Zhou Lu grew angry at Touba's arrogant provocations.

Even if Jiang Guihua hadn't said anything, Zhou Lu would still want to beat Touba's arrogance out of him.

Zhou Lu took a step forward.

Touba was about two meters tall. He was extremely muscular, built like an iron tower.

On the other hand, Zhou Lu was neither fat nor thin; neither tall nor short. He had a common man's figure.

Based on their size alone, they were already on completely different levels.

Touba's arms were thicker than Zhou Lu's legs. If he were to punch him, Zhou Lu looked like he would end up dying.

When Touba saw Zhou Lu step out, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I won't keep you waiting if you want to die that badly."

Touba grinned, revealing his trademark shiny white teeth.

He walked towards Zhou Lu, ridicule oozing from every inch of his body.

When they were less than three body widths apart, Touba stopped.

He looked down at Zhou Lu with manic excitement.

"The poor people of Xia Country; watch me crush your head."

Touba stretched out his strong arm and slowly moved towards Zhou Lu's head.

His palm was huge, encompassing all of Zhou Lu's head.

Zhou Lu was calm in the face of the large, looming hand. He gripped the hoe tightly.

He raised his hand, twisted his waist, and swung the hoe upwards—smoothly and naturally.

Like a tree breaking, one of Touba's arms was torn off by brute force.

Blood spurted out of his severed arm like a water gun.

Touba was shocked.

Mike and the others were equally dumbfounded.

Intense pain shot through him; he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

He held the remaining half of his arm with an agonized and almost distorted expression. His forehead was covered in a cold sweat.

"Zhou Lu, well done." Jiang Guihua was exceptionally happy.

The other members also praised Zhou Lu for doing a good job.

Mike's team immediately helped Touba to the side.

Renee took a syringe from the first-aid kit, drew up a coagulant, and injected it into Touba.

In the blink of an eye, the bleeding from Touba's severed arm stopped.

After that, they cleaned Touba's wounds and bandaged his injured arm.

"How are you feeling, Touba?" Mike asked, concerned.

Touba looked murderous. "I'll crush them."

Mike immediately stopped him. "Touba, don't be rash. Let me finish."

Mike still had some prestige in the team.

Even though Touba was angry, he still listened to Mike.

Mike said, "There's something odd about these people. I think we've met some hidden experts."

"You think they're experts?" asked Touba disapprovingly.

Mike didn't reply, which was a silent admission.

Tuba said, "I underestimated him earlier. If I had been serious, that guy's head would be off his shoulders."

But Mike shook his head and said extremely seriously, "If you had been serious, you would probably be dead."

Touba froze.

Listen, is this something that my teammate should be saying?

"Mike, I don't understand?"

"Touba, calm down and think. How did you lose your arm?

"All the muscles in your body have been genetically modified. Not only has your strength been enhanced, so has your defense. It's as hard as metal.

"But in front of that guy, your arm was as strong as clay."

Touba started to calm down.

He remembered the attack. It was as if his arm had gotten hit by a speeding train.

If that guy hit my vitals, I probably would have died.

Ordinary people don't have that kind of power.

Unless…

Touba's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Mike, are you saying that they are martial arts experts?

"They were just pretending to be weak to lure us into a trap."

Mike nodded.

"Damn it!" Touba felt even angrier.

Renee said, "Since they're martial arts experts and we've already offended them, they probably won't let us go so easily."

"What's there to be afraid of? We brought enough ammunition this time. Do you think they can resist firearms?" Touba thought of this.

Renee didn't argue.

Martial arts experts were also human beings. They were also made of flesh and blood. As long as they had guns, they could kill humans.

"What do you think, Mike?" Renee asked seriously.

"In a head-on battle, these guys will avoid us if they know that we have a lot of firearms.

"But, this is a forest. It will be hard to use our firearms. With their skills, we wouldn't be able to gain any advantage. Instead, we would be at a disadvantage.

"And if we're going to get rid of them, I think it's best if we choose to do so at night.

"We'll catch them off guard. When the time comes, we'll hide in the dark and use our sniper rifles to kill them one by one."

Renee added, "If they're martial arts experts, there's a high chance they're from martial arts families.

"If we kill them, their families won't sit back and do nothing. They'll come after us."

Mike frowned and sighed. "Martial arts families are a huge threat to me."

"It sounds like you guys just want to let them off scot free?" Touba said angrily.

Touba had lost an arm. He wouldn't let this matter rest with his personality.

"If you guys are too scared to fight, I won't beg you too. I'll take care of my own matters." Touba prepared to get up.

Mike held him down.

"Don't be rash, Touba. I'll think of something," Mike urged.

They were brothers who had gone through thick and thin together; Mike knew exactly how Touba felt right now.

Of course, he was furious that his brother had lost an arm, but he knew that it wasn't time to be rash—they could lose something much greater than an arm.

"So tell me, what's the plan?" Touba asked, trying to suppress his anger.

Mike steeled his heart. He had to grit his teeth. "We'll follow the plan I just proposed."

"Alright!" Touba had no objections.

…

On the other hand, on Jiang Guihua's side.

"Sister Guihua, what are those people mumbling?"

Jiang Guihua said, "I don't know any foreign languages, but it doesn't sound good."

"Then what should we do? Do we fight back?" Zhou Lu said.

He was brimming with confidence, and his entire body was burning up.

Jiang Guihua thought for a while and said, "The fight's already started. They won't let this go."

"Then we have to strike back!" Zhou Lu was eager to go.

"Strike back! Of course we have to strike back.

"They are all bullying immortal cultivators. If we don't retaliate, we will be letting down the Sect Master's nurturing.

"Besides, we still have a mission. We can't let them affect our progress."

"Are we going to chase them away, or what?" someone asked.

"Don't be foolish. What if we chase them away and they try to mess with us again? How can we complete the mission if we go back and forth like that?"

"Then…"

Jiang Guihua's eyes gleamed coldly.

"In for a penny, in for a pound. We'll kill them all."

Tss——…

Her team members sucked in a breath of cold air.

Listen, what kind of terrifying words were those?

Kill them all???

Isn't that too cruel, Sister Guihua?

Jiang Guihua straightened her back and said vehemently, "Sect Master once said, we will not attack unless we are attacked. If we are attacked, we will certainly kill them.

"Those people want to kill us; they're prepared to kill us at any time."