Chapter 10: Who Was He?
Chapter 10: Who Was He?
The knight’s thin sword in the black-clothed man’s hand instantly broke into several pieces. Some, propelled by Sun Fei’s terrifying power, even shot backward and lodged into the black-clothed man’s own body. Blood splattered everywhere.
“Retreat!”
The black-clothed man was utterly terrified.
He stood no chance against the ‘Metal Monster.’ The brief encounter made him realize that this guy’s skill with the great axe was even more frightening than his raw strength. In such a situation, he had no hope of winning.
Whoosh!
The black-clothed man threw a strangely shaped flying claw, which latched onto the crenellations of the city wall. He then leaped down, trying to escape the battlefield and shake off Sun Fei’s pursuit.
But—
“Since you’ve come, don’t think about leaving! You’re staying right here!”
Sun Fei wouldn’t give him any chance to escape. He sneered and kicked a two-handed broadsword lying on the ground beside him.
Clang!
The sword shot out like lightning, streaking through the air.
The broadsword pierced through the black-clothed man’s back while he was still in mid-air, nailing him firmly to the hard ground below the city wall.
With both the fall and the stab, the black-clothed man didn’t even have time to kick his legs before he was completely dead.
“Ugh, you scumbag! Got the upper hand and then tried to run? Did you think you were Urban Management or something…” Seeing that the guy was dead, Sun Fei spat contemptuously and turned back to rejoin the enemy forces.
Right at that moment—
Moo! Moo!
Several strange horn blasts suddenly came from the black camp far outside the city, echoing across the entire battlefield.
Below the walls, the attacking black-clothed soldiers retreated like a receding tide.
“The enemy is retreating!”
Some soldiers of Xiangbo City, witnessing the scene, couldn’t help but cheer.
In stark contrast to the defenders’ joy, the remaining black-armored soldiers on the wall understood that their reinforcements had abandoned them. Feeling as if they had lost their parents, they resisted for a short while before kneeling, raising their weapons high above their heads, and begging to surrender.
The soldiers of Xiangbo City quickly took control of the battlefield.
Only one place, about two hundred meters from the watchtower near the city gate, still saw ongoing combat—
The King’s Royal Guard captain, Three-Star Warrior Frank Lampard, was locked in a fierce battle with an enemy swordsman named Lund. Battle Qi erupted from their bodies, one red and one blue, wreaking havoc wherever they went, shattering rocks and shaking the ground, creating a spectacular display.
Within ten meters of their fight, the fierce Battle Qi was sharp as steel blades, destroying everything in its path.
No one dared to approach.
Sun Fei killed several resisting black-armored soldiers as he moved forward. Within seconds, he stealthily closed in. Squinting, he calculated the distance, wanting to help Lampard by taking a surprise swing with his axe to finish off the enemy swordsman.
Earlier, Sun Fei’s great axe had been unstoppable, which boosted his confidence greatly.
But—
Sun Fei soon realized that this fight was beyond his expectations.
As soon as he approached the area where the two were fighting, even before he could get too close, he felt an immense pressure bearing down on him. The red and blue Battle Qi flying in all directions was incredibly sharp, leaving deep gashes on the stone walls and giving Sun Fei an extremely dangerous feeling.
“No match!”
The practical experience Sun Fei had accumulated from bloody battles against endless monsters in the World of Diablo enabled his brain to instantly compute and assess the situation like a computer—whether it was Lampard or the enemy swordsman, their strength was at least twice his own. He was absolutely no match for them!
Just as Sun Fei was thinking this, a loud roar erupted from the battle zone—
“Hahaha! Our master has ordered a retreat! I’ll let you pitiful maggots catch your breath for now! When the city falls, we’ll slaughter everyone, not a soul left alive!”
With that, the red Battle Qi around the swordsman surged.
He seemed to be burning in raging flames, his aura intensifying. With one sword strike, he forced Lampard back. Then, with a few more slashes, cold gleams flashed, and Battle Qi swept out, cutting down several Xiangbo City soldiers who were closest to the fight. Amid the screams, he laughed heartily and leaped directly into the air toward the outside of the city, his arrogance reaching its peak.
Sun Fei couldn’t stand it.
“You scumbag! Not only did you kill my men, but you’re also acting cooler than me and stealing my spotlight? Hope you fall to your death, you bastard!”
He repeated his earlier trick, stretching out his foot to kick.
Whoosh!
A spear with an iron head shot through the air like a giant crossbow bolt, whistling sharply as it flew like lightning toward the swordsman.
“Seeking death!”
Mid-air, the swordsman Lund angrily realized that, aside from the Three-Star Warrior Lampard in the enemy ranks, there was actually a lowly maggot who dared attack him.
He let out an angry shout, twisted his body improbably in the air, and stepped on the incoming spear. Then, like a giant eagle spreading its wings, he flew back through the air and landed on the city wall again.
“Die! Blazing Flame Slash—!”
A stream of red Battle Qi, like erupting magma, shot toward Sun Fei, carrying a scorching aura of death.
“Watch out—!”
Frank Lampard shouted in alarm.
He wanted to block this attack for the metal monster who had suddenly appeared on their side. However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind and he tried to circulate his Battle Qi, the intense battle stirred up an old internal injury from over a decade ago. He spat out a mouthful of blood and found he couldn’t move.
Lampard was horrified.
On the other side.
“Come on—!”
Faced with an attack from an enemy twice as strong as himself, Sun Fei felt his competitive spirit ignite. The Barbarian’s pride silently influenced his character, making him refuse to back down even an inch. With a loud laugh, Sun Fei didn’t retreat but advanced instead. His black great axe transformed into a dark blur, roaring as it gathered terrifying power to meet the red Battle Qi head-on!
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed, and flames scattered in all directions.
Sun Fei stumbled backward dozens of steps before managing to stop himself.
Pfft…
He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the visor of his knight’s heavy armor crimson. His body swayed slightly.
The surrounding soldiers gasped in unison.
That one strike made the difference clear.
Their previously unstoppable metal warrior had… lost!
Though they didn’t know what face lay beneath that knight’s helmet visor, this person had already earned the soldiers’ respect through his earlier combat. The dark-haired giant Brook and a few brave Royal Guard soldiers, seeing the situation turn bad, rushed forward, ready to use their lives to protect this stranger who had single-handedly turned the tide of the battle!
On the other side.
The Three-Star Warrior Lund knew well that he hadn’t gained much advantage in that clash either. His opponent’s terrifying Divine Power, like that of a Dragon, erupted upon impact, making his chest feel tight and weak. Unable to find leverage in mid-air, he was thrown backward by the force.
But—
“Die!”
Lund wouldn’t let it go. He swung his right hand, and his mysterious flying claw caught onto the city wall’s crenellations. Pulling hard, he flew back through the air like a large bird, landing on the wall. His Battle Qi surged once more.
Brook and the soldiers trying to help couldn’t even get close under such pressure.
The sword in Lund’s hand burst into blazing red flames once again as his Battle Qi burned. He thrust straight at Sun Fei!
He was determined to teach this fool, who had dared challenge the dignity of a Three-Star Warrior, a fatal lesson.
Everyone around was horrified.
They all thought Sun Fei wouldn’t survive this strike.
However—
“Hahaha, you trash! Is that all you’ve got?”
Sun Fei merely shifted his body slightly. He didn’t dodge, almost as if he was frozen in fear, allowing Lund’s sword to plunge into his shoulder. Then, he suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. Amid his arrogant guffaws, another furious roar erupted.
Roar—!
Barbarian skill—Howl.
That mysterious and eerie power appeared once again with the roar.
Lund was stunned.
In the next instant, he felt an unprecedented terror flood his heart. This feeling, which he had almost never experienced before, caused his Battle Qi to falter momentarily.
Through his opponent’s knight helmet visor, Lund caught sight of a pair of crazy eyes.
Their gaze was sharp as blades.
“Fool, die for me!”
Sun Fei seized the moment to throw a punch, channeling all his strength into this single blow.
Distracted briefly by Howl, Lund couldn’t dodge in time and was struck hard in the chest. The tremendous force gave him no chance to react further. He spat out a torrent of blood and flew straight backward…
Crash!
Lund’s body smashed through the city wall’s crenellations and fell from the wall.
His knight’s thin sword remained trembling, embedded in Sun Fei’s shoulder, never pulled out.
Even with a Three-Star Warrior’s Battle Qi protecting him, that fatal blow had severely injured Lund. Still spitting blood in mid-air, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Just before hitting the ground, he struggled to throw out his flying hook, embedding it into the wall to slow his fall, and landed clumsily on the ground!
Such injuries, from such a height, were dangerous but not fatal.
Below the wall, Lund gave the city above a complicated look. After hesitating a few times, he ultimately turned and left.
At that moment, he had clearly felt death’s call. That fully armored guy’s strength was indeed inferior to his, but that madness and fighting spirit had completely stripped him of the courage to return and face him again.
…
On the city wall.
The soldiers looked at Sun Fei, standing firmly with the thin sword stuck in his shoulder. Their expressions all changed.
Respect, disbelief, madness, burning passion, worship…
Their fervent gazes were like looking upon a god descended to earth.
Even Three-Star Warrior Frank Lampard, who had finally suppressed his internal injury, looked at Sun Fei with seriousness and admiration.
Only he had clearly witnessed the breathtaking, lightning-fast exchanges during that series of moves. So Lampard understood clearly what kind of warrior this fully armored guy was!
At that moment, almost everyone wanted to know—
Who was he?