Chapter 823: Mastering the Long-Term Technique to Counter Chen (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
The group was forced to the edge of a cliff.
The second young master looked at the dead end before him, his face ashen.
At this moment, the pursuers arrived, and the leading middle-aged general laughed loudly: "Why aren't you running? Or are you too tired to run? That old dog Wu Zhaode is really willing to sacrifice his son to cover his retreat. Heh, kid, why don't you surrender now?"
What utter nonsense are you spouting!
The guards protecting the second young master nearly exploded with shock.
The enemy is truly despicable. Not content with simply surrounding and intercepting them, they also spread rumors and sow discord between our lord and his son, smearing our lord's reputation! Anyone with eyes can see that our lord is doing this to draw away our forces and buy a chance for our second son to survive!
Second Young Master, I will protect you with my life!
The guards protecting the second young master raised their hands and conjured a heavy shield. Instantly, martial energy surged, and a hazy, indistinct phantom of a giant shield blocked their path. Everyone subconsciously assumed that the second young master also knew about the enemy's trick, and with the danger approaching, no one noticed the ferocious look on the second young master's handsome face, twisted by negative emotions.
See? Father is truly heartless!
But everyone has a will to survive, and he was unwilling to let his life wither away before it could even fully blossom. The group was forced to the edge of the cliff; the height was dangerous, but it wasn't impossible to fight back. The second young master gritted his teeth and gave a signal to someone beside him. However, the enemy general reacted faster, conjuring two sharp, heavy hammers and slamming them down at their feet—
Don't even think about running! You're all dead!
Several beams of light burst forth from the crowd.
The sounds of martial arts clashing echoed across the cliffs.
[A few men will cover the rear; Second Young Master, please take care!]
Several of them were personally promoted by Wu Xian, and they didn't even come from good backgrounds. Without Wu Xian's strong support, they would either have continued to be outlaws or starved to death early on. How could they have enjoyed so many years of glory? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him his second parents.
They have been loyal to Wu Xian all these years.
An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one.
Now was the time for them to repay the Wu family's kindness; they would risk their lives to ensure the Second Young Master's safety. The Second Young Master, his eyes red with emotion, couldn't bear to see these familiar faces die for him. But he knew he couldn't act impulsively.
The enemy general was too lazy to watch these dramas.
He sneered, "Let's see where you can run to!"
The extended section of the cliff was rather weak; how could it withstand the chaos of battle? As the mountainside crumbled, the cliff inevitably tumbled down the mountainside. Taking advantage of their unstable center of gravity, the enemy general rushed forward and slammed down several martial energy blades!
Meanwhile, the pursuing troops formed ranks and rallied their morale.
A phantom longbow, several dozen feet long, appeared in mid-air. The bowstring instantly filled to its full length, and a hundred or so arrows rained down on the falling Second Young Master and his companions. Explosions rang out continuously, and the resulting shockwaves felt like being struck by hammers.
The second young master gritted his teeth and mustered his martial energy, deflecting an arrow as he plummeted. The impact split the tiger's mouth of his hands, and a second arrow was about to pierce him. At the critical moment, a palm strike blew him away, sparing his vitals.
Luckily, it was just a scratch.
But the enemy's deadly attacks continued unabated.
Although the second young master possessed talent, his age and lack of experience limited his effectiveness. The direct impact of the explosion severely damaged his physical body beneath his armor. Like a bird with broken wings, he plummeted straight down from the sky, the earth rapidly enlarging before his eyes—
They might survive, but they'll inevitably be covered in injuries.
He tried to gather his strength to slow the impact of his fall, but his body was too weak to move. He was only saved from being smashed to pieces by his personal guards. The second young master, enduring excruciating pain, dared not look at the others on the ground, their lives hanging in the balance. With the help of his blood-soaked guards, he rose and, still writhing in agony, said: "Hurry, let's go—"
Just then, a person descended from the sky.
He arrogantly and conceitedly asked, "Where are you going?"
boom--
A beam of light, several dozen feet long, cleaved down from the sky.
Seeing the situation was dire, one of the guards, without hesitation, unleashed his full potential, detonating a strike that collided with the enemy and simultaneously pushed the Second Young Master and his companions aside. The enemy general, whose strength far surpassed theirs, landed and watched the Second Young Master and his group flee with a mocking, cat-and-mouse gaze. Passing by someone, he glanced contemptuously at his right foot.
[Stop, stop even thinking about it—]
The man was still alive but unable to stand. He could only reach out and grab the enemy general's boot, trying to stop him for a moment. But this was futile. The enemy general pulled his foot out and kicked him casually. The man's body crashed into the cliff like a cannonball. With a muffled thud, blood mist exploded, and mangled remains littered the ground.
[Overestimating one's abilities!]
If they abandoned that useless brat and scattered to escape, perhaps they could have survived. Staying behind to try and stop them was utterly foolish. The enemy general was preparing to collect the Second Young Master's head, then string the heads of Wu Xian and his son together and hurl them onto the walls of Chaoli Pass with catapults, letting the man surnamed Shen see the consequences of opposing them! Just imagining that scene excited him.
After a pursuit, the Second Young Master's forces were reduced to less than a fifth of their original size, and all were wounded. The enemy returned with renewed force, blocking all their escape routes. Just when the Second Young Master thought this was his final resting place, a terrifyingly large, dark green python descended from the sky, its tail slamming into the shield-bearers in formation. Its vertical pupils coldly stared at the enemy general leading the formation…
The second young master, who thought he was going to die, stared blankly at the python.
Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn for the better.
He didn't recognize the strange python, but judging from its protective behavior, it was a friend, not a foe. The Second Young Master might not recognize it, but that didn't mean the guards fighting on the front lines were unaware. They glanced at the python's appearance, and their tense nerves completely relaxed.
There's hope! It's Gongxi Chou!
With the Martial Spirit Totem here, the real person must not be far off.
They weren't the only ones who recognized the giant python's identity; the pursuers, who had been repeatedly failing in their pursuit, were also among them. These men, ostensibly Wu Xian's personal guards, were in reality suicide squads. They were all willing to risk their lives, readily resorting to self-destruction, even if it meant taking several down with them. This tactic actually managed to buy them some time, until Gong Xi Chou finally arrived.
The arrogant male voice gave the enemy general no chance to think.
A young man, casually dressed in half-armor, appeared atop the giant python at some unknown time. His eyes were covered by a long cloth, but his exposed face was cold and stern. He looked down at the python and said, "Hey, are you going to commit suicide to feed my snakes, or choose to be killed by me and fed to the snakes?"
The enemy general couldn't keep his composure.
He knew that enemies would come after the operation was exposed, but he never expected that it would be the infamous and ruthless Gong Xi Chou himself who would take action. This gave him a strange sense of absurdity.
Is it worth it for the other party to make the trip personally?
Looking at Gong Xichou, he knew his life was in danger.
The difference between the two is that even if he were to self-destruct, he would be killed by the opponent with one hand; sacrificing his troops would only buy him a fleeting chance to escape. Even if he managed to escape, he would be crushed by the opponent's hand on the skull in the next instant! Either way, he would die—
The enemy general revealed a cold smile.
"Gongxi Feng'en, you're actually here."
"What kind of person are you to call me by my courtesy name?" Although Gongxi Chou's inner conflict had been resolved and he knew that the words "Feng En" meant "respecting the kindness of the clan" and not his enemy Tang Guo, he was still not used to using courtesy names and preferred that others call him by his full name.
His courtesy name is not something anyone can call out.
The enemy general was slapped before he could even react.
He didn't even see how he was hit; he only knew that for a moment he was unable to move, and his head was struck hard. The helmet protecting his head seemed to have osteoporosis, and it was smashed to pieces in an instant, leaving his mind buzzing and blank.
The next moment, he tasted blood.
Gong Xiqiu sat there with his arms crossed.
The enemy general got up, his eyes unable to see anything clearly, only blurry outlines, and the surroundings were eerily silent.
"Hahaha--"
He suddenly burst into laughter like a wild beast.
Gong Xichou picked at his ear: "What are you laughing at?"
Blood mixed with broken teeth fell to the ground from his mouth, and he slurred, "Do you know what it means to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"
Gong Xi Chou snorted coldly and mocked without any politeness: "Mama is right, some people are just born with thick skin. No wonder I didn't knock your head off with that slap just now. It turns out your skin is too thick and well-protected. You call your act of accidentally exposing your tracks and attracting our rescue 'luring the tiger away from the mountain'?"
Don't underestimate him just because he hasn't read many military texts.
The enemy general staggered to his feet—perhaps due to a brain injury, he felt little pain elsewhere in his body—he stood there for a moment, then suddenly roared, his meridians in his dantian shattering inch by inch under the sudden surge of immense martial energy. He transformed into a blinding sun, charging relentlessly towards Gong Xichou, determined to tear a piece of flesh from his opponent even in death! However, his actions were nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of absolute power, a futile attempt to sacrifice himself.
Gong Xichou conjured a protective hand, gathering immense martial energy in his palm, forcefully extinguishing the sun that had not yet reached its peak.
"You think you're Yang Ying's father?"
Gong Xichou had only ever suffered at the hands of a martial artist with a burning martial spirit in his entire life. Although they weren't really fighting back then, Yang Gong had certainly caused him trouble. Now, times had changed, and he had made several breakthroughs. Did someone with a burning martial spirit, weaker than Yang Gong, really think he could gain the slightest advantage against him? Dream on!
He certainly didn't feed the giant snake with the corpses. Instead, he gave the Martial Gallant Totem the order to "bury all the corpses." He jumped off the snake's head and stepped forward amidst the Second Young Master and the others' relief at surviving the ordeal.
He raised his chin slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
The second young master, still reeling from the shock of Gong Xichou's effortless defeat of the enemy, straightened his clothes, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and introduced himself. Gong Xichou was somewhat bewildered: "You're Wu Zhaode's son? No, why are you hunting in the mountains at this hour?"
Hunting near camps was common during wartime.
The food in the army camp was terrible; if you wanted to try some fresh meat, you had to fend for yourself. But Gong Xichou didn't expect that Wu Xian's son would receive the same treatment. If a young man wanted some game, everyone around him would rush to do it for him; why should he have to do it himself?
The second young master was speechless when asked the question.
Gong Xichou muttered to himself, "Speaking of which, don't people from aristocratic families always believe in 'a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall'?"
He risked his life for a bite to eat...
Young people these days have a lot of ideas.
"Today is my birthday. I thought this place was safe, so I asked my father to bring me hunting." The second young master trembled as he spoke, and disregarding his status, he pleaded with Gongxi Chou, "I beg the general to save my father's life. I will be eternally grateful!"
Gong Xiqiu asked in surprise, "No, who are you talking about?"
His CPU overheated. So it wasn't Wu Xian's son who went hunting for wild game on his own initiative, but rather the father and son who went hunting together.
The second young master was so anxious that he wanted to kneel down before Gongxi Chou.
"I implore the general to intervene!"
The guards around him tried to stop him, but they couldn't.
Gong Xichou calmly said, "You don't need to beg. Mama went to the other side. Your father is lucky; he'll still be alive!"
The second young master did not know who "Mama" was.
The surviving guards didn't know either.
"Mama is the Shen Jun you know." Their strengths are similar, and if even Mama can't save someone, there's no point in asking him.
The second young master was stunned by this answer.
He was shocked that the only two level-sixteen Grand Masters had come out to rescue people, or that Shen Tang, as the leader of a force, dared to venture deep into enemy territory alone to rescue people, or perhaps he was disappointed that his father was saved... The last thought flashed through his mind like a shooting star.
He blinked and returned to normal.
at the same time--
Wu Xian is also facing the biggest life crisis to date.
The second young master was still a teenager. His so-called military achievements were nothing more than clearing out a few groups of bandits who were not dangerous. These bandits had all been screened and were all used by him to practice and build his reputation. Wu Xian, on the other hand, was a ruthless character who had truly risen through the ranks!
In his youth, he was a ruthless and fearless warrior who had fought countless battles. Even after years of living a life of luxury, his skills had not diminished. When he donned armor and took up weapons, his killing prowess remained decisive.
He charged forward, his body covered in the blood of unknown people.
He had just as many people protecting him as he had protecting his son, but the enemy soldiers chasing the father and son were not on the same level.
It is truly remarkable that they have managed to hold on until now.
"Hey Wu, why don't you surrender now?"
At this moment, only five people remained around Wu Xian, his feet littered with the severed limbs and remains of his enemies. Zhang He seemed oblivious to these victims, his gaze fixed coldly on Wu Xian. Wu Xian also saw him through the crowd: "You? You think you're worthy?"
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. Perhaps knowing he had little hope of survival, Wu Xian was no longer in such a hurry: "Do you think Shen Youli is deaf to the commotion here?"
Through the burning curtain, Zhang He sneered at the military formation's incantation of "drawing a circle on the ground as a prison" before him, and said, "Shen Youli is indeed not deaf, but she doesn't have three heads and six arms either. She's too busy taking care of Chaoli Pass, how could she have time to care about things here?"
Wu Xian's expression suddenly changed: "What do you mean?"
Zhang He said, "The literal meaning."
Following the instructions of their military strategist, they borrowed Shen Youli's methods to dig tunnels for a surprise attack, naturally prepared for their plan to be thwarted. If chaos broke out here and there were signs of troop redeployment at Chaoli Pass, the main force of the army would be deployed to the border.
You can only catch fish in troubled waters, right?
His current task is to deal with Wu Xian, using reverse psychology: "Wu Zhaode, you're supposed to be a man, why don't you come out and face your death? Instead of hiding here like a coward, when did your heroism turn into cowardice?"
Wu Xian, panting heavily, plopped down on the floor.
"No, it's better to live a wretched life than to die..."
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P.S.: Another day has passed, and the delivery still hasn't arrived. I've already printed out the CCTV footage and pasted it on the other party's door and car lights. If the delivery still isn't back by tomorrow, I'll call the police. Ugh, how can someone be so shameless, pretending not to know? The pictures have been plastered in the elevator for two or three days now!
(End of this chapter)
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