Chapter 248 Conquer The Axe Gang

On that day, the castle of the Manor Gang was surrounded by the warriors. The number of them was
ten times that of a previous similar occasion. All the warriors from major gangs known to sell weapons
at the Lower Region of the whole Chaotic Region had shown up.

The Axe Gang came with the most number of warriors.

The Axe Gang was one of the six gangs less powerful among the top ten gangs. Its leader Trent was a
warrior at the fifth grade of Bone Reinforcement, and also a casting master at intermediate Mortal
Level, while his younger brother, Bastian was at the sixth grade of Bone Reinforcement.

With the two brothers' powerful strength and in particular, Trent's authority as a casting master of the
intermediate Mortal Level, it was enough for them to keep the Axe Gang among the top ten gangs.

The Manor Gang was known for its unbeatable reputation. Almost all the members of the gang led by
Trent and his brother Bastian had joined forces, hoping to add up to a resounding victory in their battle
against the Manor Gang.

"Ha-ha! We have never expected that the two influential leaders of the Axe Gang would come. We
apologize for not being able to usher you into our castle with such short notice," Ricky and Tyson said
as soon as they heard the news and walked out of their castle with a polite and welcoming smile on
their faces.

"To our respected guests, welcome to our castle. This way, please follow me," Ricky added politely,
inviting the two leaders inside the quaint castle.

At once, Ricky thought of an idea that he wanted to achieve and that was to win Trent's trust. In this
way, the whole Axe Gang could be conquered and would abide by his orders.



Trent was just an average skilled warrior at the fifth grade of Bone Reinforcement. Ricky had no much
confidence in challenging him. Meanwhile, Trent was also a casting master. In weapon casting, Ricky,
however, had enough confidence to defeat him.

"No, I prefer to stay here and negotiate," Trent said, rejecting their cordial offer.

"Well, alright, let's talk here if you insist!" Tyson said, smiling. "What brings you here? What can I do for
you?" Tyson asked. "As far as I can remember, the people of our Manor Gang have never done any of
you or your subordinates wrong!"

"You two leaders, Tyson and Russell, stop playing tricks on us. Let us cut to the chase. The casting
industry of your Manor Gang seriously threatens the survival of over a dozen gangs, including our Axe
Gang. Today, we would like to hear your explanation!" Trent said firmly.

"Yes! That's right! "We are with Trent's side and we want to hear your explanation!" The moment Trent
finished his sentence, the leaders of other small gangs below all roared, agreeing to what they had
heard.

"Ha-ha, Trent, what you said made me confused. I don't understand why our Manor Gang owes you an
explanation about that situation. In the Chaotic Region, its ruthless rules are like those in the jungle,
where the weak ones are the prey of the strong and the events of dog-eat-dog always happen. Our
Manor Gang dominates the weapon industry and threatens your survival, which can only indicate one
problem—you are not strong enough to compete with us," Ricky said bluntly and laughed.

After a few seconds, he continued, "So, since the problem is you are not strong enough, please stop
complaining in front of our castle like this."

"Russell, how can you say that? Are you trying to annoy us?" The leaders of some gangs protested
angrily in a deafening manner when they heard the harsh comments from Ricky.



"Ha-ha, anyone who feels irritated by our Manor Gang just step forward and challenge us or you can
gather your own team and defeat us. I am going to fight all of you," Tyson said at once and laughed
heavily, while he took a step forward, looked around and exuded an intense momentum.

"If you don't dare to challenge me, just keep your mouth shut!" Tyson added.

When the leaders protesting earlier heard Tyson's remarks, not one noise was heard. They were
intimidated, not only by Tyson's fame based on his great strength but also by the obvious powerful
momentum exuding from his body.

In that case, they could do nothing but only to steer their attention on Trent and his brother, desperately
hoping the two brothers would say something to defend them.

With such flowing attention, Trent was fully aware in his heart that the leaders of these small gangs
were just pushing him and his brother into the limelight and hoping all the troubles could be solved by
them.

However, Trent was willing to walk into the limelight and end all the troubles they were facing.

The Manor Gang's wild expansion in its weapon industry had seriously threatened the survival of the
Axe Gang. Therefore, they had been left with no other options. If they didn't improve the situation now,
the members of the Axe Gang would be forced out of the weapon industry and put to a more desperate
position where they had to live on by hunting fiercely beasts.

Trent, as the top leader of Axe Gang, had to stand up for the survival of his gang.

Glaring at Ricky and Tyson, Trent said seriously, "You are both correct. The Chaotic Region is a place
where the power rules everything and the powerful people are well-respected." There was a short
pause. Then he muttered, "But if all the gangs here are united and start a fight with your Manor Gang,
the results would be ugly in the end and I believe you two leaders would not want to see that happen."



"Oh, Trent, now you are threatening us, aren't you?" Ricky and Tyson responded, dissatisfied with
Trent's words.

But they were not quite worried. Though warriors of the Chaotic Region were outlaws, most of them
were strangers to each other and couldn't work together as one team. Thus, Ricky found it hard to
believe they could be closely united to fight against the Manor Gang.

"I wouldn't dare do that. I'm just telling you two leaders, even in this bloody Chaotic Region full of
murder and bloodshed, people should never be too cruel. Even the tamest animal will strike when its
life is endangered. Show some mercy for others to survive," Trent said slowly yet calmly.

"Oh, is that so? Trent, what do you want us to do? Do you want our Manor Gang to leave the weapon
industry?" Ricky sneered.

"My idea is rather simple. I want to challenge your Manor Gang in weapon casting skills. If I lose the
challenge, I will never bother you or mention about this matter any more. And we, Axe Gang, will
withdraw from the weapon industry and will never set a foot in it from then on," Trent replied coldly with
great determination beaming in his eyes.

"However, if we defeat your Manor Gang, you will be ordered to never set foot in the weapon industry
as well! How does it sound? Do you have enough guts to accept this challenge?"

'Wow, you must have read my mind! That's exactly what I want to happen!' Ricky thought silently and
felt an extreme excitement upon hearing those words. Earlier, he had been worried and planning of a
good way to conquer Trent, but he did not expect that Trent would offer such a good deal himself!

At once, he peered to Tyson as if guaranteeing him that he would defeat Trent. Then, Ricky said,
"Trent, since you have said so, I will totally accept your challenge. Let's compete in weapon casting."

"Well, it appears that you're the casting master of Manor Gang?" said Trent coldly.



"Yes, that's right, and let's learn from each other from our competition then," Ricky said, smirking. "So,
can I set up a rule for this competition?"

"Go on!" Trent said.

"When I am crafting weapons, I don't like to be watched by any spectator. Therefore, when you and I
are competing in weapon casting, I suggest you compete with me in the casting workshop inside our
castle. Will this be alright with you?" Ricky asked with a sense of politeness in his tone.

"Why is that? What are you plotting?" said Bastian in a frigid tone.

"Bastian, do not fear. If I don't dare to enter their castle, then I am not qualified to be hailed the leader
of our Axe Gang," Trent said confidently as he patted Bastian's shoulder to assure him. Trent briskly
followed Ricky to step inside the castle of the Manor Gang.

"Trent..." Bastian grabbed his brother's arms and would like to say something more.

But he was lost for words when he detected the sincerity and peace in his brother's eyes.

After a while, they just vaguely heard the sound of hammering and beating from the castle of the Manor
Gang, which lasted for two hours and then disappeared.

"So, the competition is done. Based on Trent's strength in weapon casting, I guess this Manor Gang
will soon declare its withdrawal from the weapon industry!" Murmurs were spreading among the
warriors of different gangs.

"Hum, you are just a bunch of frogs scavenging at the bottom of the well, so ignorant that know nothing
of the great ocean!" Hearing their discussions, Tyson cast a disdainful look on them and murmured to
himself in a low voice. Meanwhile, the members of Manor Gang standing behind Tyson were also



disdainful of those warriors in discussion, because they had personally witnessed Ricky's weapon
casting efficiency and force.

"Ha-ha! Ha-ha!"

The next moment, the laughter from two people came to their ears. Soon, they saw Ricky and Trent
stepped out of the castle, walking side by side, unlike enemies or opponents. With their arms on each
other's shoulders, they looked like two old friends enjoying a stroll.

"Wh…What's going on?" When the warriors saw the two casting masters walking like friends, they were
taken aback.

Even Tyson and Bastian were dumbfounded and rubbing their eyes as it was just so hard to believe
what had happened in front of them.


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