FVN Chapter 321 Death Match
Chapter 321 Death Match
Chapter 321 Deathmatch (Part 4)
Master Liu, who wielded the Wu hook, is now useless.
Even if they don't die, they will be severely injured and forced to withdraw from the battle.
Yang Silang knew that General Hei could not die.
If General Hei were to die, he alone would be even less able to stop this Grandmaster of the Five Poisons Sect.
If he can't stop them, once this Grandmaster has dealt with them and is free to deal with them, he can kill all the warriors, soldiers, and militia on the entire section of the city wall by himself!
If the western city wall is occupied by the enemy soldiers.
Even with the support of the north and south city walls, the battle for the west city will inevitably be a bloody one.
If we are not careful, the western city wall will be lost.
With the fall of the western city wall, Yidu Prefecture lost more than half of its city defenses.
With such a large gap, the rebels could continuously mobilize large armies to attack the other three city walls along the city wall.
In Yidu Prefecture, the government only had control over one Grandmaster, Fu Liunian, who was unable to recover from his injuries and fight for more than a month.
Therefore, the only way to stop this grandmaster from freely attacking ordinary martial arts soldiers is for me and General Hei to do so.
Yang Silang understood the stakes in the blink of an eye, and thus charged forward with his gun!
of course.
He also has his own trump cards up his sleeve.
Only half of the time had passed in Qin Xilong's domain.
He also possesses supernatural powers.
In addition, he possesses a substitute doll given to him by Shi Zhongren and Mo Xinlian in the capital.
The former can transfer the injury.
The latter can withstand a fatal blow from a Martial Saint or a True Person.
This grandmaster is very strong, but not so strong as to inspire despair.
However, the move he used just now was too strange, and he defeated Master Liu in just one move.
As Yang Silang retreated, he didn't forget to widen his eyes and use the Mountain-Viewing Shot to examine the area carefully.
The three men used their swords and spears to slash and tear the clothes around the grandmaster's waist.
Beneath the opponent's green skin, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wounds left by knives and guns.
That's fine, but high-level martial artists can forcefully close up wounds with their muscle energy alone when injured, preventing excessive bleeding and loss of strength.
But beneath its green skin on its waist and abdomen, a giant python seemed to be writhing.
"What is this?"
"Internal parasitic worm?"
"Or is it a domesticated demon?"
Without thinking twice, Yang Silang let out a fierce shout and his spearhead burst forth like starlight, aiming for the Grandmaster's eyes.
The grandmaster had no choice but to withdraw his palm to block.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several blows. Yang Silang's spear moved nimbly, each strike aimed precisely at the Grandmaster's vital points, such as his eyes and throat.
The spear strikes briefly and then departs immediately; the spear stance never needs to be fixed, and the stance can be changed at any time.
at this time.
Perhaps it was because of distraction.
General Hei finally managed to pull the spear from the Grandmaster's waist. He took a few steps back, ignoring his shock, and with a flick of his spear, he joined the battle.
A chaotic three-way battle ensued.
The Grandmaster calmly deflected the two spears with his bare hands.
It's just strange.
The black-clad general pulled out his spear, leaving a large wound. From the opening in the Grandmaster's waist, a thick, dark silkworm, as thick as a thigh, squeezed out.
The silkworm was bloated and ugly. As the Grandmaster swayed, it hung precariously around his waist, as if it had been squeezed out, half-dead.
What's even more shocking is that this giant silkworm is actually over ten feet long. I really don't know how the Grandmaster managed to keep it inside his body.
pat.
The large silkworm fell heavily to the ground.
Yang Silang took a quick look and saw that the giant silkworm had two gun holes and deep knife marks on its body.
It turns out that when the three of them pierced the Grandmaster's body with their weapons, the giant silkworm shielded them from the disaster.
It's strange, really.
The giant silkworm fell to the ground, writhed twice, and died. Its body shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a tiny worm about the length and thickness of a finger.
It's hard to believe that the enormous creature shrank to such a tiny size after its death; perhaps this is its true size.
As the large silkworm fell out of the body.
The Grandmaster's body deflated like a punctured balloon, and in just a few breaths, he returned to his original short and stout appearance.
A hint of gray flashed across his green face.
It seems that he paid a price for taking the hit from three people.
Yang Silang and General Hei dared not be distracted, and the two attacked the Grandmaster from the left and right with their long spears.
The two were very cautious, not seeking to achieve anything, but only hoping to stall this powerful figure.
Because Yan Nanxing and another Grandmaster General are still on the other walls, it would be safer for the four of them to fight together if they could hold out until they arrive.
The three of them ran freely within a few feet of the city wall.
Whether friend or foe, anyone caught in the throes will be turned into mincemeat and die a gruesome death.
The true energy roared and shattered this section of the city wall.
While tumbling.
The three of them crashed into the arrow tower.
A violent noise immediately came from inside, as if giant beasts were fighting.
The three figures disappeared.
On the city wall.
Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Standing on the same section of the city wall as these three, everyone felt like a group of ants blocking the path of a giant elephant.
The giant elephant simply raised its leg and stomped down; they didn't even have a chance to struggle before they were killed.
The three had been fighting each other.
On the city wall, the clash of swords and spears between the enemy and our side appeared intense, but both sides were focused and holding back their strength.
The three have now disappeared.
The sounds of fighting on the city walls immediately became louder and clearer.
A steady stream of elite armored soldiers arrived from the north and south city walls.
They formed a gun emplacement along the city wall, with the front-line soldiers carrying large shields, pressing forward step by step.
The bandits guarded several siege ladders.
In the main camp below the city.
Squads of elite warriors and cavalry arrived and climbed up the cloud ladder.
Of the bandits who first followed the Grandmaster to the city, less than one-tenth remain, but they are still gritting their teeth and persevering.
Grandmasters are invincible.
Military intelligence indicated that the only soldier in the city's camp was an eighty-year-old Grandmaster, who was already injured and unable to fight.
If we persevere, victory is assured today.
People kept screaming and collapsing.
The rebel army is determined to take the western city wall and will seize it today.
The soldiers were almost all locals, with their families and friends in the city. They knew what would happen if the city fell, so they attacked fiercely.
Blood flowed like a river on both sides, with several lives lost every breath.
The western city wall was in complete chaos.
The remaining three city walls were quickly reinforced with troops.
The Heavenly King's banner flew once again beneath the city walls.
The Heavenly King, clad in golden armor, rode forward with his entourage, advancing to within eight hundred paces.
At this distance, the ballistae on the city wall could shoot, which was not safe, but now that people were fighting on the city wall, who would have time to operate the ballistae?
The Heavenly King observed the chaos on the city walls.
A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he waved his hand and gave the order.
Squads of elite bandits marched out and rushed toward the city walls, determined to capture Yidu Prefecture even at the cost of lives.
At the top of the city wall.
Zhuang Sheng stood before the iron shield, spitting out blood from exhaustion.
The thick iron shield had become pitted and uneven, with marks of being hacked and chopped along its edges.
Bai Lang's water-splitting fork had fallen somewhere, so he replaced it with a long spear and thrust it outwards.
Pei Buqi's arm was already useless, but he was still chopping with a waist knife whose blade was bent.
Behind the three of them, the original hundred or so soldiers who formed a circular formation had now been compressed to an area of only a dozen or so steps in radius.
Because so many people died, their bodies piled up around the area, forming a wall of corpses.
But what lay beneath the city ladder they were protecting was even more horrifying, with over a hundred corpses piled up in layers.
He was pushed and crushed during a battle with the enemy, falling into the inner city and dying from the fall.
"Buqi, how's your arm injury?" Bai Lang asked Pei Buqi as he killed a bandit soldier.
"It's alright, it won't break." Pei Buqi's face was pale. "Zhuang Sheng, hold on for just one more moment!"
"Reinforcements will surely arrive from within the city."
Zhuang Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood; he was a man of few words.
"I can manage, but I'm worried about Brother Yang—"
The three men looked toward the arrow tower, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and helplessness.
Just now, General Hei, Yang Silang, and Master Liu fought together against a Grandmaster, but Master Liu was knocked away in one move and his fate is unknown.
Can they really stop the enemy's Grandmaster?
If we can't stop it—
None of the three dared to think about that outcome.
The arrow tower stands atop the city wall.
Loud explosions echoed from within, each sound striking the hearts of the soldiers, who feared that the Grandmaster would kill their two Grandmasters before reinforcements arrived.
Meanwhile, the enemy soldiers grew even more imposing.
The Grandmaster is fighting two opponents at once; the advantage lies with me.
Today, Yidu Prefecture will surely fall.
I don't know how much time passed.
Boom boom boom!
Dust flew everywhere.
That sturdy arrow tower stood tall.
Large sections of the roof tiles have fallen off.
In addition, obvious cracks appeared in the outer brick wall, and more and more of them appeared. Inside, the wooden beams were making a snapping and breaking sound, which was terrifying.
The people on the city wall were too caught up in the fighting to take a closer look.
The rebel soldiers below the city cried out in alarm—the arrow tower was about to collapse!
A few breaths later!
Boom!
This five-story sturdy arrow tower, built of blue bricks and with round logs as beams and pillars, collapsed right before the eyes of everyone below the city!
Dust flew everywhere.
The arrow tower was torn apart and collapsed from top to bottom.
The surrounding area was a densely populated area of bandits, because it was from here that the Grandmaster first used the cloud ladder to ascend the city.
"ah----"
Dozens of bandits were unable to dodge in time and were buried under the rubble and bricks; those who survived were seriously injured.
This is not over yet.
The fallen, glued-together bricks and large sections of broken wooden beams slid down the ruins, snapping two sections of a ladder in half and killing a dozen bandits who were just about to climb up.
There's still a huge horde of bandits waiting to scale the city walls.
The reason they couldn't get up there was simple: there were just too many people on the city wall, making it difficult to even find a place to stand.
As a result, a pile of bricks, broken tiles, and broken wood fell, ending the lives of dozens more unfortunate people.
The rebel camp was in turmoil.
The Heavenly King was so angry that he pointed at the city wall and cursed loudly.
A trusted general pointed to the ruins of the arrow tower and said.
"Your Majesty, look! Elder Zuo has won!"
On the ruins of the arrow tower.
The three people stood in a tripod formation, each occupying one corner.
The Grandmaster of the Heavenly King Army, also known as the Left Elder of the Five Poisons Sect, stood with his hands behind his back. His robes were tattered, revealing his bare chest and belly, but his face still held an air of arrogance.
No one noticed that his hands behind his back were trembling slightly.
On the other corner.
Yang Silang stood upright, leaning on his spear. His pangolin suit had a large hole in the chest.
That's because the breastplate was torn off with heavy force.
The last corner.
General Hei also stood with his gun, but he suddenly coughed up blood, his energy completely depleted.
As he coughed up blood, the spear in his hand broke in two, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing heavily to his knees.
His face was an abnormal purple color, indicating that he had been poisoned during the fierce battle and had now completely lost his fighting ability.
Below the city wall.
In the Heavenly King's Army camp.
Li Tianwang was overjoyed and laughed heartily.
On the city wall.
The enemy soldiers' morale soared, and their offensive surged like a tidal wave!
When the soldiers saw that their commander-in-chief had been defeated, their morale plummeted, and they were forced to retreat step by step.
The city's defenses were on the verge of collapse.
Yang Silang took a deep breath, brandished his spear, and charged fiercely towards Elder Zuo.
Elder Zuo's eyes widened, and he cursed inwardly, "Is this little grandmaster a freak?"
Why are you not afraid of my blood poison?
Why are you still full of energy after fighting this long?
That shouldn't be the case. The general was poisoned and collapsed, how could he be alright?
Unfortunately, he had previously used the Waist-Entangling Silkworm Gu to try and kill three people in one move, which was a bit too overconfident. The death of the silkworm Gu had injured his own vital energy.
He had just used his blood poison in the confined space of the arrow tower to try and capture the two men, which further depleted his true energy, and now his hands were trembling.
Once Yang Silang spoke, Elder Zuo had no more thoughts.
He was so angry his nose was crooked.
Yang Silang roared thunderously, his voice echoing across the city walls.
"Old dog!"
"Come on, come on!"
"Let's fight another five hundred rounds!"