In an instant, dust billowed across the battlefield, the thick fog obscuring half the sky. The battle cries were like rolling thunder, making the surrounding soldiers' eardrums ache and almost causing them to lose their hearing.
Seeing his relentless, storm-like attacks repeatedly miss their mark, the General of the Cavalry felt a surge of anger and pride. He roared, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.
With legs clamping down on the horse's belly like iron pincers, the warhorse, as if sensing something, let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves high, and used the momentum to leap high into the air.
Taking advantage of the momentum of his horse, the General of the Flying Cavalry descended like a god, and unleashed a powerful move called "Mount Tai Pressing Down" from his superior position.
The spear, gleaming with a chilling light under the sunlight, carried immense power, like a silver lightning bolt, piercing straight into the underworld.
Youming's expression darkened, but he remained calm and composed, a disdainful sneer even appearing on his lips. He lightly touched the stirrups with his toes, and his entire body leaned back like a leaf in the wind, light and fluid, almost parallel to the horse's body.
The deadly spear whistled past his nose, the force of the wind stinging his face. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, Youming sprang back to his upright position, effortlessly swinging his sword in a backhand motion.
The long sword flashed through the air in a chilling arc, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it slashed towards the general's leg.
The cavalry general reacted swiftly, using his spear to parry. A deafening clang rang out, like the tolling of a great bell. Sparks flew, resembling fireworks bursting forth—brilliant yet dangerous.
After several rounds, the two sides were evenly matched, like weights on both sides of a scale, neither able to gain even the slightest obvious advantage.
The General of the Cavalry was secretly amazed. He never expected that the seemingly young and inexperienced Youming would possess such superb and unparalleled martial arts skills.
Youming also abandoned his initial disdain and arrogance, his eyes now showing a hint of seriousness and apprehension. He knew that to win this life-or-death struggle, he had to use his trump card.
Suddenly, Youming pulled on the reins, and the warhorse, seemingly possessed by a spirit, immediately spun around in place, the dust kicked up by its hooves forming a small sandstorm around him.
Youming muttered incantations in a low, mysterious voice, as if communicating with demons from hell. A strange black light slowly emanated from his body, initially flickering like a candle flame in the dark.
Then it grew even denser, like ink being poured out, enveloping his entire body. The surrounding air seemed to be wantonly kneaded and distorted by an invisible hand.
Visible whirlpools formed, emitting a chilling howl. In the distance, the dried-up riverbed wailed in the gale, as if lamenting the even more brutal battle to come.
The General of the Cavalry felt a chill run down his spine, but as a seasoned warrior, he was not easily frightened by such an unusual phenomenon.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear and unease in his heart, and focused intently on Youming's every move, like a cheetah eyeing its prey, not missing a single subtle change.
He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, the tip pointing slightly downwards towards the ground. His legs were slightly bent, his center of gravity lowered, and his entire being was focused to the extreme, ready to face the even fiercer and more deadly attack from the Netherworld.
The black light surrounding Youming grew stronger, as if a thick layer of ink mist tightly enveloped his body. He suddenly spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed loudly, charging towards the General of the Cavalry like an arrow released from a bow.
The horse's hooves kicked up large sprays of water and mud, which splattered all around. At the same time, he raised his long sword high, and the powerful force distorted the surrounding air, emitting a shrill "whoosh" as if it wanted to split the heavens and the earth apart.
The General of the Flying Cavalry, with a resolute and fearless gaze, sat steadily on his horse. Facing the attack from the Netherworld, he roared, his voice echoing across the wilderness, and thrust his spear forward in the process.
At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The heavy clouds seemed unable to bear the weight, and large raindrops poured down, hitting their armor and splashing up layers of water, which then flowed down the gaps in the armor.
The spear tip and the longsword collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, like a great bell tolling between heaven and earth. The sound startled the surrounding birds, causing them to take flight.
The distant woods rustled and the fallen leaves danced wildly in the wind and rain. Golden and black light intertwined and collided, shooting out dazzling sparks, like the sun and night clashing at this moment.
Both men's warhorses were thrown back several steps by the powerful impact, their hooves leaving deep craters in the rain-soaked mud, splashing mud and water everywhere.
But they did not pause for a moment, and immediately resumed their battle. The Netherworld's longsword attacked the General of the Cavalry like a storm, each strike carrying a tricky angle and deadly force, leaving streaks of cold light in the wind and rain.
The General of the Cavalry skillfully parried with his spear, which moved like a nimble dragon in his hands, defusing Youming's attacks with thrusts and parries.
Rainwater flowed down the gun barrels and blades, dripping onto the muddy ground and splashing up murky droplets.
As the battle raged on, the river beside the battlefield swelled rapidly due to the influx of rainwater, its current swift and roaring as it surged into the distance.
Broken logs and debris floating in the river were swept away quickly by the surging current. The water on the battlefield was already ankle-deep, and their warhorses struggled to move forward, splashing large sprays of water with each step.
The General of the Flying Cavalry seized an opportunity and unleashed a "Wind-Breaking Thrust," his spear piercing towards Youming's chest like lightning. The spear sliced through the rain, sending up a trail of water droplets.
Youming dodged to the side, then used the hilt of his longsword to strike the spear with his backhand. Using the momentum, he turned around and unleashed a "returning horse saber," the blade aimed at the back of the cavalry general.
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