The legendary warrior

Chapter 95 Becoming Subchief

"Our subchiefs just gave you permission to become a member of our Bloody Gang, but he didn't ask you to stand up, fool. Keep on kneeling," a warrior said fiercely after he saw Ricky rising to his feet.

Ricky's Water Miraculous Pills had made quite a few gang members jealous of him. This warrior was one of them.

He aimed a hammer-like kick at Ricky's knees, intending on making him kneel again.

"Crack!" It was the audible sound of a bone fracturing. But Ricky didn't fall to his knees. Instead, it was the warrior who was now screaming painfully as he clutched his legs. Because as his foot struck Ricky's knees, the impact felt like he had just kicked a solid piece of steel.

Everyone in the hall was now on high alert.

"Who are you?" Both subchiefs asked suspiciously, instantly on guard. They knew right away that Ricky wasn't a run-of-the-mill person.

The members of Bloody Gang took out their weapons and encircled Ricky, staring with wary eyes.

"You are really forgetful. You two just accepted me into the Bloody Gang. Don't you remember?" Ricky smiled.

"What an fool! How dare you make trouble here! Tear this bastard to pieces now!" The thin subchief commanded fiercely. The Bloody Gang members prepared to attack Ricky from all sides.

"What are you going to do? Do you intend to disobey the Bloody Gang's rules?" Ricky shouted loudly in order to stop them in their tracks.

"I'm now a member of Bloody Gang and I want to challenge these two subchiefs for their positions. According to the gang rules, all the members should stay out of this, otherwise you are disrespectful to

Bloody Gang's two leaders."

People in the hall, including the screaming warrior, fell into a stunned silence after hearing Ricky's words. They all stared at Ricky as if he was ridiculous. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

After a moment of utter silence, they all burst into laughter.

"Ha-ha! What a funny joke! My brother, did you hear what he had said? He wants to challenge us to get the position of subchief. How silly this boy is!" The fat subchief guffawed, slapping his knees.

"Ha-ha! Oh, goodness me. He- he wants to challenge us!" The thin subchief also shrieked with laughter.

"Hey guys, I think this boy must have been kicked in the head by a horse! Or maybe he's just totally insane. Who else would say something so hilarious?" The members of the Bloody Gang were also bent over in laughter.

Nevertheless, they did stop their attack, because in fact what Ricky said was true. According to the rules of their Gang, if someone challenged the position of subchief, others weren't allowed to interfere.

If someone broke the rule, he would most definitely be executed by Bloody Gang's two leaders.

Besides, none of them believed that Ricky would ever win that challenge successfully. It was too easy for the two subchiefs to kill Ricky.

"Just kill this guy and give his body to the wolves to eat!" the thin subchief said to the fat one. He waved his hands, quickly growing impatient.

"Why yes, brother," the fat subchief answered.

At that, Ricky felt a huge ball of flesh rolling toward him with a powerful earthy palm.

But Ricky didn't even look at it. He merely deflected it with a punch.

The sound of someone spitting out blood suddenly broke into the air. The fat subchief fell onto the ground like a dead pig, blood streaming down his mouth. Then Ricky leaped quickly to his side and kicked him in the chest with a tremendous force.

With a scream, the fat subchief flew straight out of the main hall. After his body stopped rolling, he was found to be dead.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The fat subchief was already dead by the time everyone else had realized what was happening.

But if anyone knew what Ricky's status was, it was easy to comprehend. The fat subchief was merely a normal warrior at the fourth grade of Blood Purification. How could he stand up the powerful attack of Ricky who had survived so many bloody battles?

"Brother!" The thin subchief howled furiously. His black eyes instantaneously turned red, with an overwhelming murderous intent rolling towards Ricky.

From his body, the thin subchief called forth the power of warriors at the fifth grade of Blood Purification.

He lifted the iron rod in the hall and charged at Ricky.

Drawing the Iron Destroyer from the sheath on the back, Ricky also dashed towards him.

As he was running, Ricky broke out the Third Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula. Even though this warrior was not very powerful, Ricky couldn't take any chances because he was facing a warrior at the fifth grade of Blood Purification.

After all, the fifth grade of Blood Purification was actually two grades higher than his.

The sound of metal colliding rang through the air.

Ricky's saber collided with the iron rod, and the force of roaring flame collided with the force of defending earth.

The air was filled with the echoes of loud cracking sounds. A burst of sparks sprang up between the Iron Destroyer and the iron rod. After only a brief moment where both forces stood on equal footing, the Iron Destroyer cut the iron rod right in two.

Ricky summoned his sharp blade of flame again, which he used to gouge a long cut on the thin subchief's right arm.

"How is it possible? You are only at the third grade of Blood Purification! How come you have this powerful strength?" The thin subchief growled at Ricky while clutching his injured right arm. He retreated quickly all of a sudden.

And then he turned tail and ran away to outside, having no intent of fighting this mysterious warrior today.

All of the gang members were shocked and terrified at this scene.

"It's too late to run now!" Ricky roared deeply.

A drop of blood fell from the Iron Destroyer, and Ricky moved quickly and agilely like a galloping deer. Ricky caught up with the thin subchief in an instant, slashing sharply at him. The drop of blood hit the floor.

Now Ricky had slain the two subchiefs of this inferior branch.

And he took back his two Water Miraculous Pills, trying not to show his relief at retrieving them.

"I think you should now know who I am!" Ricky said cruelly. He had now returned to the hall, looking around at the frightened warriors as he clutched the bloody Iron Destroyer in his hand.

All the gang members knelt down in fear, and called Ricky subchief respectfully.

"Now that you call me subchief, from now on, I have the final say in this inferior branch. If you disobey my word, you will end up like your two newly retired subchiefs. Understand?" Ricky said in a stone cold voice.

He did not want their loyalty. He wanted to instill as much fear into them so that he could take advantage of them in the next few days.

"Respectful subchief! Yes! We understand!" All the warriors cried out, looking at the two bloody corpses from the corners of their eyes.

"Well, then. What are you waiting for? Clean up those two bodies. They're disgusting. Then come back here for I have something to tell you," Ricky said lightly.

Then, he sat down on the throne in the hall, observing the warriors who now anxiously sprang to action.

About a quarter of an hour later, everything was cleared up. All the gang members, who totalled almost forty, came into the hall and waited for their new subchief to speak.

"Show me the way to the Treasure Tower of this inferior branch," Ricky ordered.

"Yes, respectful subchief!" Two warriors at the third grade of Blood Purification answered.

They set off to lead him to a hidden cave not far from their base.