The enemy finally showed up, and the Sea Tribe's troops were still gathering. The enemy didn't seem to have any intention of launching a surprise attack.
Cavalry! No wonder they're so confident. The Sea Tribe has too few soldiers, and not enough spearmen. In this matchup, cavalry versus infantry, it's really...
Horse teams kept appearing from the distant jungle. It seemed that there were not many of them, probably only about a thousand people.
The area of this flat land is actually not very large, but even so, it is enough for a cavalry team of a thousand people to charge.
The western jungle is indeed not that simple. Even the natives have no idea where this cavalry team came from.
A large group of cavalry led the charge, with a group of horses leading the way and a hundred cavalrymen following, slowly moving towards the assembled troops of the Sea Tribe.
“Thunder!”
"It's me, charlatan, long time no see, haha!" It has indeed been a long time since we last met, and Lei Ting's face is full of confidence now.
"Qiu Haicheng is yours, right?"
"Yes, but I'm not satisfied. I want to go back to Thunder City. However, when I came back, Thunder City was frozen." Lei Ting was nostalgic. Everyone misses their hometown. "I'm surprised to meet you."
"You have more than just these people, right?" Ma Yue looked relaxed.
"Yes, there are more over there, there are more over there, about 5,000 cavalry. You charlatan, my cavalry battalions are all around us, what can you do?" Lei Ting's confidence is backed by a strong military force.
"Where do you get the confidence to be so close to me?" The cavalry brigade is good, but is it necessary for Lei Ting to bring only these one hundred cavalrymen?
"You've forgotten, I have a natural lightning spirit." Lei Ting said this, and suddenly burst out with such momentum that even the spirit horse under Ma Yue couldn't help but take a few steps back. This was the huge gap in cultivation. The spirit horse was powerful, but Lei Ting on the other side had already reached the level of Martial King.
"According to your charlatan's words, I am already the King of Martial Arts, one major rank higher than you. Do you think this reason is sufficient?" As a cultivator, strong cultivation is the foundation of self-confidence.
"Lei Ting, do you know why you lost back then? Weren't our cultivation levels similar back then?" Ma Yue's expression remained relaxed. "The problem could have been solved easily, but you insisted on making it complicated."
"Haha..." Lei Ting laughed heartily. "You charlatan, Haifan City killed the Martial King, do you really think it was all your own ability? Two years ago, you only relied on your swift and agile movements to fight the Martial King of the Ghost Forest Tribe in close combat. You, a martial artist, are a martial artist after all. Faced with such a huge gap in cultivation, you are nothing."
There was a thunderous roar, and many soldiers in the infantry phalanx not far behind Ma Yue had very ugly expressions on their faces.
The disparity in military strength was too great. The jungles on all sides could already hear the roar of war horses. They were surrounded. In terms of the strength of the spiritual cultivators, it seemed that their own spiritual charlatan was not as good as the enemy's leader. How could they fight this battle?
The Hai tribe’s ironclad military discipline and these well-trained soldiers have not collapsed yet, and they habitually strictly adhere to their formations. However, is there still hope for such a battle?
"Don't be afraid, old friend. Go aside first." Ma Yue jumped off the spirit horse and patted its butt. "After I deal with this fool, I will take you to kill everyone. Haha!"
"Chee!" The spirit horse was a little confused and retreated to the side.
Ma Yue's hands wielded spiritual swords, pointing them at Lei Ting. "Lei Ting, today, let me prove one thing: the Martial King isn't everything. At the same time, you'll pay a heavy price for your arrogance."
"Tsk!" Lei Ting sneered, pointing the spirit sword in his hand at Ma Yue. "I'm a thunder-type cultivator. Are you as fast as me?"
"Boom!" At a distance of dozens of meters, Thunder's spiritual sword spewed lightning and rushed straight towards Ma Yue.
Ma Yue dodged. Lightning was fast, and Ma Yue was also fast.
It seemed to be the same familiar pattern: King Wu attacking, Ma Yue dodging and maneuvering. Some of the Sea Tribe soldiers were familiar with this formation. However, many failed to notice that the battle distance, now several dozen meters, was shrinking with each encounter.
Lei Ting felt it, but what did it matter? If the distance was really close enough, Lei Ting trusted his lightning, and Ma Yue had less time to dodge, the chance of killing Ma Yue would be greater.
Ma Yue was not just dodging. When appropriate, the spiritual sword would release spiritual fire, giving him the opportunity to counterattack, although such counterattacks were rare.
Lightning and spiritual fire took up more and more space, and the smoke and dust from the attack became denser and denser. The battle between the spiritual cultivators was dazzling and incomprehensible to ordinary people, but everyone could still understand the weakness. Ma Yue's counterattacks were too few, and he was definitely the weaker party.
The reality seemed to be different from what Lei Ting had imagined. The battle distance was constantly shortening, but his lightning-fast attacks didn't seem to have any better effect. This didn't make sense. No matter how fast a person dodged, it couldn't be faster than a spiritual attack. Moreover, his lightning-mode spiritual attack was even faster.
For some unknown reason, Thunder became impatient.
What is a battle about? Basic strength and combat effectiveness are of course the most important, but does strength guarantee victory? Let's take a football match as an example. For example, the Chinese national team, while formidable, has lost to Yemen, Jordan, Thailand, Syria, and so on.
If the strongest person is sure to win, then what's the point of fighting? Shouldn't we just compare who has higher cultivation?
"you……"
In a flash, at the moment when Lei Ting was impatient, he felt a spiritual sword piercing into his dantian. Before he could finish his exclamation, a spiritual sword passed by with a figure, and Lei Ting's head flew into the sky.
"Divine bastard!" The five hundred warriors of the Sea Tribe erupted in a thunderous cry. The powerful Martial King cultivator had been slain by their own divine bastard. This was unexpected, shocking, and heartening.
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