Chapter 624 - 339: Advance or Die, the Two-Flower Realm as a Whetstone!

Kill Sikong Li, reward of one hundred thousand taels of silver, and promotion to Vice Hall Master!

Upon hearing this, the spirits of six out of the three hundred elite members were immediately lifted. All six were Fourth-Grade Martial Artists; although they couldn’t match Sikong Li one-on-one, they still had a chance as Fourth-Grade Martial Artists.

At the same time, including Sikong Li’s reward, the rewards were abundant, even surpassing the rewards offered by the County Mansion. Moreover, the rewards from the Cyan Fish Gang and the County Mansion did not conflict, so they could receive both rewards afterwards!

Men die for wealth, birds die for food. For the ordinary members of the Cyan Fish Gang, this was undoubtedly a great opportunity. Every person they killed could earn them at least a hundred taels of silver!

The accompanying Cyan Fish Gang disciples were all rubbing their fists, eagerly awaiting the arrival of reinforcements, feeling both apprehensive and excited. They were anxious because in a life-or-death battle, who could guarantee that they would not be the ones to die.

But they were excited because the opportunity was rare; how could they choose to emerge without risking their lives? When the opportunity presented itself, there was no way they would give it up.

Su Mu, who possessed four Martial Momentums, was keenly aware of the fighting spirit of the crowd. Influenced by their elevated morale, his blood quietly began to boil on the eve of the battle.

His eyes, as deep as the night, pierced through the fog over the sea after the sunset, and the small black dots at the horizon end reflected the outline of the islands and buildings in Su Mu’s eyes.

One side was completely oblivious, the other side had lowered their flags and was ready to strike.

Three hours later, when the rise and fall of waves as tall as a person shook the ship’s hull, Su Mu suddenly sensed something and turned around to look.

"They’re here, our people have arrived!"

A few breaths later, a scout with keen eyesight on the mast excitedly reported the arrival of the reinforcements.

Nearly a thousand Cyan Fish Gang disciples rushed to the port across five warships. After both parties converged, the total number exceeded a thousand, reaching one thousand two hundred and fifty-nine.

"Half sail ahead, set off!"

The Cyan Fish Gang’s warships could travel one hundred fifty miles across the sea in an hour, but the journey of fifty miles closer to the island took over half an hour, and the time had unknowingly approached the dawn.

The horizon revealed a trace of fish-belly white, and during this half-hour, the fighting spirit of the Cyan Fish Gang disciples continued to accumulate. Now, they were just one step away from unleashing their fighting spirit, bursting with energy.

Su Mu suddenly understood; doing so not only avoided alerting the enemy, but also better accumulated everyone’s fighting spirit, ready for the battle to begin.

Ten warships with extinguished flames slowly approached the shore, and the long-awaiting Cyan Fish Gang disciples poured out from the ships like waves. Except for a few disciples left to guard the ships in case of unexpected events, the rest swarmed out in full force.

A little flame in the sea served as a beacon guiding the Cyan Fish Gang disciples. The center of the island held a series of wooden structures, mostly low and rudimentary houses, as unnamed islands on the sea were often temporarily occupied by River Bandits.

Some islands even had temporary markets for commerce among the River Bandits.

In the center of these buildings stood a few three-story pavilions, one of which was the most exquisite. Inside sat a man dressed in a tiger-head blood robe, cross-legged.

This man was about forty years old, with thick mustaches. As he breathed in and out, blue veins throbbed all over his body, spewing two solid pale-red breaths from his mouth and nose, resembling a Demon Beast exhaling.

The man was none other than the Vice Gang Leader of the Jiao Blood Gang, ranked eighth among the thirteen great bandits, Blood Tiger Sikong Li!

"Cough cough cough, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top... Why is it so difficult? Will I be stuck before achieving it for the rest of my life?!"

The man’s face twitched, issuing a few quick coughs. As he slowly opened his eyes, a pair of phoenix eyes flashed with terrifying fierceness and a trace of helplessness.

Sikong Li was not native to Donglai County. His father fled south avoiding conscription and encountered a group called the ’Blood Shark Gang’. In the chaos, only Sikong Li survived.

In desperation, a group of River Bandits hostile to the Blood Shark Gang arrived, and in the chaos, Sikong Li was captured by these enemies. They discovered his exceptional aptitude and one of them took him as a disciple.

It turned out that the River Bandits’ judgment was correct; Sikong Li’s Martial Dao talent was indeed extraordinary. He started martial training at seven, and after just ten years, he reached Sixth Grade.

In gratitude to the River Bandits.

At a banquet, Sikong Li poisoned his master and wiped out the entire bandit group. The following year, the Blood Shark Gang also quietly vanished.

Having avenged his family, Sikong Li was free of attachments; from his early experiences, he developed a longing for power. To earn more money and cultivation resources, he chose to remain a River Bandit and soon joined the already thriving Jiao Blood Gang.

Though Sikong Li appeared to be in his early forties, he was nearing sixty. He was in the Two Flower Realm, just one step away from achieving the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, but he had yet to condense the Martial Momentum flower.

"The old man said I was a genius..."

Having passed sixty, Sikong Li truly felt his Qi Blood gradually waning, unable to stop his decline. If he didn’t achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top within five years, he feared he would never progress again.

Sikong Li clenched his fist, remembering when he advanced to Sixth Grade within ten years of training, shocking the surrounding River Bandits and even the old man who took him as a disciple; everyone called him a genius.

Back then, when he rose to Vice Gang Leader of the Jiao Blood Gang, ranked among the thirteen great bandits, at just twenty-five years old, and had already condensed the Martial Dao Two Flowers, how glorious was he!