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After Qiu Yong and his group left, Ling Chen immediately left the room and quickly headed towards Tong Zhentian’s residence. It seemed the three major forces had already made their move ahead of schedule, so he had to prepare early. However, before he could reach Tong Zhentian’s room, a clamorous noise suddenly came from the martial arts venue of Dragon Tiger Hall.

"Enemies have invaded!"

Hearing the cries from outside, Ling Chen’s face changed slightly, and he swiftly dashed towards the venue. As he emerged from the office building of Dragon Tiger Hall, he swept his gaze across the venue and saw a chaotic brawl already underway with all parties gathered. Through the attire they wore, Ling Chen immediately recognized the disciples of Dragon Tiger Hall. At this moment, faced with the assault of the three forces, dozens of Dragon Tiger Hall disciples were in dire straits, their defense line was likely to be breached at any moment.

"Those people have finally made their move." A voice came, and Ling Chen turned to see He Ziyun stepping out from behind, holding an iron sword.

"Mr. He!"

"Leave this area to me, you go check elsewhere." As soon as he finished speaking, He Ziyun lightly tapped with his toe, and his wrist gave a gentle flick, causing the iron sword to swiftly shoot out, hitting a disciple of Heavenly Dragon Sect who was in the midst of the battle. At the same time, He Ziyun quickly rushed forward, grasping the sword hilt with one hand. Accompanied by a crisp sword clang, the iron sword unsheathed like a nimble viper, weaving through the crowd. In the blink of an eye, several enemies were stabbed in their limbs and fell to the ground.

However, He Ziyun’s appearance quickly caught the attention of two men, who exchanged a glance and simultaneously charged forward, flanking him from both sides to hold him down. Seeing this, He Ziyun let out a light shout, causing the iron sword to vibrate slightly as its edge pierced the air, lunging straight towards one of the men.

As the sword edge approached, the man twisted his waist, flicking gently with his fingers. With a clear ’clang’ sound, the sword’s blade was deflected. Feeling the tremor from the sword blade, He Ziyun’s expression changed slightly.

No wonder he’s skilled, turns out he’s a master from the Earthly List! Sizing up the opponent’s strength, He Ziyun immediately changed tactics, no longer focusing on aggressive attacks, instead switching to a defensive maneuver. Utilizing his powerful inner strength and rich experience, he maneuvered around the two men’s sides. Since the opponents were both Earthly List masters, even with a full assault, it wouldn’t achieve anything. Rather than wasting his energy, it was better to hold them off.

"Ling," at this moment, Song Ge hurried over from the direction of the dormitory, said in a deep voice, "Those bastards have made their move?"

Ling Chen nodded and said, "You don’t need to intervene here, ensure Master Su’s safety. I’ll manage the rest."

"Be careful, someone has already broken into the dormitory, the situation there is unclear. You’d better send someone to assist." After speaking, Song Ge headed directly towards Su Mei’s residence.

"Ling Chen!"

At this point, Tong Zhentian and his group had all rushed out. Seeing the mixed battle on the venue with the four factions, everyone frowned slightly.

"Our people may not withstand their attack, let me help." Chen Junfeng shook the silver spear in his hand, preparing to join the fight.

"Sir Chen, don’t hurry, now is not the time for us to make a move." Ling Chen stopped Chen Junfeng, signaling him to calm down.

"At this point, you’re still in the mood to watch?"

Ling Chen pointed his finger towards the western wall and said, "Look over there."

Upon hearing this, everyone directed their gaze towards the top of the western wall. At that time, several people stood on the wall, wrapped in the thick night, appearing only as silhouettes, not very clear. If Ling Chen hadn’t mentioned it, they almost overlooked this.

"Who are those people?"

"They must be here for us specifically." Ling Chen paused and spoke, "In a moment, don’t spread out too far, or we risk being picked off by them one-by-one." During the conversation, a series of air-splitting ’whoosh’ sounds suddenly echoed overhead. Shortly after, members of the three major forces in the battle abruptly fell to the ground one after another. In a blink, more than a dozen had lost their fighting capacity.

As everyone looked up, they saw a row of silhouettes appeared on the roof of the office building, each holding a bow.

"Divine Arrow Team!"

Standing on the roof of the office building were members of the Divine Arrow Team, who had been secretly lurking. They were all trained handpicked by Zhang Zhongfeng himself. Although they hadn’t reached Zhang Zhongfeng’s extraordinary level, they could still shoot accurately at a hundred paces. At this moment, they occupied the high ground, suppressing the attack from the three forces one arrow after another.

Simultaneously, one of the silhouettes on the western wall suddenly dashed forward, making a beeline for the office building. Clearly, the opponent was well aware of the Divine Arrow Team’s importance. If this squad weren’t eliminated, their people couldn’t gain the upper hand.

"Hmph! Let’s see where you go." Chen Junfeng let out a light shout and headed straight for the office building. Approaching closely, with a flick of his arm, the silver spear was hurled with a ’whoosh,’ impaling the outer wall several meters high. Then, with a toe tap, he soared in the air, gripping the suspended spear shaft, leveraging upward to the rooftop.

Watching Chen Junfeng disappearing on the rooftop, Ling Chen nodded inwardly. With Chen Junfeng intervening, he had no concern over the safety of the Divine Arrow Team; however, those few on the western wall left him pondering, not daring to be complacent.

With the aid of the Divine Arrow Team, members of the three forces gradually fell to a disadvantage, pushed towards the western wall by the Dragon Tiger Hall disciples.

"Mr. Zhu, the situation’s not looking good; the western offensive has been held off, our people can’t breach their defenses."

In the small supermarket outside Dragon Tiger Hall, Guo Halong reported the latest intel to Zhu Hong.

"A bunch of incompetent fools, with so many people but unable to attack," Zhu Hong coldly remarked. "Any signs from the Dark Pavilion?"

"Tian Xiong hasn’t issued an order yet."

Zhu Hong contemplated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Since the Dark Pavilion isn’t in a hurry, neither should we be. There’s still plenty of time." After a pause, he asked, "What’s the situation at the hospital?"

"Except for Ling Chen, the other members of the Eight Shadows have rushed over. Our people will try to delay them, by the time they hurry back to Dragon Tiger Hall, it’ll be too late."

"Ling Chen is as close as family with the Eight Shadows; if they face any misfortune, what do you think Ling Chen’s reaction will be?"

"Well..." Guo Halong hesitated momentarily, then said, "Mr. Zhu, this idea isn’t bad, but we don’t have enough manpower to mobilize right now. Those people with Qiu Yong are skilled; unless we deploy elite disciples from Heavenly Dragon Sect, otherwise..."

"How many people do we have left?"

"Besides those already engaged in the action, around seventy people or so. I’ve arranged them elsewhere for contingencies."