Chapter 239: Clash [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were preparing to attack Xiaocheng and were mentally prepared to fight Gongxi Chou, but they never expected that the other side had the same intention. The two sides were about to collide without any warning!

Alliance Leader Wu Xian glanced around, taking in the changing expressions on everyone's faces. He knew that a hastily assembled force would be difficult to lead, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult. The battle hadn't even officially begun, and morale was already wavering. Seeing this, the scholar in the black robe deliberately coughed.

At this moment, a military officer rode out of the ranks.

The man laughed loudly, "What 'Gongxi Chou' and 'Mu Dong En'? This humble general is willing to twist off that man's head and greatly boost the morale of our army!"

This martial arts master possesses an impressive aura.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that he was one of the six valiant generals under the alliance leader Wu Xian, over thirty years old, in the prime of his life.

This man was as burly as a small mountain, with a leopard's head, ape's arms, a tiger's back, and a bear's waist. He was over two meters tall, and his muscles were bulging and firm, more like a giant rock!

Despite his muscular build, which makes it seem like he struggles to even breathe, he is a rare all-around athlete who possesses both strength and speed.

His breathing was deep and even as he walked, his steps light and graceful, his presence eerily subtle; if he didn't make a sound, few would notice him. Even more terrifying than him was the warhorse he rode!

Unlike the lithe physique of ordinary warhorses, his warhorse was even more rugged than his painting style, with thick hooves and strong muscles, making ordinary warhorses look particularly small next to it.

Shen Tang looked at the warhorse with obvious longing.

Looking at the size of the military general, I was filled with envy.

When will she be able to have such a physique?

Glancing down at the lone white mule-motorcycle among the hordes of warhorses, Shen Tang secretly anticipated—once her martial prowess was fully developed, she would surely have a magnificent warhorse, standing 1.67 meters tall. Clad in horse armor, she would gallop through the dust, moving swiftly like the wind!

Gu Chi: "..."

He glanced at the flashy mule out of the corner of his eye—

Since the scholar Wenxin didn't have a horse, Shen Tang used Motuo, a mule, as a substitute. She even made a barely-fitting set of horse armor for Motuo, combed its mane neatly, and braided it into cute flower braids. With the addition of Motuo's own reins and a clear bell, this look made Motuo stand out among the other horses.

A crane standing out from the crowd...

No, it's more like a "mule" standing among a "horse" herd!

He also had an inexplicable premonition.

It seems that Shen Lang's wish will not be fulfilled so smoothly.

On one side, Qi Shan and Shen Tang whispered to each other.

"That brave warrior's surname is Zhao, given name Feng, courtesy name Dayi, one of the valiant generals under Alliance Leader Wu Xian. It is said that among those six valiant generals, even the weakest one is a tenth-rank Left Vice Minister. Zhao Feng once single-handedly tore apart a hundred bandits, he is also a formidable and ruthless character."

Shen Tang also lowered her voice and asked him (gossip).

How do you know so much?

Praying for good is a bit too much of a dedication.

All of this information has been found out.

Unexpectedly, Qi Shan said, "This Zhao Feng was an elite soldier carefully cultivated by a former lord. Back then, he already possessed the strength of an eleventh-rank Right Vice Minister. I wonder if he has broken through to the next level..."

Shen Tang: "..."

If that's the case—Zhao Feng must have joined Wu Xian along with the scholar in black robes? Good heavens, Qi Shan has enemies everywhere!

Shen Tang teased him, "A martial arts master with the courage of at least an eleventh-rank Right Vice Minister as your enemy, Yuan Liang isn't afraid at all?"

Qi Shan: "That previous lord was a scoundrel behind the scenes."

Shen Tang asked, "So?"

Qi Shan said slowly, "I am indirectly avenging Zhao Feng."

From a standpoint of perspective, they are not enemies.

"If Zhao Feng were to seek revenge against me..." Qi Shan's tone turned smug, "My lord is so brave that even the likes of Zhao Feng cannot get close to him."

Shen Tang: "..."

Damn it!

Listen to this!

Other people's strategists are all kind and understanding, like little angels, but her strategists are all trying to layer debuffs on her and kill her? Shen Tang is disappointed with this malicious world.

Doesn't she deserve a normal, harmless strategist?

Shen Tang said quietly, "Is this appropriate?"

Qi Shan said, "The spirit of literature will never die, and the courage of martial arts will never be extinguished."

So is there something wrong with what he said?

There's nothing wrong with it.

Shen Tang: "……(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

Does anyone still remember that she was also a scholar with a literary mind?

She now envies not only other people's horses, but also their literary talents and martial prowess. Throughout history, it's hard to find a lord more humble than her.

Shen Tang silently ate her lemon.

It's sour and pungent.

Seeing his general step forward, Alliance Leader Wu Xian said with satisfaction, "Your righteousness and bravery are commendable; we shall give you a try. I wish you great success in your military endeavors!"

Zhao Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, focused his energy in his dantian, and his voice instantly spread throughout the army, resounding powerfully: "We will surely return in triumph!"

After speaking, he opened his right hand.

A crimson light flashed, transforming into a bronze mace.

This bronze mace is no ordinary weapon. It reeks of blood and has four edges. The mace itself is engraved with ferocious demonic patterns, and the handle has sharp spikes that resemble claws. It is four feet two inches long and weighs about 120 pounds. Even from a distance, one can feel its menacing aura.

Zhao Feng shouted, "I'm leaving!"

Having said that, he neighed as his warhorse charged out of the battle, wielding his bronze mace.

Despite its seemingly frail appearance, this warhorse ran with incredible speed, leaving a trail of crimson afterimages. The soldiers beat their drums, but in the next instant, an enemy soldier charged out from the other side.

Zhao Feng shouted, "Good! You've come at the perfect time! Prepare to die!"

"You scoundrel, stop your arrogance!"

The general who emerged was not Gong Xichou.

Gongxi Chou himself remained seated on horseback, watching the battle.

The subordinate officers and lieutenants looked worried. Just by looking at the aura of martial prowess emanating from the warrior, they knew he was no ordinary person. After all, this was their first battle, and one they had encountered unexpectedly. The army's morale hadn't been adjusted yet, and a loss would have a significant impact on morale.

I never expected that the strongest person in the huge Xiaocheng was only Commandant Yang, and that the rabble who came to join in the fun would have such a good fighter.

"Young General, the thief seems difficult to deal with."

Gong Xiqiu said calmly, "Really? I don't think so."

Subordinate: "..."

Whether it's tricky or not depends on who you're comparing it to.

Compared to their own young general, they were indeed here to deliver military merits.

As they spoke, a series of explosions came from the distance ahead. It turned out that two people were charging forward, and two equally violent martial energies collided, the dust rising up obscuring their figures. Only the dense flashes of martial energy indicated the intensity of the battle.

On the Allied side, some people watched for a while.

He asked, "Is this Gongxi Chou?"

Another person said, "His great reputation is hard to live up to."

Shen Tang almost rolled her eyes when she heard this.

With morale low and the team disorganized, it's difficult to lead.

But if the average IQ is too low, they still can't be developed.

If Gong Xichou only has this much strength, the rebels are no match for him!

After several rounds of fighting, Zhao Feng had warmed up enough and became excited: "State your name, I do not kill nameless people!"

"Of course it's your grandfather!"

"You scoundrel, you're asking for death!"

The iron mace in his hand was very heavy; an ordinary person couldn't even lift it, but in his hands it was as light as a feather.

Each strike is more powerful than the last! This is his unique skill; every strike accumulates a portion of his martial energy!

The final blow could even penetrate a city wall several meters thick!

Unstoppable!

(End of this chapter)