Chapter 87: Chapter 66: One Hundred Days of Knife

Nurturing! Iron Beast Attack! 3

“Changkong, you have returned,” Mo Tie said with a relieved sigh upon seeing Su Changkong.

Upon seeing that Mo Tie was unharmed, Su Changkong also felt a measure of relief. He then couldn’t help but ask with some confusion, “Manor Lord, where is everyone else? Why is no one to be seen?”

Just now, when Su Changkong had returned to Black Iron Manor, he found it eerily quiet and without a single person in sight.

Upon hearing this, Mo Tie let out a sigh, “The morning before last, the Black Cavalry Gang came. They want Black Iron Manor to merge with their gang, or else they will flatten Black Iron Manor in three days. After careful consideration, I ultimately decided to dismiss everyone.”

Not many members of Black Iron Manor were willing to join the Black Cavalry Gang, and Mo Tie himself did not want to hand over the foundation his father had left to the gang, so he dismissed all the members.

This revelation shocked Su Changkong. The Black Cavalry Gang had come two days ago? They would return in three days!

Mo Tie took out two silver notes from his bosom and handed them to Su Changkong, “Changkong, I have no son, and I had planned to pass Black Iron Manor into your hands when I got old and retired, but now… I won’t see that day. Take these two hundred taels of silver, buy a house in the city, and open a smithy if you wish. Just don’t come back here!”

Looking at the two hundred taels silver note in his hand, Su Changkong furrowed his brows and said, “What about you, Manor Lord?”

Mo Tie chuckled, “Don’t worry about me, I’m here waiting just for you. Once you leave, I’ll also immediately pack up and leave. I’ve been tired for most of my life; it’s time for me to rest at last.”

“Then, Manor Lord… take care.”

Su Changkong fell silent for a long while, tucked the silver note into his bosom, bowed slightly to Mo Tie, and turned to leave.

Black Iron Manor once again fell quiet. Mo Tie was sitting at the stone table in the backyard, blankly gazing at the moon in the sky, guzzling down mouthfuls of wine. He burst out laughing, “I’ve been weak my whole life. Black Cavalry Gang… if you want to take away the manor my father left behind, you’ll have to step over my dead body!”

“This damned world!” Mo Tie sighed helplessly. All he wanted was to manage Black Iron Manor well, but fate was not on his side!

Mo Tie had no intention of leaving. To him, Black Iron Manor was not only the place where he was born, but it was also the only thing he had, and it was a line he would not retreat from.

He had always compromised for the safety of the manor, submitting to every kind of insult and humiliation. Now that he had dismissed the other members of the manor, he intended to stay by himself, willing to die here!

In the shadow outside the courtyard walls, Su Changkong stood silently. As he had expected, Mo Tie had no intention of leaving.

“Let’s go, a hundred days of nourishing the sword, all for a moment’s use!”

Touching the Iron-Cutting Sword at his waist, a look of determination flashed in Su Changkong’s eyes as he headed out from Black Iron Manor—perhaps for the last time.

“Shi Zijian, you’ve been looking for me? Well then… Here I come!”

Su Changkong’s eyes were as cold as ice.

Mo Tie was undoubtedly one of the few good people Su Changkong had met in this world.

He had been more than gracious to his fellow manor members, taking on the burden alone when faced with the plundering by the Black Cavalry Gang. When Su Changkong had first arrived in this world, it was Mo Tie who had taken him in; otherwise, he might have starved to death in the icy wilderness.

Although Su Changkong had also secretly helped Mo Tie later and resolved threats from people like Yan Fei, was that debt of gratitude truly repaid?

“Return kindness with kindness, vengeance for a grudge! For an enemy… one must eradicate them root and branch!”

Su Changkong headed toward a cave several miles away from Black Iron Manor. It had taken him nearly a month to craft his battle armor, which he had not expected to be of use so soon!

Su Changkong had a deep grudge against the Black Cavalry Gang. Originally, he had planned to deal with Shi Zijian and eradicate him root and branch, once he had broken through to the Qi-Blood Realm, eliminating his enemies. But now, with Black Iron Manor about to be razed by the Black Cavalry Gang any day, Su Changkong could not stand idly by and watch the place where he had lived for many years be trampled into ruins—it was time to make his move sooner!

The Black Cavalry Gang’s stronghold was located south of Clearwater City. Even though it was deep into the night, it was still brightly lit with buildings standing close together, rivaling the once resplendent White Jade Gang!

At the entrance of the Black Cavalry Gang’s stronghold, martial artists wearing black clothes and carrying weapons stood meticulously, resembling soldiers.

In fact, Shi Zijian himself had put the gang’s martial artists through military training, rewarding and punishing with fairness, endowing the Black Cavalry Gang’s fighters with strict discipline and fierce combat abilities!

On each lookout tower, more martial artists armed with bows stood watch— these were the elite of the Black Cavalry Gang!

“Hmm? Someone’s coming. Is it a disciple of the Black Cavalry Gang returning from a mission?”

At that moment, on one of the towers, a martial artist suddenly looked toward the darkness in the distance where he saw a dark figure approaching the Black Cavalry Gang’s stronghold.

At first, they thought it was just a returning disciple from the Black Cavalry Gang, but they quickly sensed something was amiss because the dark figure was too large and imposing!

As the figure gradually neared, illuminated by the lanterns hanging between the trees, his appearance became visible, stunning everyone present.

“Clang! Clang!”

It was an armored figure, with dark silver armor that appeared visibly heavy. On the armor, each part was spiked with sharp metallic thorns over half a foot long. The metallic clang of his movement was musical, like that of a tall and mighty metallic ferocious beast on the move, exuding a palpable sense of oppression.

Buzzing!

The Iron-Cutting Sword at Su Changkong’s waist was trembling, seemingly eager to taste the blood of its enemies.

“Tonight… let out all your pent-up energy!”

Under the helmet, Su Changkong’s dark eyes glittered with a fearsome chill!

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