Regardless of whether their actions were legal or harmonious, in an era where heroism was defined by brute strength, they were all heroes, men of towering stature, each with a distinct portrayal of heroism in the eyes of their beholders. Being a hero wasn't just about saving a drowning child or performing any other single act. The members of the Heavenly Reversal Gang before them were just as much heroes.
"Kill!" Zhang Lang and Hong Kai exchanged a few blows. Unable to match his opponent's strength, Zhang Lang's left hand was severed. He knew he was bound to fall here today. Thinking it better to face the end resolutely, Zhang Lang gritted his teeth, his right hand weakening, trembling as he gripped the machete—and then charged toward Hong Kai.
"My God, they are still fighting? Do they not want to live?" the onlookers couldn't help but shiver.
"Heh, they are resolved to die!" another person added.
