Dao Nan was in a rather unfortunate situation. Although his swordsmanship surpassed that of ordinary soldiers, he had not yet reached the level of a cultivator. He could only stand in a relatively safe position with Jasmine and He Lili as a mobile force to observe the battlefield.
This advance went exceptionally smoothly; the scouts alone swept away the wandering spirits on one side of the city wall without needing to ask the core members of the Black Hand gang behind them for help.
But Chen Jing knew that this was only the beginning!
Once they reach the vicinity of the arena, the Mist Spikes, skilled in stealth and ambush and highly mobile, will definitely cause a large number of casualties.
Even Lu Gang, the mastermind behind the scenes, was unwilling to go there to rescue the people from the Meijing Dojo!
Chen Jing still couldn't understand why Lu Gang, the Black Hand, had changed his mind after returning to the city for a short rest, instead of going to the arena to provide assistance earlier.
Chen Jing suspected that it might be because the slave's wandering soul turned into a painting after being killed that the mastermind Lu Gang chose to go to the arena.
After advancing for a while, they arrived at the inner city. Just as they were about to reach the vicinity of the arena, Chen Jing and the others saw a member of the core team arrive through the thick fog.
That was Huang Yuanlong, wearing yellow-green leather armor and carrying two swords.
Ash City's Number One Hunter!
Huang Yuanlong glanced around and said expressionlessly, "The boss said that the reconnaissance team's advance might encounter difficulties later, so he asked me to protect you first."
"Go forward," he said, drawing a sword and addressing everyone.
Mo Wuge nodded and continued to direct the reconnaissance team forward, clearing the road.
Just as Chen Jing and the others were about to continue forward, they suddenly felt a surge of excitement.
The Black Hand actually sent people to help us!
Lord Black Hand didn't treat us as cannon fodder to be discarded!
I swear to die for Lord Black Hand!
A strange emotion arose in Chen Jing's heart.
Chen Jing immediately realized that Lu Gang, the mastermind, had probably used his "aura" to empower his soldiers.
"Battle cultivator..." Chen Jing muttered to himself, but outwardly he also put on an excited appearance, even quickening his pace.
The reconnaissance team, with its higher morale, even increased their marching speed. They encountered no fog monsters or enemies along the way.
Ahead was the arena. As far as Chen Jing knew, the Song people loved sword poetry the most. Their arena was a semi-circular space where swordsmen, like poets, danced and determined the winner. Commoners and nobles sat on the side platforms, enjoying the performance below, like a special kind of drama.
For the people of the Song Dynasty, exquisite and precise swordsmanship was poetry, the best poetry in the world.
Chen Jing felt that calling this place the Sword Dance Theater would be more appropriate than calling it an arena.
However, Chen Jing discovered that the main gate had been forcibly broken open from the inside, revealing an area that resembled a stage.
The cracked opening looked somewhat like a sword mark, like a magnified sword mark.
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