Chapter Forty-Five: Twists and Turns (Part Two)
"Huba, there can only be one alpha wolf in a pack, and that is me, Simba..." Simba began to howl wildly. His guards surrounded Huba like wolves hunting, while the other Tatars scattered to watch from a distance. This was a battle for the alpha wolf, a challenge Simba had issued to Huba, and only they could decide their own fate.
"Father... I tried my best... Please don't blame me..." Huba looked up and murmured to himself. His family was right in front of him, but all he could do was raise his long sword. His attendants also pulled off their robes and reached behind them to take out their nearly man-high sabers.
".....Boom...." The two waves of people collided, blood splattering everywhere. The sounds of swords piercing flesh, the howls of wild beasts, and the desperate screams tormented the ears and nerves. Simba's guards fell one after another, like waves crashing against rocks.
"......This......how is this possible...." Simba watched as his personal guards dwindled while Huba's retinue slowly pressed towards him, leaving no one able to withstand them for even a moment. Visibility was poor in the darkness, but he quickly realized that Huba's men were all clad in iron armor. After all, they were too conspicuous; even their faces were covered in iron masks, revealing only their eyes.
Huba's followers also began to suffer sporadic sunburn, but they still resolutely charged towards Simba's tent. At this point, even the most foolish person would know that Huba's trip to Great Xia was not in vain; he must have received help from a benefactor. Otherwise, how could he have so many of these precious suits of armor? Even a large tribe couldn't gather ten suits of armor.
“Sangkun… what are you still doing? If I die… you will never get this grassland…” Simba saw the Tatar tribe wavering. He knew he couldn’t count on his people. His guards were almost all dead. Now only Sangkun of the Kereit tribe could turn the tide.
Sangkun was also weighing his options. He was shocked to see that Huba had fifty full suits of iron armor. Iron armor has always been a rare commodity on the grasslands. Even if a smuggler brought over one or two suits of iron armor, it would cause a fight. What did the appearance of so many suits of iron armor mean?
“Sangkun, my brother… I swear, if I become chieftain, I will give you the most fertile pastures.” Simba’s vow convinced Sangkun to make his decision, and he roared at Simba, “All these armors are mine…”
"Of course, all the spoils are yours." Simba was overjoyed to hear that Sangkun was willing to help him. What did spoils matter? As long as he lived, the Kree tribe would become his dinner sooner or later.
Both men spoke in the local language of the grasslands, and Xu Liyan, who was mixed in with Huba's entourage, couldn't understand what they were saying. But he noticed that after the two finished speaking, a large group of grassland warriors began to form ranks, at least three hundred of them. By this time, Huba's personal guards were already exhausted, as their iron armor and sabers were too heavy. These grassland barbarians were not cultivators, and it was already quite remarkable that they had been able to fight for so long.
Xu Liyan saw the leader who was constantly directing the warriors to assemble. He stretched out his one arm and slowly drew his battle sword. It was a high-quality weapon with an acceleration array engraved on it. It was a reward he had received when he was Qin Lan's personal guard.
Sang Kun was preparing to send his personal guards into battle to deliver the decisive blow when suddenly a tremor ran through him, as if he were being watched by a snow bear. Years of battle had honed his sense of danger, and he knew he was being targeted by a master. He looked up and saw a one-armed man wielding a sword standing beside Huba, his cold eyes fixed on him. The man himself was like a sharp, menacing spear, chilling to the bone.
"...Husal, you lead the men and charge over there, try to capture Huba alive... and... that one-armed man." Sangkun shook his head, dispelling the inexplicable fear. He had already reached the final stage, how could he give up the fruits of his labor just because of a one-armed man?
Simba's bodyguard leader, Husa, gleamed with bloodlust. He had confidence in his brothers, and he already considered those armored guards who were nearly half-destroyed and weakened as his spoils of war. After this battle, the entire Chulechuan Grassland would become the ranch of the Kereit tribe, and he would be promoted to chieftain and live the life of a noble lord.
Husar roared and charged toward the center of the battlefield. They did not have a strict formation, but the conflicts on the grasslands had never stopped. They learned the simplest formation from actual combat—the penetrating formation. The vanguard was the strongest warrior, and the flanks were the most resilient strongmen. It was very similar to the tactical principle of the Great Xia's wedge formation.
Before Husar could even reach the arena, a flash of light appeared before his eyes. The thought of drawing his sword to resist had barely crossed his mind, and before he could even move his wrist, he felt a chill on his forehead, and the world before him began to freeze... darken... turn black.
Sangkun saw it a little more clearly from behind, but only a little. His personal guards had just begun their charge when the one-armed man who made his heart tremble suddenly moved. Then, a blade flashed through his personal guards' formation, cleaving Husar in two. The blade's momentum didn't wane, and after five or six more personal guards were sent flying, the blade finally disappeared completely.
“…Cultivator……Cultivator of Great Xia……Go…” Sang Kun only had time to shout “Go” before turning and running away. He regretted it to death. Why didn’t he think that the one-armed man was a cultivator when he saw him? And not a low-level cultivator at that. No matter how unsophisticated he was, Sang Kun was still a nobleman of the grasslands. His Yuan Qi could kill people invisibly…That was a Xuan Realm cultivator.
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