Chapter 744: Chapter 302: Signs of Defeat Emerge, Snow Bamboo’s Trump Card
Yuan Cheng suddenly looked up, the pain on his face vanished instantly, and then his eyes quickly filled with blood-red anger. He roared as he raised the giant axe, swinging it down towards the knife-wielding man on his left.
Whoosh......
Back in June during the Martial Arts Competition, Yuan Cheng was using a Hundred Forged level giant axe. After the competition, he immediately used his Contribution Value to order a Thousand Forged level double-edged giant axe from the Craftsmen Department, though he was a bit worried it wouldn’t be ready before the Longyou conflict erupted.
Fortunately, Mu Dongtuo brought over the batch earlier transferred from Xia City a few days ago, including his forged giant axe.
A Thousand Forged weapon isn’t much, especially in front of the Cold Resistance Level group from Long Mountain, as they all use Thousand Forged level weapons.
But that’s just the foundation. Like the people of Great Xia, these Cold Resistance level members of Long Mountain also wear armor. Without Thousand Forged level weapons, it’s impossible to even break their war armor, let alone injure them.
This desperate swing of Yuan Cheng’s axe surprised not only Li Xuanping but also the Cold Resistance Level man with the knife on the left side, who was completely unprepared.
He clearly didn’t expect that Yuan Cheng, whose upper body was almost dyed red from two hits, could still stand up and swing the giant axe towards him. From the sound of the airflow stirred by the giant axe, Yuan Cheng seemed to be exerting his full strength.
How is this possible!
Unexpected, yes, but his reaction was swift. He quickly withdrew his knife and retreated in an attempt to avoid the attack. Li Xuanping and the man with the sword also reacted quickly, leaning forward and slashing towards Yuan Cheng, trying to block him.
Unfortunately, everything happened too fast. Yuan Cheng had deliberately feigned weakness to deceive them, making their reaction slower than his.
Snap......
Yuan Cheng’s target was clear—the knife-wielding Cold Resistance Level man. He didn’t care about the two on the right side at all, swinging the giant axe straight down.
In his panic, the Cold Resistance Level man raised his knife to block, but his strength was not as powerful as Li Xuanping’s. The big knife was directly split by the giant axe, and the axe blade hacked three to four inches into his back.
The sound of bones snapping was exceptionally clear. A trace of pain flashed across the man’s pupils, and his body hit the ground with a thud, his life or death unknown.
"Yuan Ning!"
Li Xuanping saw his nephew felled by the giant axe, his voice full of fury, and he slashed directly at Yuan Cheng’s head.
Whoosh......
After all, the power of the nine bristles was evident, the anger in Li Xuanping’s slash could be seen from the whistle of the wind.
Yuan Cheng directly abandoned the giant axe, disregarding his image he fell down to evade in panic.
"Can he move freely despite such severe injuries, does he have no sense of pain?"
The sword-wielding Cold Resistance Level man couldn’t help but exclaim as he saw Yuan Cheng dodging.
Li Xuanping also sensed something wrong, but he was solely focused on killing Yuan Cheng at this moment and didn’t have time to ponder the reasons, slashing at Yuan Cheng’s abdomen.
Yuan Cheng’s strength was no match for his, and his speed fell far short as well. Even though he was rolling on the ground in an unflattering escape, he was caught up within two or three breaths, the blade’s edge about to slice open his abdomen.
Swoosh......
At the critical moment, a silver iron arrow suddenly shot from the main building.
If it were an arrow shot by an ordinary soldier, Li Xuanping wouldn’t have cared, but this arrow was clearly unusual in both color and speed, flying straight at his face. He could only tilt his head to avoid it.
With this head tilt, his slash naturally became less accurate.
The big knife initially aimed at Yuan Cheng’s abdomen suddenly diverted towards his thigh.
Clang......
A narrow longsword suddenly stabbed from the flank towards Li Xuanping’s armpit, making it impossible for him to even hit Yuan Cheng’s thigh. Instead, he had to withdraw his knife to block the narrow longsword first.
"Shi Ping, you...... have broken through!"
Yuan Cheng swiftly climbed up from the ground. He was momentarily stunned when he saw Shi Ping, the owner of the longsword, then realized something, his face filled with joy.
Being able to use the longsword to repel Li Xuanping.
Clearly, Shi Ping had also broken through to the Cold Resistance Level.
"Director, now is not the time to talk about this."
Although Shi Ping had just broken through, upon hearing Yuan Cheng’s words, his face showed no joy but was full of solemnity.
Seeing Shi Ping’s battle armor also broken, Yuan Cheng then noticed his upper body was almost soaked in blood, looking even worse off than himself.
He turned his head to scan the surroundings, finally understanding why Shi Ping said it wasn’t the time.
Just as he was entangled with Li Xuanping and the others earlier, the gap he had previously blocked had already been completely breached by the Longyou soldiers.
At this moment, the area around the main building had almost transformed into a battlefield.
Apart from a thousand or so still close to the main building, the rest of the Great Xia guard had nearly all engaged with the Longyou soldiers.
But "engaged" seems to be praise and compliment for the Great Xia guard.
Whether judging by the number of bodies on the ground or the battlefield situation, the Great Xia side was clearly retreating, close to defeat.
The Longyou Army members were capable of taking on many enemies at once, let alone having far more Cold Resistance Level members than their own side. Yuan Cheng’s quick sweep found Yue Feng, Qiu Peng, Lin Kai, Hong Guang, Meng Yi and other Cold Resistance Level members all gravely injured, some even already fallen, their status unknown.
Not only that, but even Xia Chuan and Chen Yingyuan to the north were being severely pushed back by Li Xuanling, covered in sword wounds and slashes. Xia Chuan’s golden sword puppet had only its main body remaining, the attached four giant blades on the limbs were all severed by Li Xuanling’s longsword.