Flames, the flash of blades, the shouts of combat, the screams of agony...
Around the Changfeng Inn, the place had completely turned into a chaotic battlefield.
At this point, the merchants and people of the pugilistic world who were blocked here had no choice but to fight for their lives.
They teamed up with acquaintances, some backing against cliffs or hiding in the forests, wielding knives, spears, clubs, and sticks to fend off the bandit onslaught.
To be honest, the fighting strength of both sides was evenly matched.
Among the merchants and these jianghu people, most had a basic understanding of hand-to-hand combat, slightly stronger than the average person, and resorted to hacking wildly in desperation.
The bandits from the White Tiger Village were not much better; those who practiced martial arts year-round and were strong-bodied, and who could understand and exercise clear, overt strength, were able to lead a small team.
