Zhao Feng arrived just in time. As soon as he teleported over, he saw his two enemies, One-Eyed Dragon and his adjutant. Without saying a word, he swept his sword and took down One-Eyed Dragon, who was in front of him.
Seeing his brother die on the spot, the adjutant was enraged. He, who was usually rational and calm, lost his temper and, despite his already exhausted body, once again unleashed a burst of energy, this time directed at Zhao Feng, intending to crush him to death with the energy wave.
Zhao Feng spotted the air wall ahead, but showed no fear. He charged straight at it, crashing headfirst into the air wall and destroying it.
Because Zhao Feng's Golden Essence Stone Heavy Armor completely concealed his face, the adjutant did not recognize the newcomer's identity and did not expect him to be so fierce that he could even break through his skills.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Zhao Feng had already reached the adjutant, and with a swift axe, the adjutant was decapitated.
The cavalry had already charged in front of the Dragon Tiger Alliance members. They first fired a volley of muskets, instantly taking down four or five members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance. The remaining members panicked and scattered, disregarding their formation, trying to find cover to take refuge.
Seeing that the enemy was a rabble, Zhang Yiling led his team to continue the charge, brandishing his long sword and slashing at Tiger, who was in the lead.
Amidst the flashing blades, Zhang Yiling's longsword sliced through the rain like lightning, aimed directly at Tiger. Tiger, as the leader of the Dragon-Tiger Alliance, was no ordinary man. He reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and narrowly avoiding the attack.
Tiger was secretly alarmed. He hadn't expected his opponent to be so strong. It seemed this battle wouldn't be easy.
Tiger roared and leaped into the air, his longsword flashing in a relentless barrage as he clashed with Zhang Yiling. The two exchanged blows, their blades gleaming, each clash accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, a spectacle that kept the onlookers breathless.
Using the momentum of his warhorse, Zhang Yiling was powerful and heavy. Even though Tiger Brother had a higher level and attributes, he couldn't distinguish himself from him in a short time.
Meanwhile, the cavalry engaged in fierce combat with members of the Dragon-Tiger Alliance. The roar of muskets resounded through the sky, and bullets rained down like dense raindrops. The cavalry split into two groups, charging from both sides in turns. After several rounds, members of the Dragon-Tiger Alliance were constantly hit and fell to the ground.
However, the members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance were no pushovers. After overcoming their initial panic, they quickly recovered. Among them were many skilled melee fighters who drew their short swords, spears, and other weapons, engaging the cavalry in hand-to-hand combat. The fat man, in particular, seemed to be a high-level mage; his water arrows were swift and accurate, managing to knock several cavalrymen off their horses.
On the battlefield, the two sides fought fiercely, locked in a close battle. While the cavalry were well-equipped, their overall attributes were inferior; and although the members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance were all survivors with superior attributes and skills, their equipment varied greatly, and they lacked unified command and tactical coordination. Therefore, the battle remained deadlocked for a time.
After dealing with the one-eyed man and his adjutant, Zhao Feng didn't rest but quickly joined the battle. Clad in heavy armor made of golden essence stone and wielding a giant axe, he charged across the battlefield like a war god. Wherever he went, members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance retreated, none daring to confront him head-on.
Zhao Feng swung his axe, creating a sharp gust of wind, cleaving a Dragon Tiger Alliance member in two. His eyes were cold as he fearlessly charged into the battlefield between Tiger Brother and Zhang Yiling.
"You little brat, your death is near!" Zhao Feng roared, seemingly enraged for no apparent reason, as he swung his giant axe straight at Tiger Brother.
Tiger felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed Zhao Feng's imposing aura. Knowing he couldn't fight alone, he roared, "Brothers, let's attack together and kill them!"
Upon hearing this, the members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance charged forward, attempting to overwhelm the enemy with their numbers. However, Zhao Feng did not flinch in the face of the advancing group; he swung his axe and charged forward himself.
The battle intensified, the shouts and clashes of weapons mingling together to create a fierce battle hymn. In the rain, blood splattered everywhere; life and death hung in the balance.
Just then, taking advantage of Zhao Feng's distraction, Zhang Yiling found Tiger's weakness, pulled out his musket and fired at close range, the bullet hitting Tiger's shoulder.
Tiger let out a scream, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. However, he was a ruthless character after all. He endured the pain and threw a flying knife at Zhang Yiling.
Zhang Yiling was agile and dodged the attack by turning to the side. Unexpectedly, Fatty and Tiger Brother coordinated their attack, and a water arrow silently arrived under the cover of the rain, hitting Zhang Yiling in the chest and knocking him off his horse.
Seeing that the enemy still had skilled fighters, Zhao Feng, fearing for the safety of his precious cavalry, launched a frenzied and relentless attack on Tiger. Tiger was forced to retreat, a look of despair on his face.
With the enhancement of his talent and armor, Zhao Feng displayed astonishing combat prowess. Wielding a giant axe, he slashed left and right, slaughtering the members of the Dragon Tiger Alliance. His Golden Essence Stone Heavy Armor acted like an invincible shield, playing a crucial role in the battle and withstanding countless attacks.
Finally, under the combined attack of Zhao Feng and his cavalry, the Dragon-Tiger Alliance forces dwindled in number. Tiger looked around and realized that his men were almost all gone, while Zhao Feng and his cavalry's offensive grew increasingly fierce. He knew that if this continued, he would likely face certain death. His small eyes darted around frequently, trying to find a way out.
"Damn it, you're lucky today!" Tiger roared, suddenly turning around to try and escape in the chaos. However, Zhao Feng wouldn't give him that chance. He flashed forward and blocked Tiger's path, his giant axe held horizontally in front of his chest.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Zhao Feng sneered, swinging his giant axe with a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight for Tiger's head.
Tiger was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to defend himself. However, his strength was far inferior to Zhao Feng's. With a "crack," Tiger's long sword was cleaved in two by the giant axe, and the axe continued its momentum, hacking towards Tiger's head.
"Tiger King transforms into its beast form!"
Tiger let out an urgent shout, activating his skill. His body suddenly sprang up, his face became incredibly ferocious, he lowered his body, put all four feet on the ground, and long, colorful fur grew on his body, bursting through his clothes, and finally transformed into a giant tiger.
Zhao Feng was already used to these strange sights. His giant axe flashed like lightning, striking the tiger's back. In an instant, blood gushed out, staining the rain curtain red.
After Tiger transformed, he seemed to receive a buff, his head and arms as strong as copper and iron, and he took a blow from Zhao Feng's axe without dying on the spot, only suffering some superficial injuries.
At this moment, spurred by his injuries, he became even more violent, slapping Zhao Feng with his claw and sending him flying.
Zhao Feng quickly got up, coughed loudly a few times, and then caught his breath.
"Damn, this tiger is incredibly strong!"
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