Chapter 376: Chapter 147: Sunset Blood Battle! Galloping Freely!_4
But all of them were Martial Artists, their actual mobility was hardly slower than the Cavalry.
Facing the charge of the Dafeng Iron Cavalry, these warriors of the Black Wolf Army all raised their heavy shields to form a shield wall. On the surface of these shields were cone-shaped spikes, providing both offense and defense, specially designed to counter the Dafeng Iron Cavalry.
“Kill!”
When Su Changkong was a few yards from the shield wall, he squeezed his horse’s flanks and leaped from the saddle, pouncing straight at the thick shield wall like a ferocious tiger.
“Boom!”
Su Changkong’s body slammed into the shield wall, causing the struck shields to cave in, and several Black Wolf Army soldiers holding the shields were sent flying with broken bones and torn sinews.
“Is it Hong Zhenxiang? Kill him!”
A series of explosive shouts rang out nearby, as someone recognized the man in the Star Pattern Golden Armor to be ‘Hong Zhenxiang.’ Instantly, several weapons hacked down towards Su Changkong in a flurry of killing blows.
But Su Changkong couldn’t even be bothered to dodge.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
These weapons chopped against Su Changkong’s Star-patterned golden armor, ringing out with a crisp metallic clash, yet they couldn’t leave even a scratch on it.
This set of Star-patterned golden armor, the only one in all of Dafeng State City, was only lent to him by Pei Yang. Its defensive power was nearly unbreakable!
“Swoosh!”
A cold gleam burst from Su Changkong’s waist as the Monster Wailing Blade unsheathed, tracing a sinister dark red arc. All the Black Wolf Army soldiers within a yard of Su Changkong were torn apart as if made of paper, heads flew, and blood spurted!
“Kill!”
A killing and battle-ready cry erupted from Su Changkong’s throat as he charged forward towards a large cluster of the Black Wolf Army, where the Ferocious Wolf War Flag was fluttering!
In battle between two armies, the war flag was extremely important. As long as the flag stood, it could inspire morale and command battles. If the war flag was captured, it indicated a huge disadvantage, likened to having a commander beheaded!
Therefore, attacking the formation and capturing the flag was what Su Changkong was meant to do!
But capturing their war flag amidst nearly a hundred thousand Black Wolf Army soldiers was not an easy task.
“Kill him!”
The Black Wolf Army soldiers along the way, invigorated by the battle horns, each became frenzied, their eyes bloodshot, fearlessly facing death and their combat power surged. A massive tide of Black Wolf Army soldiers surged forth, surrounding and pressing in to grind Su Changkong into pieces!
“Swoosh!”
Su Changkong swung the Monster Wailing Blade in his hand, its chilling blade light unstoppable. A succession of tearing sounds merged into one as large numbers of Black Wolf Army soldiers couldn’t even react before they were either beheaded or sliced across the chest. Blood splattered on Su Changkong’s armor, painting gruesome patterns on the originally magnificent Star-patterned golden armor.
“Whimper, whimper, whimper!”
The Monster Wailing Blade, excited by the enemy’s blood, let out an exhilarated whine, sounding like both laughter and weeping, a devilish tune captivating the ear, stirring up gusts of demonic wind.
This Monster Wailing Blade, forged from the core of a Demon Monster, was personally crafted by Su Changkong. It was incredibly haunting; as Su Changkong slaughtered his enemies, it subtly conveyed a power that nourished Su Changkong, fueling his spirit further, as if he knew no fatigue!
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Su Changkong advanced steadily through the iron torrent, his Monster Wailing Blade drawing blade lights a dozen yards long, slicing through the obstructing Black Wolf Army soldiers like they were straw, unable to stop Su Changkong’s advance even by the thousands.
“Swish!”
An arrow, carrying tremendous force, shot fiercely towards him. Su Changkong just slapped it with his palm, deflecting the arrow and sending it flying away.
The Black Wolf Army soldiers attacking Su Changkong around him halted, then dispersed to the sides, clearing a path.
A man wearing heavy armor, his face also covered by armor, stepped forward. He was carrying a huge Wolf Fang Club made entirely of metal, studded with barbs, easily weighing several hundred pounds, yet in his hands as if it were weightless.
The armored man exuded an overpowering aura, staring at Su Changkong from afar, his voice heavy as the clash of armored riders, “You are Hong Zhenxiang? I am Ke Rong, a great warrior conferred by the Ferocious Wolf King Court.”
“Is this the great warrior of the Ferocious Wolf Clan?”
Su Changkong sensed the hidden yet fierce Qi and Blood within the self-proclaimed Ke Rong, a powerful martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of the Qi-Blood Twelve Transformation. Only someone at the top of the Qi-Blood Realm could have the qualifications to be hailed as a great warrior.
“It is me,” Su Changkong replied coldly.
“Very well, your head will be a prized trophy in my collection! That is, if your head isn’t smashed to pieces by me!”
A fierce smile crept across the mouth of the great warrior Ke Rong beneath his helmet.
This battle, for Ke Rong, was aimed squarely at Hong Zhenxiang!
If he could slay Hong Zhenxiang, he would be able to severely demoralize the Dafeng Iron Cavalry and gain a significant advantage in this blood battle. A great feat like this might even earn him a selection by the Ferocious Wolf King Court to be granted Innate Qi!
“Ke Rong the great warrior! Ke Rong the great warrior!”
The soldiers of the Black Wolf Army around him began to chant and shout praises, boosting the morale of Ke Rong.
Ke Rong, who had become a great warrior among the fiercely competitive Ferocious Wolf Clan, wasn’t someone weak!
“Kill!”
With no further wasted words, Ke Rong let out a roar. Qi-Blood Furnace flames atop his head surged, and the several-hundred-tael Wolf Fang Club in his hand, heavy as a mountain, swept horizontally towards Su Changkong.
Whoosh!
The strike whipped up a fierce wind, lifting dust and sand off the ground, roaring like a tornado.
Indeed, Ke Rong was exceptional; unrivaled in the Qi-Blood Realm, even if he truly faced the former Hong Zhenxiang, the outcome would be unpredictable. But Su Changkong was not Hong Zhenxiang!
“Tsk!”
Su Changkong did not dodge or evade. In the moment a light breeze blew, he delivered a slash. This slice fell naturally, bearing the force of heaven and earth within the blade, transforming into a Blade Force that seemed so ordinary, yet could break through even walls of steel!
“Clang!”
The Monster Wailing Blade met the heavy Wolf Fang Club, and the loud clashing sound of metal burst forth, echoing immortally and even drowning out the battle cries within a mile or two.
“What?”
In that instant of collision, Ke Rong’s brow furrowed, feeling an unbearably strong force from the slash; against such overwhelming power, even the strongest man would turn to dust!
Ke Rong’s arms throbbed with pain, cracks appearing in his very bones. Had it not been for his fine steel-made Wolf Fang Club, it would’ve likely shattered in an instant.
“Thump thump thump!”
Despite that, the formidable Blade Force still forced Ke Rong to stagger back three steps, his arms numbing.
“This Hong Zhenxiang… his Blade Technique is so sharp?” Ke Rong thought in shock and suspicion. According to the intelligence he had received, Hong Zhenxiang was skilled in fist techniques, and thus Ke Rong believed his proficiency with heavy weapons would counter Hong Zhenxiang’s style.
But this Hong Zhenxiang was skilled in Blade Technique? And to such a terrifying degree—was it possible that this was a new technique learned over the years? It was not impossible, considering it had been over a decade since the last blood battle, and Hong Zhenxiang would not have stagnated.
Ignoring the soreness and pain spreading from his arms, throbbing veins popped on Ke Rong’s forehead, clearly aware this was a fight to the death, with no room for retreat or reservation.
“Whale Killing Stick Technique!”
Ke Rong roared, his Qi and Blood erupting, the emitted blood light almost rendering his thick Battle Armor transparent. The flames in the Qi-Blood Furnace atop his head blazed in a blood-red hue. His arms, grips tightening on the Wolf Fang Club’s handle, swelled under the armor, straining the snug fit as he mustered all his strength in a furious downward slam.
Boom!
This strike was like divine might, capable of killing an elephant or a whale in a single, crushing blow!