A legend came to Zu'an's mind: After Qin Shi Huang unified the world, he collected all the weapons in the world, gathered them in Xianyang, melted them down to make twelve bronze bells and statues, each weighing a thousand stones, and placed them in the palace.
In ancient China, gold and bronze were often interchangeable; a "golden man" was essentially a bronze man. Also, "a thousand shi" was probably a figurative expression; these guys in front of us must weigh at least tens of tons.
"Watch out!" Seeing the giant bronze figures charging towards them, Zu An was still in a daze. Qiao Xueying quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him aside.
With a loud bang, the spot where the two had just been standing was stomped on by the giant bronze figure at the front, sending stone chips flying everywhere. When it moved its foot away, it left a huge footprint in the place. If it had been compacted just now, regardless of whether he was a third-rank or fifth-rank, he would definitely be a pile of meat patties by now.
"You owe me another life." Qiao Xueying snorted at Zu An.
“That doesn’t count. I could have avoided it even if you hadn’t pulled me,” Zuan retorted.
"You shameless bastard!" Qiao Xueying couldn't help but curse.
However, another bronze figure rushed over, and she didn't have time to say anything more. The two of them had to dodge.
These bronze figures gleamed with gold, their narrow eyes exuding an inexplicable majesty, and strange patterns on their foreheads that seemed to bear the numbers one through twelve.
Zu An wondered if these bronze figures were named Bronze Man One, Bronze Man Two... Bronze Man Twelve?
They've become just like those guys from the Plum Blossom Gang.
As he pondered this, he quickly rushed to the back of the nearest bronze figure. These bronze figures were so large that they were not as agile as the others when it came to turning around or moving around.
Facing the bronze statue's five-zhang-tall body, Zu An's figure appeared so small, but he was not afraid at all. He channeled all his Yuan Power and slammed it into the statue's ankle.
Since these bronze figures retain a human form and are so enormous, their ankles must be their weak points.
I'll strike with all my might. Even if I don't break its leg, I can at least twist it. When its legs can't support its weight, it'll fall to the ground and won't be a threat anymore.
The idea is grand, but the reality is stark.
His all-out kick felt like hitting a massive granite block; the bronze figure remained completely still, without even a scratch on his ankle. However, the force of the counterattack sent excruciating pain through his foot, as if it were about to break.
Then he remembered a joke he'd seen in his past life: An ant saw an elephant on the road. The ant burrowed into the ground, leaving only one leg sticking out. A little rabbit saw this and asked, puzzled, "Why are you leaving your leg out?" The ant replied, "Shh! Don't make a sound, I'm going to trip that bastard!"
Zuan now felt like an overconfident ant, actually thinking he could trip over this giant bronze man with his foot.
The giant bronze figure was clearly provoked by his actions and raised its foot to kick him.
Zuan lightly touched the ground with his toes and hurriedly dodged to the side. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind him. He quickly used the Sunflower Illusion to move several meters horizontally in mid-air.
A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, and another bronze figure swung a large sword several meters long, slashing at the spot where he had just stood, the sword scraping against the stone slabs of the ground and creating dazzling sparks.
Zuan swallowed hard. He had noticed from the beginning that these people had a long sword hanging from their waists. It looked like it was just for decoration, but he didn't expect that it could actually be drawn.
It was called a sword, but the blade was much wider than his body, making it look more like he was wielding a huge door panel.
"What should we do? These bronze men are impervious to swords and spears. My sword is broken." Qiao Xueying dodged the attacks of several other bronze men and came behind him. The two stood back to back, panting heavily with their chests heaving. Clearly, she had just been in grave danger as well.
Zuan noticed the broken sword in her hand and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe they're really invulnerable!"
With that, he summoned the Death Dagger and his figure transformed into a blur as he charged toward the bronze figures.
Fists and kicks can't hurt you, ordinary swords and knives can't hurt you, I don't believe even a deadly dagger can't hurt you!
Although these bronze figures don't look like living beings, and most of their sure-death skills are useless, the sure-death dagger still has the ability to cut through iron like mud, so breaking through their defenses shouldn't be a problem.
In Qiao Xueying's vision, it seemed as if several Zu Ans had appeared at the same time. She knew that it was because the other party was too fast and had a strange movement technique that caused this visual illusion. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, no wonder this guy was only a 3rd rank, but so many of us couldn't kill him before.
Zuan unleashed the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique" to its fullest extent, his figure flashing to appear beneath the bronze man's feet each time, his dagger stabbing out with lightning speed, slicing off a large patch of "flesh and skin" from the bronze man's heel.
He's really going to take on these guys; he's determined to take them down!
Aww~
The bronze figures howled, startling Qiao Xueying who was standing nearby. Could these guys even feel pain?
The bronze figures swung their longswords and slashed at Zu An relentlessly. Although their movements were slow, the large area of their swords, combined with their long arms and legs, made their attacks land like a storm. Even with Zu An's agile movements, he was almost hit by the swords.
In addition, these bronze figures would occasionally use their hands and feet to chase and attack Zu'an as if swatting flies, causing shockwaves and impacts on the earth that made his breath surge violently.
However, Zuan couldn't care less about that. Instead, he stared in astonishment at the 12 bronze figures. He had just successfully cut off large sections of "flesh and skin" from the Achilles tendons of these bronze figures' heels, so why were these guys still acting as if nothing had happened?
"Look, their wounds are healing on their own!" Qiao Xueying exclaimed, pointing to the feet of the bronze figures.
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