Chapter 908: Chapter 39 First Appearance of the Grim Reaper_2
"Ah! Bandits, it’s bandits! Everyone, run for cover."
"No, please! Don’t kill my son, ah..."
"My leg, my leg, it’s killing me..."
Ah Dai, feeling his blood boil, turned to Xuan Yue and said, "Yue Yue, wait here for me. I’ll go find Brother Yan Shi." With that, he drew the Tian Gang Heavy Sword from his back and was about to charge forward.
Xuan Yue hastily grabbed his clothes, knowing that she couldn’t stop Ah Dai from facing the danger no matter what. She implored, "Be very careful and stay safe."
Ah Dai felt warmth in his heart and nodded solemnly. He executed his movement technique and dashed swiftly towards the flank of the Black Knights.
Xuan Yue murmured, "These black-clad men really know when to strike, and now these Black People, who can fight back!"
In the sudden ambush, the tribe members were caught off guard, even the three chieftains seemed bewildered. During this grand festival, most tribe members were staggering drunk. How could they organize an effective counterattack? Despite their numbers greatly exceeding that of the enemy’s, they were utterly plunged into a massacre.
Ah Dai’s Tian Gang Sword flashed with white vital energy. By the time he reached the scene, more than a thousand black-clad men had already pierced through the bonfire gathering and were regrouping not far away, preparing to charge again. At the site of the bonfire gathering, hundreds of bodies had been left behind, and the wounded were too numerous to count, most of them elderly, women, and children who hadn’t managed to escape in time.
Ah Dai had never seen so many people dead. Amidst the cries of the tribe members, his heart was filled with immense sorrow and anger; among those bodies, some young men had just challenged him earlier, and now they had turned into cold corpses. Ah Dai bellowed furiously and gripping the Tian Gang Sword in both hands, he charged swiftly towards the distant black-clad men. Numerous tribe members were frantically fleeing all around; it seemed they didn’t realize that once scattered, they would have no power to resist.
"Wait a second." A nimble figure burst out from the side and blocked Ah Dai’s path; it was Yan Shi. He grabbed Ah Dai’s body and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"
Ah Dai’s eyes were red with excitement as he shouted, "I’m going to settle scores with those executioners. Big brother, look at how many people they’ve killed! These are hundreds of lives!"
Yan Shi and Yan Li had been drinking with Tubari when the Black Knights appeared, and hadn’t realized it at first. By the time they sobered up and knew there was an ambush, the Black Knights had already broken into the bonfire gathering. They were originally on the perimeter, and the enemy’s charge had caused the tribe members to scatter and flee, blocking their way forward; thus, they could only make their way inside now, just in time to meet the furious Ah Dai.
Yan Shi looked at the black-clad men who were turning back for charge and said solemnly, "These guys obviously came prepared. It looks like we have to fight our hardest to avoid more casualties. Let’s hold them off for a while until the tribe members, under the chiefs’ reorganization, are no longer in disarray, and then we needn’t fear these scoundrels anymore."
Yan Li, full of fighting spirit, shouted, "Alright, let our three brothers take on these scoundrels." Saying this, he swung his Battle Axe, adopting a determined stance as if ready to face thousands alone.
Ah Dai’s inherent kindness had already been diluted by the earlier bloodshed. He nodded heavily and said, "Both of you, let’s charge. Otherwise, more people will die."
Yan Shi laughed heartily, "Good, I haven’t had a good fight in a long time; let’s go." After that, the three charged out like arrows released from their bows, with Ah Dai in the middle and Yan Shi and Yan Li flanking him, quickly meeting the charging cavalry.
Yan Shi was the most sober of the three, and he bellowed, "Aim for the horses’ legs." With that, he raised his Long Knife high, his yellow vital energy suddenly bursting forth, a semi-circular yellow arc shooting toward the lower parts of the several horses ahead.
Yan Li, who had spent the most time with Yan Shi, the two brothers almost having a telepathic connection, simultaneously swung their Battle Axes, sending out two beams of yellow vital energy. The front dozen horses collapsed amidst pained whinnies, with the knights behind them tumbling in a heap. The enemy’s neat formation was momentarily thrown into disarray.
Ah Dai was slow to react; by the time Yan Shi had shouted his command, he had already leaped high into the air. He couldn’t concern himself with aiming for horse legs at that moment. With a fierce cry, he swung the Tian Gang Sword with both hands, the white vital energy emitting a three-foot cold gleam, heavily striking the squad of knights charging up from behind. The three knights at the forefront were immediately slashed off their horses, and the residual force even split their steeds in two under them, showing the immense power of Ah Dai’s enraged sword.
Yan Shi and Yan Li were shocked by Ah Dai’s attack; they had never seen him so angry before. Without time for hesitation, they couldn’t let Ah Dai be overwhelmed. Each wielding their own weapons, they charged forward. Sword, knife, and dual axes, at a moment when the black-clad men thought the tribe had no power to fight back, they successfully stopped the opponents’ advance and created chaos.
Ah Dai’s eyes had turned bloodshot, the tragic deaths of the tribe members flashing continuously in his mind. He showed no mercy with each swing of his sword, ensuring that several knights were cut off their horses. In the ferocious onslaught by the three, dozens of knights had been annihilated within moments. But as the black-clad men were numerous, Ah Dai and his companions also sustained some minor injuries.
