Chapter 123: Snake, You Lost!
Snake gripped his dual blades tightly, looking down on Chen Xue Wen with disdain.
If it were Li Tie Zhu stepping forward, he might have felt a slight sense of caution. But Chen Xue Wen? He wasn’t worth even a shred of concern.
“Chen Xue Wen, you brought this upon yourself!” Snake sneered. “Tonight, I’ll use your head to pay tribute to my wife’s spirit!”
With a cold laugh, Snake lunged forward, slashing down at Chen Xue Wen. Instead of clashing head-on, Chen Xue Wen swiftly retreated, then dashed two steps to the left. Twisting his body, he stabbed his Bone Cutting Knife towards Snake’s left flank.
Snake’s reaction was lightning-fast. He stepped aside, narrowly dodging the strike. At the same time, he swung his blade down toward Chen Xue Wen’s back.
Rolling swiftly on the ground, Chen Xue Wen evaded the attack, but Snake pressed on, stepping forward and landing a solid kick to his waist.
With a muffled groan, Chen Xue Wen tumbled several meters away, scrambling to his feet in a hurry.
Snake advanced aggressively, bringing both blades down in a relentless flurry of attacks. Chen Xue Wen ducked behind a tree, circling around it multiple times to evade the onslaught.
After several failed attempts to land a hit, Snake’s frustration erupted into a furious roar. “Do you think you can keep running?!”
With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, forcing Chen Xue Wen to step back. Losing his footing, Chen Xue Wen stumbled and fell to the ground.
Snake’s eyes gleamed with triumph. Without hesitation, he charged forward, blades descending toward Chen Xue Wen.
But just as Snake was about to strike, Chen Xue Wen twisted his body and flicked his sleeve, releasing a cloud of lime powder into the air!
Startled, Snake instinctively leaped back, avoiding most of the white mist.
This gave Chen Xue Wen a brief moment to catch his breath and retreat a few steps, barely escaping death.
As the lime dust settled, Snake let out a cruel chuckle. “I knew you’d pull something like this!”
Wiping the residual powder from his sunglasses, he looked at Chen Xue Wen with utter contempt. Around them, Snake’s lackeys burst into laughter.
Chen Xue Wen remained silent, gripping his Bone Cutting Knife tightly.
Once the air cleared, Snake rushed forward again, continuing his relentless pursuit.
Chen Xue Wen was far from being Snake’s match in direct combat. He could only weave through the area, desperately avoiding the incoming strikes. Several times, Snake’s blades caught up to him, leaving fresh wounds on his body.
But each time Chen Xue Wen found himself in mortal danger, he would throw another handful of lime powder, forcing Snake to step back. This strategy, though desperate, allowed him to barely cling to life.
Snake grew increasingly infuriated. Finally, seizing an opportunity, he grabbed Chen Xue Wen by the collar and yanked hard, ripping his outer coat clean off.
With a flick, Snake shook the coat, causing multiple pouches of lime powder to fall out.
His eyes narrowed as he finally understood. Beneath the coat, Chen Xue Wen wore a Yellow Cowhide Jacket, his only real protection. Though Snake had slashed him several times, the tough leather had absorbed most of the damage, sparing Chen Xue Wen from severe injury.
Snake’s face twisted in rage. “Damn coward! No wonder you’re still standing after all those cuts!”
He threw the coat aside, glaring at Chen Xue Wen. “But now that you’re out of tricks, let’s see how you survive this!”
Roaring, Snake charged once more, his blades flashing in the dim light, no longer fearing any more lime powder tricks.
With no choice left, Chen Xue Wen could only keep running, dodging for his life, unable to fight back.
The yellow cowhide battle garment Chen Xue Wen wore was already torn in several places, fresh blood seeping through the slashes—proof that he had sustained serious injuries. And this time, he truly had no more lime powder left. All he could do now was desperately flee for his life.
In the distance, Li Er Yong and the others anxiously paced in circles, but Snake’s men had subtly positioned themselves in their way. The message was clear: if they dared step in to help, they would be stopped at all costs.
Tonight, Snake and his gang were determined to end Chen Xue Wen.
Even though battered and exhausted, Chen Xue Wen was still quick-witted, narrowly avoiding Snake’s deadly strikes several times. But ultimately, his luck ran out.
Snake seized the opportunity and slashed Chen Xue Wen’s arm, a deep gash spilling blood like a fountain.
Chen Xue Wen gritted his teeth and violently flung his arm, splattering Snake’s face with fresh blood. His glasses were instantly stained red, forcing him to yank off both his mask and glasses before charging forward, dual long blades slicing towards Chen Xue Wen’s throat.
Chen Xue Wen instinctively raised his bone-cutting knife to block, but Snake forced him to the ground, pressing him down with sheer strength.
From afar, Li Er Yong, Lai Hou, and the others shouted desperately, struggling to break through, but Snake’s men held them back with everything they had.
“Chen Xue Wen, die!” Snake roared, gritting his teeth as he slowly forced his long blade downward, aiming to behead him.
Chen Xue Wen locked eyes with Snake. Then, without warning, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of white smoke.
Snake was just inches away, pressing down with his blades, leaving him completely exposed to the attack.
Earlier, because of the blood splash on his glasses, Snake had removed both his mask and eyewear, convinced that Chen Xue Wen had no more lime powder left. He never expected that Chen Xue Wen had hidden a packet of the powder inside his mouth before the fight even began.
From the very start, Chen Xue Wen had remained silent—not a single word uttered—because the lime powder was tucked beneath his tongue, a secret weapon reserved for this very moment.
Even when Snake had ripped off his outer jacket, it was part of the ruse—to make Snake believe he had no lime powder left on him. And when he splashed his blood on Snake’s face, it wasn’t just to disorient him, but to force him into removing his protective gear.
Snake, overconfident and reckless, fell straight into the trap.
Now, blinded at point-blank range, Snake screamed in agony, clutching his burning eyes.
Seizing the moment, Chen Xue Wen rolled out from under Snake, both bone-cutting knives flashing as he struck, slicing deep into Snake’s left shoulder, severing the tendons.
Snake howled in pain, but it was already over. He had lost the fight.
Chen Xue Wen swiftly grabbed Snake’s long blades, turned the tables, and pressed him against the ground. Without hesitation, he wielded his bone-cutting knife, mercilessly severing the tendons in Snake’s wrist and ankle.
Snake collapsed, wailing in agony, completely crippled.
Chen Xue Wen, now drenched in blood, struggled to his feet, supporting himself against a tree while holding his bloodstained bone-cutting knife. He coughed violently, spitting out the remaining lime powder, feeling the burning sensation eating away at the inside of his mouth.
But pain no longer mattered.
Towering over Snake, he spoke coldly, “Snake, you’ve lost.”
Snake could no longer utter a word. He lay on the ground, a broken man, stripped of all power.
Around them, Snake’s men stood in stunned silence.
No one had expected such an ending.
Chen Xue Wen had single-handedly defeated Snake.
Li Er Yong and the others erupted into cheers, rushing forward. They lifted Chen Xue Wen into the air, their voices echoing through the night.
“Brother Wen won! Brother Wen won!”
Snake’s gang stood frozen, watching as the victor was crowned.
From this night forward, Peaceful City would remember one name: Chen Xue Wen.
And Snake? He was finished.
Tonight, Zhou Jing Hui and Snake were wiped from the underworld.
And Chen Xue Wen’s legend had just begun.
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