Chapter 380: Chapter 148: Innate Martial Artist! Spiritual Energy Infusion, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_4
Time had come to noon on the second day.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Within Sunset Fortress, the sound of the bell ringing startled everyone.
“Hmm? Are the Ferocious Wolf Clan initiating an attack on us?”
This bell sound surprised the entire Dafeng Iron Cavalry.
For during this time, it was Dafeng Iron Cavalry who held the advantage, possessing the initiative—it should have been they who launched an offensive against the Black Wolf Army!
But without hesitation, all began to assemble, preparing for the confrontation.
“The Black Wolf Army is taking the initiative to attack?” Su Changkong received this news and was also somewhat surprised.
Dressed as Hong Zhenxiang, Su Changkong arrived with Di Hen at the command center, where he met Pei Yang.
Pei Yang had a tinge of joy and relief on his face as he said, “It seems the Ferocious Wolf Clan can no longer withstand the pressure and is preparing for one final battle. Mr. Su, I need your help one last time!”
If this continued, the Black Wolf Army would suffer more and more casualties. It might be better to fight one last battle—if victorious, all would be well, and if defeated, they could put an end to this bloody conflict.
“Still, it’s better to be cautious,” Su Changkong thought silently to himself, knowing that one must be even more careful when approaching success and resolution.
Su Changkong didn’t delay, donned in the star-patterned golden armor, wielding the Monster Wailing Blade, and carrying the Star Pattern Gold Strong Bow, he headed outside the fortress.
“Commander Hong! It’s Commander Hong!”
Upon seeing Su Changkong, the members of the Dafeng Iron Cavalry were extremely excited, their morale soaring.
They believed that with the leadership of Hong Zhenxiang, they could win this great battle with an irresistible force, end the bloodshed, and return in triumph!
The Dafeng Iron Cavalry gathered outside the fortress in formation, led by the Four Great Generals.
Su Changkong sensed the aura wafting in from the wind, carrying the Black Wolf Army’s will to fight. These soldiers of the Black Wolf Army were the elite of the Ferocious Wolf Clan. Despite enduring consecutive battles and their morale waning, they had yet to disintegrate into disorder.
And this proactive offense was their elite in full force!
“Follow me and charge!”
The assembly complete, Su Changkong glanced at the sky and let out a roar that echoed through the heavens.
“Charge!”
“Charge!”
With nearly half of its manpower assembled, nearly two hundred thousand Iron Riders let out a thunderous roar, charging towards the center of Sunset Plains.
From a distance of twenty li, Su Changkong saw the battlefield forming in the distance, the endless ranks of the Black Wolf Army, and also spotted the flapping Ferocious Wolf War Flag among them!
“Kill!”
As they neared the Black Wolf Army, Su Changkong leaped from his horseback and fearlessly charged against them.
“Commander Hong is out to capture flags and slay generals again!”
Seeing this scene, many soldiers of the Dafeng Iron Cavalry were stirred.
With the Monster Wailing Blade in hand, Su Changkong sliced through all obstacles in his path like a sharp knife. Despite the desperate blockades and resistance from the Black Wolf Army, it was to no avail.
The soldiers from both sides engaged in close-quarter combat, and a massive battle erupted, dooming this plain to be repeatedly soaked and stained with blood!
“Hmm?”
Su Changkong’s charge was going smoothly, with no one able to halt his stride, but suddenly, he came to a stop.
“Hong Zhenxiang!”
A voice as authoritative as that of a Heavenly God thundered overhead, causing the nearby Black Wolf Army to cease their assault, surrounding Su Changkong without attacking.
The crowd seemed to be pushed back by an invisible force, clearing a way unconsciously, as a burly man towering like a small giant, holding an axe, strode forward with a leisurely grace.
The burly man’s muscles bulged, his hair wild and disheveled. He wore no armor, only simple, thin garments, yet he emanated an intimidating presence that made onlookers’ hearts palpitate.
Confronting this burly man, Su Changkong’s heartbeat quickened involuntarily. This was a sensation he had only experienced when he first encountered the Demon Monster Feng Mo, as if this man before him was a higher being, instinctively inspiring dread!
Su Changkong immediately focused his spirit, and the world in his eyes changed. The bodies of many figures shimmered with flowing spiritual energy, differing only in strength.
Upon seeing the burly man, Su Changkong’s pupils constricted, because the spiritual energy swirling around this man was like a vast vortex!
While the other barbarian elites were like fireflies, the spiritual energy flowing around him was like a massive furnace, a vortex that firmly overshadowed everyone else around him.
Powerful, unconquerable! As if heavier than mountains!
“An Innate Martial Artist!”
Su Changkong was shocked beyond measure—this was certainly not the gathering of spiritual energy that a Qi-Blood Realm Martial Artist could command. There was only one possibility: this burly man was an Innate Martial Artist!
But hadn’t there been an agreement? Innate Martial Artists wouldn’t enter the fray, for it would only escalate the conflict and lead to greater losses on both sides!
In previous bloodbaths, including the one Hong Zhenxiang had participated in, which had higher casualties than this one, Innate Martial Artists had refrained from fighting. And now an Innate Martial Artist had appeared on the battlefield, seeking him out?
“Who are you?”
Su Changkong stared intently at the burly man, asking sternly with heightened vigilance.
“My name is Chikhatu.” The burly man carrying the giant axe, faced with Su Changkong’s question, gave his name.
While Su Changkong had never heard the name before, he responded coldly, “For you, an Innate Martial Artist, to participate in this bloodshed… are you intending to break the rules agreed upon by both sides?”
With Chikhatu, an Innate Martial Artist entering the bloodbath, he was breaking the tacit understanding and rules between the two sides, bound to face punishment from the Ferocious Wolf Clan!
“Hmm? You can see that?” Chikhatu, the burly man, was somewhat surprised by Su Changkong’s remark. How had Su Changkong recognized him as an Innate Martial Artist at a glance? How had he done it?