In the blink of an eye, blood splashed and wails of pain merged into one.
The densely packed masked assassins fell like wheat beneath the farmer’s scythe, while those who had dodged the volley viciously charged again with knives in hand.
The embroidered-robed strongmen stood their ground fearlessly, with the front row putting away their crossbows to draw their ox-tail sabers and meet the attack, while those in the back row hurried to reload and prepare for a second volley.
"My lord, how are you?"
Liu Yongguang, the lieutenant in charge of a hundred troops, was commanding the battle while anxiously shouting towards the dark interior of the government hall behind him.
"I won’t die!"
A deep and powerful voice came out from the gloomy hall, and moments later Yang Ge’s tall and upright figure emerged, dragging his saber step by step from within.
Blood still stained the corners of his mouth, and his steps were uneven as he walked.
This was the first time he had used the move "Howling Wind Extreme Valley."
It was the final move of the "Eighteen Chaos Wind Legs," a deadly attack meant to risk everything.
Having reached the True Essence, he had thought that by driving the move with True Qi, he wouldn’t harm the enemy badly while also incurring substantial self-damage as before.
However, he had underestimated the power of the move... the last kick was not only a cumulative force of hundreds of kicks but also an explosive release of that built-up momentum, the strain on the meridians and body far exceeded his expectations!
Even with his strength from advancing to True Essence, coupled with his innate physical gift of "Hundred Channels Unimpeded, Jade-Like Body," he felt as though his body had fallen apart, aching all over, and even the meridians inside his body would hurt like needle pricks whenever he tried to mobilize his Qi.
This was the first time he encountered a situation where his meridians couldn’t withstand the running of the Qi Force.
As for why he had chosen to use "Howling Wind Extreme Valley" earlier instead of "One Way No Return,"
it was because he had a moment of hesitation before acting: Could he really bring himself to strike down that mad monk?
Once that thought arose, he didn’t hesitate to use "Howling Wind Extreme Valley."
Howling Wind Extreme Valley belonged to another’s repertoire, and even if he couldn’t beat that mad monk with it, he would only wonder if he had performed it incorrectly or whether the Chaos Wind Leg technique wasn’t powerful enough.
However, One Way No Return was his own creation; if he still couldn’t defeat the mad monk after using it, he would start to doubt himself...
It was like playing a video game.
Playing an unfamiliar hero you aren’t proficient in doesn’t get to you as much when the opponent is dominating you.
But if you’re playing your best hero and still get dominated by the opponent, that’s when your morale collapses.
The move was a martial arts seed unique to Yang Ge, just beginning to sprout and still very delicate.
It needed his care and nurturing to grow into a towering tree that could shelter him in the future.
...
With ample time to prepare,
the embroidered-robed strongmen steadily suppressed those masked assassins!
Liu Yongguang took control of the battlefield, orchestrating a tight interplay between archers and short-range fighters, advancing and retreating in sync, denying the masked assassins any chance to break through or give them time to regroup.
Whenever a Qi Sea expert emerged, they were immediately greeted by a net, blinding smoke, or even cannons, either capturing them or forcing them back.
Though numerous, the masked assassins, under his precise command, were like putty, kneaded and shaped at his will.
What was once a dense crowd of masked assassins visibly thinned...
Regrettably, despite it being clear they couldn’t break through, these masked assassins continued to fight to the death.
Yang Ge stood on the steps outside the government hall, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the surging heads of the masked assassins.
He was certain that his move "Howling Wind Extreme Valley" at best had only severely wounded that mad monk.
The man’s iron-like body was simply terrifying!
Yang Ge suspected that the mad monk alone could carve through an army of ten thousand!
He waited for a long time...
Instead of seeing the mad monk emerge again, he heard a distant, angry shout: "Competing with the Sun’s Brilliance."
"Poor kid..."
Yang Ge sighed, patted Liu Yongguang on the shoulder, and said, "I’ll leave the first battalion with you to hold this ground. I’ll go check on the prison... If it gets too hard to hold, you can fall back there."
Liu Yongguang saluted with a fist: "My lord, please be careful!"
Yang Ge nodded and limped slowly in the direction of the prison.
...
Compared to the grand scene at the entrance of the government hall,
the scene at the prison was far smaller, with only about twenty to thirty assassins cloaked in black, resisting against a squadron of two hundred embroidered-robed strongmen who tried to cut and charge their way into the prison.
When Yang Ge arrived, he saw Yang Tiansheng being struck by a blow and sent flying like a piece of ripped cloth, landing five or six meters away.
’Coated with Frost, Plucked from Dew!’
Yang Ge leaped forward, slashing out five streaks of saber Qi, his figure breezing through the crowd of black-clad assassins, and placed a palm on the back of the profusely bleeding Yang Tiansheng.
Behind him, two heads the size of large jars rolled to the ground, and three other black-clad assassins were sent flying further than Yang Tiansheng.
The ferocious onslaught of the black-clad assassins, like tigers among sheep, suddenly came to a halt.
"How are you?"
Yang Ge supported Yang Tiansheng, asking quietly with concern.
Yang Tiansheng, face contorted with pain, wiped the blood from his mouth and struggled to his feet with his sword’s support: "I won’t die!"
Pushing off Yang Ge’s help, he stared directly at the black-clad swordsman in front and said fiercely, word by word, "Sect Leader Yu, what excellent swordsmanship. The Yang Family shall never forget today’s grace and will surely repay it!"
The black-clad swordsman chuckled at the sound, an aged laughter: "Old man doesn’t understand your nonsensical babbling... However, the fact that the Ming Sect would stoop to become the dog of the imperial court for a century-long scheme is indeed a bizarre tale for the martial world!"
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