The legendary warrior

Chapter 239 Intrude Into the Tiger Gang

As he spoke, the voice snickered, as if enjoying their embarrassment.

What the voice had said was true. If the man they killed was not the young master of the Panther Gang, they might not have managed to enter the Chaotic Region. For a fact, two warriors at the fourth grade of Bone Reinforcement and a group of warriors at the peak of Blood Purification were no match for one at sixth grade of Bone Reinforcement and another at fifth grade. That was the truth of the matter.

After that, the voice went silent.

With a sudden swoosh, all the figures around the forest magically disappeared. All that Ricky and his companions could sense was a slight rushing sound, but no any trace of the mysterious spies again.

"Now, we may enter the Chaotic Region," said Tyson, taking a deep breath. "I wonder where does the Panther Gang rank in the Chaotic Region."

"Tyson, tell us about the force division in the Chaotic Region," asked Ricky.

"Okay, Russell. Now listen carefully. The Chaotic Region has three divisions: the Upper, the Middle, and the Lower Region. The reason why the region was divided in three is that there has been opportunities of becoming an innate spiritual king in recent years," explained Tyson.

"The three parts correspond to three levels of power. The Lower Region contains all kinds of gangs, in which the best warriors are from either the sixth or seventh grade of Bone Reinforcement.

The Middle Region is for the Palace forces, which is superior to the gangs in the Chaotic Region. Among the Palace forces, their finest warriors are drawn from either the eighth or ninth grade of Bone Reinforcement.

As for the Upper Region, there are only eight forces."

"Eight forces," whispered Ricky, his face knitting into a frown. "Ah! The Eight Demi-immortal Forces, right?"

"Exactly. The Eight Demi-immortal Forces. They are the real masters of the Chaotic Region," nodded Tyson. "All the mysterious warriors in the black forest are from the Eight Demi-immortal Forces.

Reportedly, they have been in full control of the Chaotic Region for quite some time now."

"If that's the case, then I guess they must be pretty an impressive demi-immortal force. That would mean they are our biggest challenge ahead. For us to take control of this region in two years, they will be quite a formidable hurdle to overcome," murmured Ricky.

"Take it easy! Nothing is impossible, right? As for now, we'll make it one step at a time. The immediate step we should be talking about is to get into the Chaotic Region first!" Tyson explained with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing.

Then, activating his spiritual energy, he gathered the blood spread on the ground and sprayed it to the huge rock that stood beside him. Immediately, the characters on the rock that read "Chaotic Region" took on a bloody terrifying look, as if animated from beneath.

Supporting Kristen, who had a slight limp on their shoulders, Ricky and Tyson made their way to the black forest and stepped into the Chaotic Region.

On the way, they crossed a few hills dotting the sprawling basin. There were new buildings and old castles in strategic places of the expanse - the bases of the Chaotic Region's warriors. Looking far into the distance, they could see eight enormous castles. No doubt, home to the Eight Demi-immortal Forces!

Between the castles were many street markets, where the warriors from all cadres traded various commodities.

Of course, many trades were unfair. Hardly had the three stepped into one market than they came face to face with the cruel reality. The market place was run by callous bullied who had no scruples with tricking out the unsuspecting or even violently attacking and robbing anyone who walked into their net.

However, the warriors walking past were not in the least surprised. Some of them even stopped by and watched with glee while all the cheating and violence were taking place. From the look of things, notorious bullies ran the show in this place, and their impunity had become so commonplace that no one seemed to give a hoot. The market square had a chilling stone-cold indifference wrapped around it like a humid, oppressive blanket.

Here and there across the market, dead bodies and skeletons littered the place, giving it a deathly aura. The soil was wet with blood. It seemed that fighting and killing were necessary, daily part of life.

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"Our next step is to establish a gang of our own in the Lower Region. We need to occupy a castle and gain a footing and infiltrate this region over time," said Tyson, climbing on a rock to have a peek at the castles in the distance.

"Occupying a castle? Good idea! But which castle? Do we have a target?" asked Ricky, excitement showing in his voice.

"We are not familiar with the forces in the region now. So no, we don't have a specific target. But there's no need to worry. We'll wait and see if there is anyone who is willing to show us the way!" Tyson put on a confident smile.

They glanced around, studying the people in the market.

"Hey, look! There's a pretty chick there!" said a lascivious voice beside them. Ricky, Tyson and Kristen were strange faces here. They were spotted the moment they stepped into the market, especially Kristen.

Girls were rare in the Chaotic Region, let alone beautiful girls like Kristen. It was not surprising that she had quickly been marked as target by the hungry warriors.

Shortly after, many unkempt, savage warriors gathered around them, blocking their way.

"Listen Kristen! Sometimes your pretty face can invite unnecessary trouble. But who knows, the same beautiful face could also save us a lot of time and effort here. For now, we will count on the positive! We need someone to show us the way and see? Here they came!" Tyson exuded joy at the unexpected help.

"Tyson, stop joking, or you'll be sorry!" whispered Kristen.

"Hah-hah. Okay, okay! Sorry, Kristen." Tyson shut his mouth.

"Hey girl, be my woman! Leave that coward and come with me! I'm much stronger than him, you'll see. I can rock your body all night long." It was the voice of a huge, hideous looking man with a shaggy beard. His eyes fixed on Kristen, he drooled with lust.

"Hah! Russell! Did you hear that? This creep has the guts to call you a coward!" laughed Tyson.

"Humph. He will have to pay for that!" answered Ricky, shaking his head and sniffing with disdain.

Hardly had the man realized what was happening than he was thrown into the air by a brute force. He fell on the ground like a heavy sack of potatoes. His eyes sunk back of the sockets, he spoke with a slur and foamed at the mouth. Shortly after, his head dropped and stopped struggling.

The people who had surrounded the place were taken aback, and were left exchanging scared glances.

They all knew that man. A respected, powerful warrior at the third grade of Bone Reinforcement, just about to break through. Arguably, he was the finest among them.

How had he died so easily, without even as much as a hint about Ricky's moves? Obviously, the three strangers were no pushovers as everyone had initially thought.

At the sign of trouble, the crowd of onlookers fled in disarray. They did want the girl, but they didn't have the power to win her over.

"Hey! You! Stop there!" Successfully, they had stunned the people around. Aware of their fete, Ricky smiled and shouted at a comparatively handsome young man who was passing by.

"Don't harm me! I'm just passing by!" The young man was so frightened that he lowered his head and broke into tear, wailing at the top of his voice.

"I know. Don't be afraid. I just want to ask you a question," Ricky smiled gently. .

The young man led them to a small castle, on the top of which sat a board with three words inscribed. "The Tiger Gang," read the terse inscription.

"This the gang that I belong to. What do you want?" asked the young man in a trembling voice.

"Are you sure that the head of this gang is only at the fourth grade of the Bone Reinforcement?" asked Ricky, staring the young man straight in the eyes.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure our leader is at fourth grade of the Bone Reinforcement!" confirmed the young man, nodding in affirmation.

"Very good!"

With that, Ricky jumped high in the air, gathered his spiritual energy on his foot and kicked the board, shuttering it into pieces in one fell swoop.