even more menacing than Guo’s.

“Guo family?” The Li leader licked his blade disdainfully. “Though your family is currently the strongest clan in Tianyang City, you do not rule the city alone. And your greed this time has broken the rules. Do you really dare to fight against all the great families of Tianyang City? Ha!”

Guo’s expression darkened. He knew that although the Guo family was the most powerful clan in the city, a war against all the others would be certain death. Even ants can kill an elephant by biting persistently; their family was no indestructible beast, vulnerable even to lions.

Yet he was unwilling to give up the prize—whether the priceless martial technique or the vast sum of spirit stones, the gains were too great to abandon.

Since retreat was not an option, a battle was inevitable. The victor would claim all the spoils.

“What? You, Chief Guo, actually want to fight me, Li? Don’t get me wrong, but you only have a few dozen men, while our bandits nearly double your number. You won’t get away with this! I advise you to go back to your woman quietly! Hahaha!” Li sneered arrogantly, confident in his numerical advantage to crush Guo.

“Li, you bastard!” Guo ground his teeth. “If I back down today, I’m no man! Don’t think your numbers will intimidate me. Individually, your lackeys are weaker than my brothers!”

“If it comes to a fight, I’m not afraid! Let’s see who dies and who lives! Come on, real men settle this with real blades and swords!”

Watching Guo’s blustering, Chen Bo wondered why villains always seemed to be such chatterboxes. Perhaps knowing their fates would be grim, they tried to make their mark with extra bravado.

Still, Guo’s final challenge sounded almost like an old-school showdown.

Chen Bo pictured two rugged bandits in an internet café, screens glowing with a famous battle game, trading insults and fiery taunts—a scene too vivid to ignore.

Returning to reality, Li hesitated. If both sides clashed now, other bandit groups might take advantage, and all their efforts would be for nothing—possibly losing everything, even their lives.

Leaders were not just fighters; they possessed sharp minds and knew when to hold back.

Suddenly, the ground trembled again, heightening the tension on both sides.

The crashing sound of falling trees came from nearby. A massive tree, nearly as wide as a man’s embrace, flew toward Chen Bo’s direction! But before it struck, the tree shattered into pieces—obviously, Guo had intervened. He didn’t want Chen Bo to die so soon; he still needed that martial technique to boost his power instantly.

Yet this flying tree enraged Guo, nearly causing him to miss the chance at that precious technique. He shouted, “Who’s there?! Show yourself if you dare!”

“Ha ha ha! Chief Guo, such a fiery temper! It’s me!” A booming laugh echoed, drawing everyone’s gaze. All gasped.

Several giant trees blocking the view were smashed aside by a colossal iron hammer, revealing hundreds of bandits.

These newcomers had forcibly carved out a wide path through the trees.

“Huh? Leader Li is here too?”

The newcomer stood over eight feet tall—taller than basketball stars like Kobe Bryant—almost reaching three meters. His shining bald head bore six ring scars, and his massive frame was covered in terrifying wounds, resembling a small giant. Each step caused the ground to tremble.

The enormous hammer he wielded was thicker than Guo’s waist, instilling dread in all who saw it. No one doubted that a mere graze would cost an arm or leg.

“The Mad Monk of the Gu family!” Guo’s face turned grim. Even Li looked ready to strike.

This “Mad Monk” was no ordinary man. In Tianyang City, the Gu family was a second-tier clan, but their true power lay in their main house in the capital.

The local Gu family was merely a branch—a prestigious, powerful family in the capital city that even Guo’s local stronghold dared not offend lightly.