Chapter 228 Breaking the Formation

The Blue Feather Kingdom is ambitious and has many desires for the Golden Moon Kingdom. Simply seizing the Blue Feather Kingdom's grain supplies will indeed make them quiet for a while, but it is not enough to make them completely give up on the Golden Moon Kingdom.

To completely resolve the border troubles of the Blue Feather Kingdom, the best approach is to start with the sixth prince, who is the most favored son of the Blue Feather Kingdom's emperor.

Capturing the Sixth Prince means holding the lifeline of the Blue Feather Kingdom's Emperor in one's hands.

Therefore, Wen Zhiming's personal presence on the battlefield was for the sake of the Sixth Prince.

He had originally planned to make his move when the Sixth Prince retreated, but when he saw Leng Tieyi being knocked off the cliff by the Sixth Prince, he didn't have time to think and his body reacted faster than his brain, and he immediately rescued him.

In fact, Leng Tieyi was the commander of the Chixuan Army. His death would be of no benefit to Wen Zhiming, but this old general was someone he respected.

He simply couldn't remain indifferent as he watched a respected person be humiliated and die by a prince from another country.

He has no regrets now that he has saved someone.

It's just moving the plan forward a little; there won't be any major problems.

The Sixth Prince had already witnessed his skills. Although there was no fight, he had only used his whip to save someone in a hurry. Judging from the speed and power, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

He knew that Wen Zhiming definitely didn't come alone, and fighting Wen Zhiming now would be disadvantageous to him regardless of the outcome.

If he wins, Wen Zhiming's army will become his enemy. If he loses, it will damage the morale of the enemy army, and he may even fall into the hands of others.

He didn't want to fight Wen Zhiming, and said with a livid face.

"I am currently unavailable. The King of the Northern Frontier wishes to engage in a duel. We will find another opportunity another day."

Leng Tieyi was slightly disappointed when he heard that Wen Zhiming had no intention of helping the Chixuan Army, but he was still very happy to hear that he wanted to spar with the Sixth Prince.

The sixth prince was extremely arrogant; he wished someone would fall from the sky and teach him a lesson.

Leng Tieyi laughed loudly.

"No time? You probably wouldn't dare. The Sixth Prince didn't say that just now. He said that our Golden Moon Kingdom doesn't have a single capable fighter, and now the King of the Northern Frontier wants to spar with you, but you don't dare to accept the challenge. What a coward!"

Other generals of the Crimson Army echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, if you're scared, you're scared. Don't say you're too busy. If you want to admit defeat, just kneel down and surrender. The King of Northern Frontier should spare your life."

"You just called us trash, but we weren't afraid to fight. You don't even dare to fight, so aren't you even worse than trash?"

The Sixth Prince's face changed color. "What do you know? I have already fought with someone, and the King of Northern Frontier has only just arrived. It would be unfair for me to spar with him now."

What he said makes sense.

He had already fought a fierce battle with Leng Tieyi and was exhausted, on the verge of collapse. Wen Zhiming, however, had not yet fought anyone and was bursting with power, like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.

Leng Tieyi snorted, "Enough with the nonsense. I am nearly sixty years old. Why didn't you complain about the unfairness when you fought me? Besides, your condition doesn't seem like you're lacking in stamina."

"Exactly. If you're not capable enough, you'll just make excuses everywhere. Since you don't dare to fight, you should just tuck your tail between your legs and go back to Blue Feather Kingdom."

Wen Zhiming remained calm as he looked at the Sixth Prince. He didn't need to speak; the soldiers of the Crimson Profound Army would provoke and entangle him on his behalf.

The Sixth Prince could not bear to see the Northern Frontier King and the Crimson Profound Army acting in concert, so he said coldly, "Let them fight, what do I have to fear? But to be fair, my personal guards will fight alongside me."

His personal guards had already surrounded Wen Zhiming the moment he appeared, and upon hearing this, they immediately formed a formation to surround him.

Leng Tieyi was so angry he laughed.

"You're letting the King of Northern Frontier fight eleven against one? Is that fair? No wonder the Blue Feather Kingdom is so prone to breaking promises and being untrustworthy. Even their princes have skin thicker than a city wall!"

The sixth prince showed no shame and raised his voice, "What? The King of the Northern Frontier dares not?"

He knew that Wen Zhiming wouldn't leave easily if he didn't spar with him today, so rather than keep refusing, he decided to accept the challenge in a way that was absolutely safe.

With a ten-person formation and him, I don't believe we can't deal with a Northern Frontier King.

Wen Zhiming's cold eyes flickered slightly. He had just witnessed the formation of these ten people; it was meticulous, solid, and extremely difficult to break.

Even if he were to fight alone, he wouldn't be entirely confident of victory.

However, the war in the northern frontier needs to end as soon as possible. In addition to defeating the Blue Feather Kingdom, the problem of the Crimson Profound Army also needs to be solved.

Right now, it is an excellent opportunity to win people's hearts and show our military strength, which will also greatly help the Tiger Soaring Army in recruiting soldiers on the battlefield today.

Only by letting the Crimson Army know about his martial prowess and character can more people be willing to submit to him.

Wen Zhiming smiled slightly and said firmly.

"I agree."

The Sixth Prince smiled smugly, "The King of Northern Frontier is indeed straightforward!"

Leng Tieyi and the soldiers of the Crimson Profound Army looked worried. They had temporarily forgotten their hostile relationship with the King of the Northern Frontier and all hoped that he could defeat the Sixth Prince.

Wen Zhiming nodded and smiled gently at them, indicating that there was no need to worry. Then he looked at the Sixth Prince and said, "If I win, I will invite the Sixth Prince to my camp as a guest. If the Sixth Prince wins, I will let you do as you please."

"Alright!" The Sixth Prince's lips curled into a wicked smile as he adopted a magnanimous demeanor. "The King of Northern Frontier, make your move."

Once he wins, he will cut off the head of the Northern Frontier King and hang it on his army's command flag. That will terrify those useless fools of the Golden Moon Kingdom!

Wen Zhiming said no more, picked up his long whip and carried his long sword, and leaped towards the Sixth Prince.

Since the two sides did not agree on weapons, Wen Zhiming would certainly not abandon his weapon. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, he did not have much practical combat experience. Moreover, this was his first time encountering a master and a formation, so he had to be extremely cautious.

He did not rush into the center of the formation. This well-trained formation was extremely lethal, and rushing into it would easily result in being killed by the experts at the center and the surrounding area.

Wen Zhiming created chaos along the outer edge of the formation, searching for weaknesses. He quickly found the weakest among them and focused his attack on him, but the others unleashed their killing blows as soon as he made his move. Although Wen Zhiming injured one person, he also sustained two wounds himself.

If we insist on killing this person, he will definitely be seriously injured, and then he will be unable to deal with the remaining ten people.

When this method failed, Wen Zhiming immediately changed his strategy. He took three steps back, brandished his sword, and leaped forward, heading straight for the Sixth Prince at the heart of the formation.

This move is far too dangerous; to disrupt the formation's core before breaking it is undoubtedly a path to certain death.

"don't want!"

The hearts of everyone in the Crimson Profound Army were in their throats, thinking that Wen Zhiming had made a mistake in his haste due to the prolonged attack, and would inevitably be pierced through the heart of the formation by the combined forces of the inner and outer ranks.

Leng Tieyi even stepped forward, wishing he could pull the person back.

The Sixth Prince and his personal guards were overjoyed. They quickly adjusted their formation and set up an inescapable trap, waiting for Wen Zhiming to enter the center of the formation so that he would never return, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Zhiming reached the entrance of the formation, suddenly flipped in mid-air, tilted his long sword, and plunged it straight into the abdomen of one of the people. After succeeding, he quickly withdrew and retreated steadily outside the formation.

The man's abdomen ruptured and intestines spilled out; he rolled on the ground, groaning in agony.

The formation is broken!